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Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 01

By: stevieraygovan



Note: All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age.

I have this heartless bastard of an internet buddy whose nic here on Literotica is EldridgeinOO. He's the deeply afflicted author of "Conflicted," a story which tells of the delightfully daft albeit painfully nubile cheerleaders who spend many an extended lunch hour plowing the living bejeezus out of each other in the bathrooms and bleachers of the happiest place on earth, Teen Fucktoy High School.

As it turns out, his bout of all too public dementia strides like an Ecstasy-addled colossus atop Literotica's Incest/Taboo stories category. Check it out, but don't blame me if you later hate yourself. If you should also find yourself in your garage trying to build your own version of a Japanese Fuckbot 3000 cheerleader, it's not my problem. Take it up with him.

Anyway, one day this morally gangrenous freak and I got to joking around about how great it would be to have an ass model as a girlfriend or wife; an ass model, i.e., a woman who makes her living by being the go-to girl whenever some ad campaign or film production requires a perfect, best-in-the-business ass to sell its wares.

A 'stunt ass,' of sorts; like a hand model who does those Palmolive dish soap ads, only instead of her hands we're treated to loving shots of her perfect ass.

In joking around, we came up with all sorts of funny and stupid scenarios for an ass model. 

"You should write 'Ass Model.' That'd be a perfect story for you," he suddenly blurted out.

Hmmm. That got me to thinking, which usually isn't a good thing.

'Yep, I should,' I concluded, a scant day later.

"And while you're at it, go ahead and make it an incest story so lots of people will read it," he added.

E-mails flew back and forth, ridiculous ideas were tossed around, the basic character-groundwork was laid, and bam, here we are.

We've all seen this girl. We all want this girl. Now it's time to read her story. 

~ ~ ~

'We're definitely not in Kansas anymore,' I thought, with only a hint of irony.

There I was, standing at the edge of the Santa Monica Pier with Paul, my younger brother, and we literally are from Kansas. My family lives in Lawrence. Dad is a professor at the university, while Mom works in the administrative office.

Just a couple of months ago I was kicking back at the house, and life was good. One hot summer day, everything changed for me. I have to say, life is still good, but it sure became...different.

High school was finished, so I had some time to enjoy myself before starting college in the fall, and I was being lazy. Since there wasn't a cloud in the sky, I'd decided to lay out by the pool. I'd been sunning myself for an hour and was just starting to doze off when I heard Mom call from the kitchen, "Dawn, could you come inside for a minute, please? We need to talk."

It's never good when Mom says, "We need to talk." That phrase usually means, "You need to listen, and you probably won't like what you'll hear." 

I love my parents to death, but they're kind of predictable that way.

Hopping up from my sun lounger, I reluctantly went into the house. Mom and Dad were sitting at the kitchen table, and they weren't eating. They were simply waiting for me.

'Yep, this must be something really serious,' I thought.

When I walked into the kitchen, though, Mom's slight frown of concern gave way to a warm smile, and she had me come stand before her. "Let me see my beautiful girl," she grinned. Tenderly running her hands up and down my hips and thighs, she was fairly beaming. "God, look at you, baby...your bikini is so skimpy on you now. Sweetie, just a suggestion, but if you're at all concerned about modesty then you may want to start thinking about whether you still want to wear such a revealing bikini in front of your father and the boys."

Mom was always funny like that, and Dad just smirked. Guffawing at his reaction, she smacked him on the shoulder. "Hush, you. She walks around the house this way in front of you too, even when she's wet," she said, giving him a knowing grin.

Dad just held his hands up in a silly gesture of surrender. "I didn't say nuthin'. Don't bring me into this," he chuckled.

I jumped in then. "Mom, it's no big deal. The boys see me in my bikini all the time."

"Yes, I know they do. I'm sure they wouldn't miss it for the world," she smiled.

Paul and his two best friends, Rick and Donny, they'd seen me in my bikini lots of times. We often swam together, and it'd only been two days since Rick had come over to go swimming. They all saw me, Dad included.

Returning her smile, I said, "So? Mom, it's not like they haven't seen girls in bikinis before. I'm not showing them anything they haven't already seen a million times." 

"Oh, I highly doubt that, little one. Girls who look like you do in that bikini don't exactly grow on trees," Dad said, still chuckling.

"He's right, dear. There are girls wearing bikinis, then there's you wearing that bikini. They're not the same thing," said Mom, adding a wry little smirk. "Don't think your brother, his friends and even your father haven't noticed, especially with the way you've filled out. That old bikini used to be cute and girly on you, and that was fine. You were fourteen then. Now you're eighteen, and look at you. Baby, you're built like a Playboy Bunny. Your bikini barely even covers you anymore, and it's become so thin and threadbare that it's basically transparent. Honey, we can see every perfect inch of your beautiful body, including the parts bikinis are designed to cover."

Pausing for effect, she gave me another warm smile. "We can see everything, baby."

Taking my hands, she kissed my knuckles. "Sweetie, I don't have any problem with you wearing your bikini around the house. Really, I don't mind. If you want to drive our men completely crazy, that's entirely up to you. I just want you to be aware of how much you're showing, that's all."

"God, Mom, you make it sound like I'm flouncing around in a g-string and stripper heels, showing off for all the boys in the neighborhood. It's just a bikini. Besides, Paul doesn't care what I wear. He barely even knows I exist. As far as he's concerned, I'm just his boring older sister, and that's about it. You know, I don't even think he likes me. He tolerates me, sure, but only because he has to. Otherwise, I'm just a big pain in the you-know-what to him," I grinned.

Smiling to myself, I recalled how flustered I'd made Paul only a few days earlier.

~ ~ ~

Having just gotten home from school, I was heading towards my bedroom when I happened to hear sexy sounding girly-stuff coming from Paul's bedroom. He'd been a real jerk to me that morning, laughing and running away after sticking his fingers in my bowl of cereal. So, naturally, I wasn't feeling too charitable towards him. With the sounds coming from his room, I had a pretty good idea that he was again watching internet sex stuff. Giggling to myself, I casually knocked on his door, which was open about six inches. At the same time I was knocking, I poked my head inside. "Whatcha doing?" I asked, all sweetness and innocence, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Dawn! Get outta here!" he shouted, covering his crotch with a beach towel while jumping up from his chair.

"Okay, okay! Jeez, don't spaz out. I just wanted to let you know I was home, and to say hi. I'll let you get back to, ummm...whatever you were doing," I said teasingly, shooting him a goofy grin.

Busted! Oh yeah, I got him good.

Later that day I found him in the living room, watching TV. Deciding to join him, I offered to get us some snacks. He wouldn't make eye contact with me. Instead, he just shook his head while mumbling, "I'm good." It was really cute, the way he started blushing. When I plopped myself next to him on the couch, he finally glanced over at me.

"Pervert," I giggled. 

His eyes got so big! I jumped over the back of the couch and took off up the stairs, with Paul tearing after me like a maniac. I was laughing like crazy when I got to my room. Just in time, I closed and locked the door behind me.

"Not cool, Dawn! Very not cool!" he yelled through the door, yet I could tell that he was laughing, too.

We were always doing stupid things like that, and I'm certain he thought of me as just a constant nuisance. He never said a single word to me about my bikini, though, or about anything else I ever wore. I often had the feeling that he really didn't even think of me as a girl. Even if he did, I probably still wasn't his type, besides being his sister.

In fact, I was sure of it, because one day I overheard Paul and Rick in the kitchen having a discussion about girls. Being the little sneak that I am, I hid in the dining room and heard Rick ask, "So what's your favorite type?"

"Blondes, with huge tits. I definitely like blondes with long hair and big tits. The bigger the better," was Paul's answer.

It was true, too. I'd seen his dirty magazines and the posters on his wall. It was always bionic blondes for him. I almost couldn't be less of his type, which he shortly confirmed. 

First, however, he threw the question back to Rick.

"Megan Fox, dude," Rick answered. "Megan Fox, absolutely. Give me a sexy brunette with a wicked face and an incredible ass. I don't need her tits to be too huge; they just have to be pretty, and fit her body. The main things are her legs and stomach, and especially her ass. She's gotta have a tight, curvy ass, with perfect legs and a sexy stomach."

"Megan Fox? I thought you said you hated tattoos on a girl, and you hate conceited, snotty girls who are all full of themselves."

"Yeah, I do. Dude, don't get all pissed off at me or anything, but you know who's perfect? I mean literally flawless? Dawn is perfect. She's exactly what I like. She looks just like Megan Fox, you know she does, yet she's the total opposite, personality-wise. She has no tattoos, and—"

"Thank god," Paul said, interrupting. "I'm totally with you there. I hate tattoos on a girl."

"Yeah, Dawn has no tattoos, and she looks exactly like Megan Fox. Same wicked blue eyes...same long, black, amazing hair. She has that same perfect chin and the prettiest, sexiest mouth, with the most dazzling knockout smile. She has that sleek, ridiculously perfect body, and her tits are a lot bigger. Megan Fox has great tits, don't get me wrong, but Dawn's are even better. Her ass is definitely way better. Seriously, her ass is the best ever, and you know how much I love Megan Fox's ass. Dude, don't lie, you know Dawn is perfect. Top to bottom, from any angle, face or body, that girl is absolutely flawless."

I could hear Paul hesitate before stammering, "You really think so? Dawn?"

"Are you serious? You've never noticed how hot your sister is? You don't see that she looks exactly like Megan Fox?"

"No, not really. I mean, sure, I can't say that she's not pretty or anything. I guess she is, but I never thought of her like that. I never realized how much she really does look like Megan Fox. I don't know, maybe that's because I don't even like Megan Fox. She seems like such a bitch."

"See, that's what's so great about your sister. That's exactly it. She looks identical to Megan Fox, only with an even hotter body, yet she's still the sweetest, nicest, most un-conceited girl we've ever known. Dawn truly doesn't have a snotty bone in her entire body. She also has no idea how hot she is, and that makes her even hotter. Dude, your sister is perfect. She's everything that's amazing about Megan Fox, with none of that crappy, high-maintenance baggage. You know your sister is the nicest, least bitchy girl in our whole school."

"She's not always that nice," Paul said, and I could hear the grin in his voice.

'Serves you right, you butthead,' I thought, laughing to myself.

"Whatever, dude. Girls don't come any sweeter or nicer than your sister, and you know it. Jesus, she's even a straight-A student. C'mon, what other knockout like her have you ever seen who wasn't also a spoiled rotten airhead, or a spoiled rotten airhead and a total bitch? Your sister seriously acts like she doesn't even know she's the hottest girl on the planet. She may as well be a nerdy fat chick, she's so down-to-earth and un-conceited."

"She's definitely not conceited, I'll give you that. Yeah, she's okay, I guess. You really think she's that hot, though, like Megan Fox hot?"

"You must be completely blind. It's actually pretty admirable, the way you can't see that your sister is so crazy hot. Head to toe, there isn't an inch of her that could be any hotter. Seriously, think about it. Tell me, what part of her could possibly be any better?"

"She could be blonde, with ginormous knockers."

They both laughed, then Paul said, "Yeah, okay, maybe you're right. I can't come up with anything that's bad about her, or anything about her face and body that could be any better. Maybe I really am blind, because she's my sister. I guess I just don't see her that way."

"Dude, c'mon, if she wasn't your sister and you saw her walking through the halls at school in one of her killer little miniskirts, or especially if you ever saw her in that tiny bikini she always wears around the house? Jesus, you'd be sporting so much wood, you wouldn't know what to do."

"Hey, wait a minute! Does that mean you're sporting wood every time she goes swimming with us? That's my sister, you dirty fuck!"

Again they laughed, but Rick didn't actually respond. 

"Holy shit! You are! You're totally popping boners in my pool! What a fag!" laughed Paul, then I heard a bunch of racket and even more laughter, like they were play-fighting.

Figuring that any second they could easily come stumbling through the doorway, I decided to duck out of there before they caught me eavesdropping on them.

Wow, that was really cool. I never even knew Rick noticed me. I had no idea he thought I was pretty. I mean, okay, I knew I was sort of pretty, and I wasn't fat or anything. Compared to the other cheerleaders in our squad, I knew I still looked okay. During the past year the other cheerleaders had even started teasing me about my butt. They never called it my "butt," though; it was always my "ass."

We'd be in the showers, or maybe in the locker room changing our clothes, and they would come up to me and "spank that ass," as they put it. It was almost like some of the girls couldn't stop, the way they kept spanking, pinching and just plain helping themselves to my bottom! More and more they had begun to gang up on me, as if my bottom was a toy for their amusement.

One time four of the girls surrounded me at my locker, playfully spanking and touching me. 

"Hey! Pick on someone else for once! I'm not the only girl here with a butt, you know! Go spank Christa or Carrie," I giggled.

"If Christa or Carrie had an ass like yours, we would!" giggled Michelle right back, pulling down my little panties from behind.

Michelle is my best friend, so she knew I loved the games they played with me and my bottom. Whenever the girls ganged up on me, she was usually the ringleader.

"Motor boat! Motor boat!" shouted the other girls, and I was laughing hysterically as Michelle took my bottom in her hands. Spreading me open before pressing her mouth into my crack, she made this funny 'bwooooooarrrr' sound while shaking my bare bottom all over her face.

Trish was pulling up my top, so I lifted my arms and let her take it all the way off, then she buried her face between my boobs and made the same motor boat sounds.

We were all laughing so hard that we finally collapsed onto the bench. Trish continued to motor boat my breasts, cupping them around her face, then she changed up and began squeezing, kissing and sucking them.

God, it felt awesome. I had learned to love having my boobs played with by the girls, though it was hard to concentrate on my breasts when Michelle was busy between my legs, hungrily licking my pussy.

Now that felt totally amazing.

"Baby, I just have to..." Michelle would say, then she'd make me roll over onto my stomach, the way she'd done it that time. "Your ass is to die for," she said, grinning as she slapped it.

More and more she was always saying things like that to me, then she'd kiss and lick my ass...everywhere. Even with the other girls watching, she just didn't care. It was like she couldn't get enough, the way she would feast on my bottom. 

I'd almost become addicted to it. I just loved being eaten, and I especially loved when they would all attack me together.

Sometimes Trish would do it Michelle's way, although she was usually very specific in her approach. Michelle was more general about the things she did to me, kissing and licking all over my bottom. Besides eating my pussy, sometimes she'd even slip her tongue inside my bottom, deep into my tiniest hole, which always made me jump. I loved it - god, I loved it - but it always made me jump. I couldn't help it.

Trish? She just had to bite me down there. She always made the cutest growling sounds while nipping and biting my bottom. Sometimes she even bit my asshole, then she would open me up and slide her long tongue all the way inside. With Trish it wasn't so much about eating my pussy; she did that too, definitely, but it was usually much more about devouring my bottom.

I wasn't complaining about any of it, since I loved it, but I always wondered why they only seemed to gang up on me? I have a cute bottom, I guess, but so do the other girls. Michelle got me started on licking hers, then Trish recruited me too, and they're both awesome. Seriously, I could happily spend my whole day licking between their legs, I enjoy it that much. The thing is, whenever I went down on them, especially if I was on my stomach, at least one of the other girls would immediately attack my vulnerable bottom.

I just always wondered why they didn't attack each other the same way.

Before the final game of the season the girls told me that in addition to the official awards ceremony our coach holds for us every year we were also going to have our own little team ceremony, which would be a private thing just between us cheerleaders.

"Once Coach goes home, meet us in the locker room tonight. Plan on eleven o'clock," instructed Michelle.

When I snuck into our locker room that night, all the lights were off. Apparently none of the other girls had made it back yet, and being alone there was really spooky.

"Hello? Michelle? Trish? Is anyone here? Lisa? Hello?" I called out in the darkness.

All around me, candles were suddenly lit. There were flickering lights on either side of me, each held up by one of the cheerleaders. They were lined up in two opposing rows, forming a lighted pathway.

From out of the pitch-black distance a five-pointed star of flickering lights appeared, then began slowly moving towards us. As the lights drew near, I saw that it was Michelle holding a cake decorated with an array of lit candles. Beside her was Trish, carrying a huge trophy. When they reached the two rows of girls, all the cheerleaders fanned out behind them to form a semi-circle around me.

Though still a bit spooked, the girls' welcoming smiles put me at ease, and I giggled, "What's all this? It's not my birthday, you know."

"We know," Michelle said, smiling warmly. "This isn't about your birthday. I told you, tonight is our private awards ceremony. As it turns out, there's only one award, and you're the winner. Tonight we give you your prize. Since you're leaving us to go out west to college, you big jerk, this is also sort of a going-away present. It's just a little something to help our gorgeous star remember us."

Michelle held out the cake, and I read the script... 

We love you, Dawn. Knock 'em dead in Cali.


Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 01



Okay, I know there are heartless bastards in this world who hate it when girls get all emotional and cry. I realize some people think of people like me as sappy and silly, but I'm sorry, when I saw that cake and read what it said, I totally lost it. I cried my eyes out.

'Heartless bastards can just go fuck themselves. I'm going to enjoy this cry,' I thought, completely overwhelmed by the girls' beautiful gesture.

"Make a wish, then blow out your candles," Michelle said, giving me a sweet grin.

"Okay. I wish you'd put that cake down so I could give you a big hug."

"You're not supposed to say it out loud, you goof," she replied, smiling brightly.

When I blew out all the candles, Michelle set the cake on a nearby bench. As I moved towards her, Lisa and Carrie began undressing me from behind. After helping Lisa take off my sweater, I reached back to undo my bra while Carrie whisked away my cheerleader skirt and panties. Once she had made me fully nude by slipping off my tennis shoes and socks, she planted a tender kiss on my upper thigh.

"Thank you for all this," I said, gazing into Michelle's beautiful golden brown eyes. As I stepped into her arms, she leaned in to kiss me. We both moaned, and right away our tongues began wrestling.

"Michelle, not so fast. We have to give her the trophy!" laughed Trish. 

"Yes, we do," grinned Michelle, pulling back from our kiss.

"What's the trophy for?" I asked.

"It ties in with the cake, actually. You'll see, soon enough," smiled Trish.

She presented me with the trophy, which was enormous. It was at least two feet tall, in the shape of an obelisk. It was carved mahogany, the real stuff, not just particleboard made to look like mahogany. It was really quite heavy, sitting atop its marble base.

"Read the inscription," she said, still smiling as she caressed my bottom.

Giggling, I tickled her caressing hand. She gave me a playful pinch, and I wiggled my ass for her.

Yes, I was finally thinking of it as my ass, not just my butt, or my bottom. Laughing to myself, I knew they were beginning to convert me!

I took the trophy, and the girls held their candles near the brass plate at the base of the trophy. In the flickering light it read...

Dawn Summers 

The Girl With The Most Perfect, Awesome, Spankable Ass Ever!

The Wildcat Cheerleaders

When my hands went to my face in shock, the girls quickly caught the trophy. They were all cracking up and giving me kisses, laughing over the way I'd almost smashed their present. Once I was over my initial astonishment, I had to laugh too. Still, I couldn't believe it. I never would have imagined such a thing!

"After that reaction, do you think we should even tell her about the rest?" asked Trish, laughing along with everyone else.

"Let's do the cake thing first," said Carrie, and a giggling Michelle nodded enthusiastically.

I have to admit that after Michelle had initially set the cake aside, I'd completely forgotten about it. The next thing I knew, something soft and gooey was touching my bare bottom. Looking behind me, I saw Lisa kneeling to spread chocolate cake all over my ass!

"Girls, dessert is served!" she announced. Before I even had time to figure out what was happening, each girl had taken a handful or two of chocolate cake and smooshed it all over my naked body! Holding me up, they leaned me against the nearest locker, my arms stretched above my head. Lisa was spreading me open, stuffing cake in my ass crack and all between my legs. She was even jamming cake inside my pussy! The other girls were slathering me from head to toe, until every inch of me was covered in chocolate frosting.

Michelle was spreading it all over my face, which made me giggle, then we all giggled when Trish said I looked like Tasha, who was our only black cheerleader.

"We may both be chocolate now, but I'll never have an ass like that! Girl, your ass is just unreal," Tasha said, laughing as she smoothed frosting up my thighs and between my legs.

Grinning, Michelle briefly stopped spreading frosting across my forehead. "The trophy was actually Tasha's idea."

"Mmmmmm-hmmm," said Tasha, kneeling to join Lisa between my legs. Lisa was eating cake from my pussy, making as much of a mess of her face as Michelle was making of mine. Tasha, though, wow, she wasn't playing around. Ramming her fingers deep into my ass, she crammed as much frosting as she could get in there, then she just attacked it, licking my asshole from the rear while Lisa ate my pussy from the front.

In the meantime Carrie was licking my belly button, and Trish totally cracked us up when she began motorboating my gooey breasts. 

I was squealing, cumming and laughing nonstop. Everything felt so good, and they just kept tickling me! It was like I was being ravaged by a pack of horny hamsters!

Once everyone's face was thoroughly covered in frosting, Carrie giggled, "I think she's ready."

"Oh god, ready for what? You mean there's more?" I giggled, panting between full-body spasms.

Since I'd never had sex with a guy, I didn't quite know whether I was a lesbian, but I sure loved the way my girlfriends played with me. I'd gotten as far as third base with a guy, sucking his dick and swallowing his cum, and I really enjoyed that, too.

What can I say? I seem to like everything, anytime anyone plays with my body. It was really great, the first time I felt that boy shoot his hot cum into my mouth. I just loved the feeling of making a guy cum on my tongue. I liked how powerful I felt when I was able to control him that way, using only my hands and mouth. I also liked it when he put his fingers inside me, though he wasn't nearly as good as Michelle is at eating me. Michelle always makes it seem like there is nothing in the world she would rather be doing than eating my ass and pussy from behind, spanking and squeezing me as she licks me.

'Maybe Michelle is a lesbian?' I thought.

I was still giggling to myself about it when Carrie again presented me with my trophy. I took it from her, uncertain as to what she wanted me to do with it.

"Look on the bottom," she grinned. 

I turned the trophy upside down. "What's this?" I asked, noticing a large screw-in cap on the bottom of the marble base. 

"Unscrew it," said Michelle, with a sinister smile.

I unscrewed the cap, which was sort of difficult to do, seeing as how my fingers were covered in chocolate frosting. When I got the cap off, I asked, "Now what?"

"Now we properly send you and your perfect ass off to California," grinned Trish, taking the trophy and handing it to Michelle. Trish then led me over to the bench, where she guided me down onto my stomach. "Lift..." she said, tugging on my hips.

Arching my back, I raised my hips.

"Yes, just like that. Perfect. Keep your back arched, with your ass sticking up. Lisa, Tasha, keep her distracted. Play with her boobs."

Sliding beneath me on either side of the bench, Lisa and Tasha began to nip at my nipples. The way they were biting my sensitive tips, it sent shooting sparks all throughout my body.

I felt something touch my pussy lips, and I turned to see what it was.

"No peeking. Head down, eyes forward," smiled Trish.

Reluctantly turning forward again, I saw that Carrie was straddling my bench right in front of me, and she'd taken her panties off. She was spreading her legs, inviting me to eat her pussy. I pressed my hands to her thighs, holding them open, and we giggled over the fact that I was finally getting to spread frosting all over someone else's naked pussy.

I had just started licking her when suddenly, oomph, something really big was stuffed inside my pussy. I'd never had anything but mouths and fingers there, and whatever they were putting inside me was a whole lot bigger than a couple of fingers! I felt hands on my bottom, spreading me apart, and fingers were dancing on my sensitive clit. I was being forced all the way open. I finally felt the widening stop, and whatever was inside me started to move; it was beginning to fuck me, sliding deep inside my pussy.

When I felt something being pressed into my bottom, too, straight up my little asshole, I thought, 'Oh, Jesus! No way!' I felt stuffed to the gills in both holes, and Carrie was thrashing against my face.

For the next few minutes I was going out of my mind with lust as they wildly fucked me. God, it felt so amazing to get fucked like that while eating Carrie's chocolate-covered pussy!

I knew what Trish had said, but I finally had to turn around to see what was happening to me. Not exactly thinking straight, I was hoping the girls had snuck some cute boys into our locker room and it was their hard cocks I was feeling inside me as I lay there getting royally double-fucked. It felt so good that all I wanted was for them to keep fucking me, and never stop.

Nope, there were no boys fucking me. It was just Michelle and Trish standing on either side of my ass. A bunch of the girls were back there, and they were all smiling at me.

"What...what are you doing to me?" I panted.

"Do you like it, pretty baby?" asked Michelle.

"Mmmm, god, I love it. What did you put inside me?"

Simultaneously, Trish and Michelle pulled two dildos out of me. Grinning from ear to ear, Trish held up a really big one, which was pink and rubbery. Michelle showed me a blue one that was quite a bit smaller. 

"Baby, these were hidden inside your trophy," giggled Michelle. "We couldn't possibly give you a trophy to commemorate the most perfect ass ever and just leave it at that. Of course we also have to play with it, right? We wanted to make sure that before you take this amazing ass off to California you at least know how good it can make you feel. Keep this trophy, and especially its hidden toys. This will always be yours; you and this incredible ass will now always be ours. We love you, Dawn, and we wanted to give you a night you'll never forget."

"Is that what having sex will feel like, because whatever you guys were doing to me, mmmm, I loved it," I grinned, invitingly wagging my tail.

"Yes, baby, it'll be just like that, only it will feel a million times better when it's the real thing," said Michelle, sliding my new blue friend back into my bottom. Moaning, I bit my lip. God, it felt so good to have her plunge that thing into my ass.

Trish slid the large dildo back into my pussy, then the two girls began to fuck me really deep and hard. I just lowered my head and reveled in the feeling of being fucked in both holes. Over and over they made me cum, and I wanted them to fuck me forever. 

That's when I knew I wasn't a lesbian. I was going to want guys to fuck me way too much to ever be a lesbian. I would always want girls, too, but I was definitely going to need a cock inside me.

I was lost in my own world when Carrie gently touched the tip of my nose. Smiling down at me, she scooped up a dollop of frosting and dabbed it all over her spread lips. "Please, baby, lick my clit. I was almost there," she purred. Grinning happily, I took her pretty flower back into my mouth.

I think I must have eventually passed out. The last thing I remember was the feeling of being completely stuffed from behind, and Carrie crying out as she came on my face. I remember her legs shaking, then I recall trying to hold on to her hips while keeping my mouth pressed to her pussy.

The next thing I knew, I was sitting on the tiled floor in the shower, and Michelle and Tasha were washing the cake off me. I don't even know how I got there.

I do remember the way Michelle stared at me. She was lazily soaping my tummy, and for as long as I live I will never forget the look in her eyes, or her soft, tender voice as she said, "Dawn, you have no idea how much I love you, and how much I'll miss you when you're gone."

~ ~ ~

Sitting at the table with Mom and Dad, I was amused by their comments about my bikini. I mean, sure, I'd done some things with girls, but I'd hardly done anything with boys. I'd certainly given Mom and Dad no reason to suspect I was slutting around. As far as I knew, Paul had also never given them any reason to think he was perving over me, and I hadn't done anything to encourage him. At least I hadn't thought so, and after overhearing his talk with Rick it was obvious that I was barely even a girl in his eyes.

If anything, Dad seemed to pay more attention to me than Paul ever had. For the most part Paul usually ignored me; otherwise he became flustered and agitated when we were together. Dad just always seemed to be happy and smiling whenever he was with me. By never making the slightest fuss over anything I wore, I think he also liked to get Mom's goat a little. I was fairly sure he wouldn't have cared had I ran around the house totally naked. He might have even gotten a kick out of it, especially if everyone would've freaked out.

Resuming our conversation, he said, "Dawn, honey, I think all your mother is trying to say is that you're no longer a little girl, so you may want to be careful regarding not only what you show but to whom you show it. You're a very beautiful young woman now, and it would be hard to blame Paul or any of his friends for noticing."

That made Mom laugh. "Noticing? Honey, it'd be hard to blame them for camping outside Dawn's bedroom window just to sing her love songs! Dear, take a good look at her. It's a wonder Paul's friends aren't begging us to let them sleep over every night. Would you blame them? I sure wouldn't."

When Paul came home and walked into the kitchen, he knew right away that something unusual was going on. "Why is everybody sitting at the table in the middle of the day? What's up?" he asked, sounding a little worried.

"Oh, nothing much. Mom just wanted to have a talk with me about my bikini; specifically, how it's liable to ignite raging teenage hormones, like the ones you and your friends apparently have," I giggled.

Dad chuckled, and Mom nearly had an aneurysm, she laughed so hard. "Dawn! Young lady, that's your own brother you're talking to! Be gentle with him!"

Dad and I shared another chuckle, then he kicked me beneath the table.

Paul just gave us all a blank look. "Huh? What about my hormones? Why are you guys talking about my hormones? What'd I do?"

"Nothing, sweetie, nothing," said Mom. "You're fine. You didn't do anything, and we weren't talking about your hormones. That's just your sister trying to be funny."

I smiled at Paul. "We were talking about you and my bikini, though. Mom apparently thinks this bikini isn't appropriate to wear around you and your friends."

Mom gave me a huge grin. "Dawn Christina Summers, don't make me come over there and paddle your pretty little bottom. You know good and well I never uttered a single word about your bikini being inappropriate to wear when you're with the boys. I said no such thing, you big fibber."

After returning her grin with a "Gotcha!" smile of my own, I turned back to Paul. "Okay, true, she didn't say that, not exactly, but she did say you guys are liable to go crazy just from seeing me in this bikini."

I gave Mom a smug smirk. "Right?"

She shot me a defiant grin. "Yes, I did say that. I stand by it, too. They are all liable to go crazy from seeing you in that bikini."

"Isn't that the same one you wore with us just the other day?" asked Paul.

"Uh-huh," I said, grinning at Mom, who totally rolled her eyes at me.

"You always wear that one, don't you? What's the big deal?" he added, looking at me, then Mom.

I gave her an even smugger grin. "See?"

She stuck her tongue out at me, which made me laugh. She laughed at my laughing, then she turned to Paul. "Sweetie, that's really not what we were talking about. That was just a small comment I made. Forget I ever mentioned it." She turned back to me. "Baby, you have my complete blessing to wear or even not wear whatever you want around this house. When our men finally do go crazy from watching you running around here naked, I don't want to hear a single complaint from anyone. You can all just deal with it on your own, okay?"

"Fine by me," Paul said, looking more than a little confused.

"Honey, what are you talking about? Has anyone ever complained to you about Dawn's bikini or any of her other skimpy things, not to mention some of the outrageously sexy numbers you've been known to wear around the house? Has she complained? Have you? I don't think so," grinned Dad.

Mom stuck her tongue out at me again, making me laugh even harder. While softly squeezing my hand, she said, "Just for the record, I wasn't complaining either. I was merely showing concern for my daughter's modesty." She gave me a big, mischievous grin. "I was also thinking about the fragile psyches and tightening crotches of all our horny men. Anyway, baby, that wasn't why your father and I called you in here to talk."

"So, okay, other than my scandalous bikini, what did you want to talk about? You never did tell me."

Dad cleared his throat. "Yes, sweetie, as much as your mother and I would love to continue this discussion of how 'hot' you look, no, that's not why we called you in to talk. Paul, I'm glad you're here. You need to hear this, too."

"What's going on?" Paul asked, grabbing a seat next to me at the table.

"I'm afraid I've got a bit of good news and a bit of bad news, and it directly concerns you both."

"Let me hear the good news first. The good news never sounds very good, not after you've heard the bad news," Paul said.

Looking at Mom, then me, Dad sighed. "Paul, you know how you've been wanting to stay here in Lawrence to be with your friends for your senior year?"

"Yeah..." Paul said, warily.

"Well, it looks like you're going to get your wish. The job transfers to UCLA that your mother and I had lined up fell through, so we're not moving to California. We have to stay here, so you're good to go with your all your friends, kiddo."

I was crushed. I knew who was getting the bad news. Just like always, a 'talk' meant I would hear something I wasn't going to like. I looked up at Mom and Dad, and the disappointment on my face was obviously clear as day.

"That's right, honey, we're not moving to California," Dad said.

"So no UCLA for me," I said, glumly.

He smiled and took my hands. "Honey, now I didn't say that, did I?"

My heart leapt in my chest. "But...how? What do you mean? If we don't move, how do I still go to California?"

Mom placed her hands on top of ours. "Honey, we know how much you want to go to California. That's always been your dream. Just because your father and I can't come too, that doesn't mean we're going to keep you here. If you want to go, then go. Nothing needs to change with your plans, other than we won't be there with you. Sweetie, you can still go to UCLA."

"Where would I live, though?"

Our plan had been for us all to live together in a house we were going to rent from a friend of Dad's.

"You'll just have to get your own place. You could live in the dorms, or maybe we'll see about finding you an apartment near the campus. One way or the other, we'll work something out," said Dad.

"Maybe you could find a place to share with someone," added Paul.

"How would I do that, without having anywhere to stay until I found a place?"

Mom chimed in, turning to Dad. "As pretty as she is, I'm not entirely comfortable with our daughter driving across the country all by herself. I'm also not thrilled with the idea of her being alone in L.A. without a safe place already set up for her. I can tell you right now, that's not going to happen."

When Paul spoke up again, I think he surprised us all. "Yeah, Dawn, that could be really bad. You know what? This sucks. I mean, sure, I'm glad I get to stay here with my friends. Now that we can't go, though, I'm a little jealous that you're going. You get to do a roadie to Cali! How cool is that? Then you get to go apartment hunting in L.A.? God, that would be awesome. Still, it's not safe. A girl like you can't just show up in L.A. with nowhere to stay but a motel or a youth hostel. That would be seriously asking for trouble. Maybe that's okay for some skeeze like Axl Rose, but it's not okay for you. No way."




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 01



Stunned, I just stared at him. Besides his genuine concern for me, he also seemed truly excited about the idea of going to California. An idea suddenly hit me, and I just blurted it out. "Mom? Dad? Why don't we have Paul drive with me and stay with me, at least until I find a safe place? That way I don't go alone, plus he gets to see California too. When I'm settled in somewhere, he could fly home. He'd be back in plenty of time for school, so why not? It might be fun, and it'll definitely be good for us. It would give us some bonding time, like one last adventure together before I'm off to college. He already barely knows I'm alive. Once I'm gone, he may forget that he even has a sister. I'll come home for the holidays, and he'll be all like, 'Who's this weird chick at our dinner table?'"

I kicked Paul, and he laughed, "Yeah, right! Look who's talking! Once you're out in Cali, you'll probably big-time all of us! You won't even want to admit that you have any family back in Hicksville, Kansas. The moment you meet your first surfer dude, we'll never hear from you again."

He turned to Mom and Dad. "You just wait and see. She's gonna be the one to forget about us, long before we ever forget about her."

"Nobody's forgetting about anyone in this family," said Mom, then she turned to Dad. "Honey, I think that's a great idea, don't you? Let's have Paul drive out with her. This could be like their summer vacation, and I'll feel a whole lot better about Dawn's safety if I know her brother is looking after her."

Grinning, Mom leaned over to squeeze Paul's biceps. "I know I can count on my big, strong man to keep my little girl safe."

Paul looked determinedly at us both. "I won't let anyone hurt my sister."

Mom beamed proudly at Dad, who appeared to be deep in thought. After a few moments, he finally seemed to come to a decision. "Spending that much time on your own together, do you two think you could manage not to kill each other? During most of the trip you will have no one else to talk to, and that's a long drive. You'll also be sharing motel rooms, and probably an apartment too. I don't know whether you can handle it. If you could, yes, I think I like the idea. In addition to giving you two some time to be together, it would also give me a little 'quality time' with my blushing bride. No offense, Paul."

"None taken," he grinned, making an 'Ewwww!' face over the idea of Mom and Dad getting frisky.

"Hey, smart ass, what's so bad about us having some fun, huh? We're not dead, you know," laughed Mom.

Paul just kept smiling, then he turned to me. "Whaddya think, you big jerk? Could we manage not to kill each other?"

"I don't know, you big dork. Do you think you could manage to behave yourself, and not make me want to strangle you? Also, what about your precious internet? How will you possibly survive without those geeky role-playing games and all your blonde bimbos with ginormous fake boobs?"

Smirking at him, I was really laying it on thick.

"The internet has blonde bimbos with ginormous fake boobs? Really? Honey, let's get these kids outta the house already! We got stuff to watch!" said Dad, grinning at Mom while eagerly rubbing his hands together.

"Yeah, yeah, Dad, you wish. Mom would kill you if you did what Paul does," I said, grinning right along with him.

"Hey! I don't do anything!" said Paul.

Mom smiled sweetly. Taking his hand, she gently patted it. "I'm sure you don't, dear. You're as pure as the driven snow, and your sister is just being a goof."

Paul stared at her, waiting.

She tried to hold it in, but the corners of her mouth began to quiver, until she couldn't keep it in anymore. She started giggling, then she totally fell apart laughing.

Getting up in a huff, Paul did his best Cartman impression, exclaiming, "Man, screw you guys! I'm going home!" Then he turned and bailed on us.

Mom was still laughing. "Oh, come on, I'm sorry, dear! I believe you! Really, I do!"

Paul turned back to give her a little smirk before bailing for good.

Dad was still laughing too. "You guys are cruel. Just downright cruel. Poor kid, even his own mother teases him about internet porn. And you, big sister, you're going to need to keep a constant eye on him during this trip. You're a lot more mature than he is, you know. Also, you've at least gone away on weekend outings and things. Paul has never really been anywhere, not without us. This will be his first trip away from home so you need to keep him out of trouble, probably even more than he needs to look after you."

"I will, Dad. I meant what I said. I would like for us to spend some time together as brother and sister, getting to know one another again. We barely even see each other anymore. I miss my baby brother, and I'm hoping we can reconnect a little, before it's too late. Pretty soon here, if I don't do something about it, he won't want to have anything to do with me."

Mom took me by the hand. "Honey, I think you're misreading your brother. He loves you. He thinks the world of you. He knows you're alive, and he'll miss you when you're gone." Her expression becoming much more serious, she crossed our fingers together. "Dawn, as your mother, please believe me when I tell you this: I'm not as oblivious as you kids may think. Your brother most definitely has been noticing that you're a girl...a very beautiful girl. Don't let all his bluffing fool you. That innocent song and dance of his? 'Isn't that the same bikini you wore the other day?' Baby, that was a bunch of baloney."

Dad was simply nodding while looking right through me. "He notices you, sweetie. Where you're concerned, he doesn't miss a thing. You two just be careful out there."

"I will. I'll be careful with him. I mean, we will. I promise, we'll be careful."

I wasn't quite sure what I was promising to be careful about, because I couldn't tell what Dad really meant.

It almost felt like he was hinting at something deeper.

~ ~ ~

Lying on my bed, I was reading a magazine and getting ready to go to sleep when I heard Paul do his usual triple-knock on my door. I called for him to come on in. While he was only wearing boxers, all I had on were some tiny light blue panties and an old cut-off 'Rock Chalk Jayhawk' tank top. That's about as much as either one of us would ever wear to bed during the heat of a dustbowl summer.

He came and sat on my bed, next to where I lay on my stomach. "Can we talk for a minute?"

"Sure. What's up?" Turning towards him, I lowered my head into my arms.

"I just wanted to thank you for suggesting to Mom and Dad that I come with you. You didn't have to do that, and I never would've expected it. That was super cool of you."

Looking up, I felt a sudden rush of affection for my little brother. He was actually a really good guy. I mean I always knew that, but I was feeling a little sad about it. I realized I'd been just as guilty as he was, in terms of ignoring each other. The way we'd drifted apart, it was at least equally my fault; probably more, since I am the older one.

I gave him a warm smile. "Paul, you know I love you. I'm sorry for teasing you, too. Of course I want you to come with me. I meant what I said. I want us to have some time together, before we both grow up too much. I think it will be awesome to take this trip with you, and I'm just glad you're willing to go. Until you piped up there in the kitchen, I never would have guessed that you'd want to spend even ten minutes alone with me, much less join me on a roadie to California."

"Seriously? Do you really think I wouldn't want to spend even ten minutes alone with you? If that's how you feel, then I'm truly sorry. That's definitely not how I feel, and I don't want you thinking that crap. Yeah, it sounds like we need to get started on some serious fence-mending. Dawn, you should never think I don't want us to hang out together."

He actually put his hand on me, in the middle of my back, which was almost a first for us.

"Besides," he grinned, "I have it on good authority that if I do go, I'll get to enjoy all sorts of 'quality time' with the single hottest chick in our whole school."

"Oh, really? Well, I have it on good authority that you won't even notice me, not unless I dye my hair blonde and get a boob job all the way up to double-F's. I'm not your type, and I'm just your boring, invisible sister anyway."

I smiled through my long hair. He'd been doing the lightest of small circles in the center of my back, then his hand froze.

"Who told you that?"

I thought about lying to him, but something told me that it was time to be honest with my little brother.

"I overheard you and Rick the other day in the kitchen. You said you're basically blind to me, and that I'd need to be blonde, with ginormous boobs, before you'd even notice me."

"Well then, if you heard that, you also heard what Rick said about you."

I smiled. "Yes, I did. I admit it was nice to hear, since I don't have much experience with boys, but—"

"But?"

"Yes...but. It was nice to hear, but it was more sad to hear that I'm invisible to you, and that's all I could ever be, since you can't even see me as a girl. I would hate to have to wear a wig and get some crazy boob job just so my own brother will know I'm alive."

"Come on, if you heard all that, then you also heard me admit to Rick that I couldn't come up with a single thing about you that isn't perfect, and that includes your boobs."

"You said they could be bigger."

"'The bigger the better,' I said, yes, but you know I was joking. You have, umm...Dawn, c'mon, you have great boobs. You know you do. Everyone knows you do. They're not even medium, much less small. You have big boobs, and they're absolutely perfect. I wouldn't touch your boobs."

"See? That's what I'm talking about! That just sucks. You say they're perfect, yet you wouldn't even touch them," I grinned.

"What? Huh?"

I continued grinning. Finally, he blushed. "No! Not like that! Of course I'd touch your boobs! Wait.... Damn it, Dawn!"

I was beaming. Once he understood, he began to laugh. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, Miss Big Boobs. Look, we both know that as pretty as you are, you're completely out of my league. I could never land a girl like you. Christ, you're the most popular cheerleader! Even I recognize that a girl can't get much hotter than being the hottest cheerleader. Rick says you look exactly like Megan Fox, and yeah, I guess you really do. Come on, she's like the most smokin' hot girl in Hollywood, and you look just like her, only you're even better."

"Because I have no tattoos, and I'm not a total raving bitch," I smiled.

"You're not conceited either, plus you're hella sweet. You also have bigger, better tits, and an even hotter ass. He said all that too, and I agreed, remember?"

"Yes, I remember," I said, smiling softly. His hand was moving over the middle of my back again. "Mmmm, that feels good."

He quickly pulled it away.

"What are you doing? I said it feels good! 'Feels good' doesn't mean 'stop doing it,' silly. Put that hand right back where it was."

Tentatively, since we'd called attention to it, he returned his hand to my back.

I turned my head, and...oh, crap. I froze, and Paul felt my sudden change. Before I could look away, he followed my gaze to...

...the trophy. I'd left my closet door open about a foot, and there it was, leaning against the back wall. 

Had I not frozen up, I probably could have blown it off. Instead, his brotherly intuition instantly kicked in, allowing him to recognize that he was seeing something I didn't want him to see.

Feeling mischievous, apparently, he quickly jumped up and went to my closet.

"Oh, god," I moaned, covering my head with a pillow. "No, no, no," I groaned into the bed, kicking my feet up and down.

WHUUUMP!

He'd jumped back onto the bed, all full of attitude. "What's this, huh? 'The girl with the most perfect, awesome, spankable ass ever!' Does my dear, sweet sister have her own perverted secret?"

Jumping off the bed, he held the trophy over his head and began doing this totally gay victory dance. I was laughing at his antics, and even beginning to get over my embarrassment. Since he was laughing too, I figured that would be the end of it.

That's when things suddenly became immensely worse.

Thunk! Plop!

Oh, fuck. 

'Okay, Lord, go ahead, take me now. Put me out of my misery...please!' I thought, covering my head with two pillows. I didn't want a single scintilla of light to be able to reach me, nor a hint of sound. I just wanted to be swallowed whole, right then and there.

I felt a thump-thump-thump being drummed on my butt, with the left cheek receiving the heavier thumping. Paul was smarmily singing that old song by Divinyls, "I Touch Myself," and I didn't even need to look up to know he was drumming on my butt with the two dildos that had fallen out of the trophy.

I finally poked my head out from beneath the pillows to grin sheepishly at him. Of course he was thoroughly delighted. In fact, that may have been the happiest and downright goofiest I'd ever seen him.

"You cannot tell a single soul about this. You have to promise me," I said, trying to be serious, yet giggling nonetheless.

"Tell a single soul about which thing? That my sister has a bunch of dildos, or that she has the most perfect ass ever, at least according to all her cheerleader friends!"

"Rick said so too," I giggled again, sitting up and grabbing at the two dildos. "Gimme those. You were never supposed to see any of this."

"Yeah, just like you were never supposed to blunder in on me in my bedroom. Should I go tease you now right in front of Mom and Dad about your 'perfect ass' and colorful dildos? That'd be totally fair, don't you think?" he crowed, laughing while holding the dildos out of my reach.

God, was he ever enjoying himself.

"Fine!" I grinned. "Enjoy your little victory. I'll just sit here and be embarrassed, until you get it out of your system. Just so you know, though, I had no idea about those things, not until the girls sprung them on me. It was part of their surprise going-away party for me."

Calming down, Paul finally sat next to me again on the bed. "Going-away party? When was this?"

"It was after the last game, later that night in our locker room. We had cake," I said, with a quirky smile.

"Cake and dildos? Cool party," he grinned.

"Something like that. Okay, look, now you know. Obviously I never would have wanted you to find that trophy, much less what was inside it, but you did, so I'll probably never be able to face you again. Happy now? You got over on your big sister."

"You mean my older sister. You're definitely my little sister, shortie."

"Shortie? I'm five-eight! I'm tall for a girl, you big jerk."

"You still seem short to me, even if you do have big, awesome tits and the most perfect ass in the world!"

I punched him right in the stomach. He jumped on me to wrestle my arms down, then it became a full-on battle, the two of us laughing and rolling around on the bed.

"You know," I finally said, panting as he held me down, "this is probably the first time we've wrestled since junior high. It was a little easier last time, when you didn't tower over me like you do now. What are you now, anyway? Six-one?"

"Six-two, shortie."

"You feel like a load of bricks, too. Jesus, you're as solid as a rock. You must weigh two-hundred pounds."

"Yep, two-fifteen."

"Ummm, I think one part of you definitely grew the most! You must really like wrestling with me, huh?" I teased, sniggering as I gestured with the blue dildo to his boxers. He'd gotten hard, and was making just an enormous tent in his shorts. "Judging from the size of that boner, you look like you deserve a trophy too," I added, shooting him a wide grin.

Turning a dozen shades of embarrassed, he quickly covered himself with a pillow. "Oh, god, Dawn. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for—"

Smiling happily, I pressed my index finger to his lips. "Shhhh. Don't apologize. It's okay. I love it, actually. It's nice to know you do at least see me as a girl."

He gave me a look of wonder mixed with lingering embarrassment. "You mean you're not all weirded out by this? I'm your brother, so I'm not supposed to get excited by you, right? I swear, though, I just couldn't help it. I didn't mean for it to happen, but doesn't it bother you?"

"Paul, seriously, all kidding aside now; what you told Rick, did you mean it? Am I really that invisible to you? You never even thought I was pretty?"

He looked at me with a curiously pained expression. He appeared to be struggling for the right words, then he just blurted out, "I don't know what to say. Anything I say now will obviously be a lie, because this doesn't lie...." He gestured to his crotch, hidden beneath the pillow. "I guess I think you're prettier than I ever knew I realized. Does that make any sense?"

"C'mere..." I said, reaching out to him. As he shyly leaned towards me, I pulled his pillow away. "Please, don't be embarrassed. I don't mind if you get hard. I love it, and no, it doesn't weird me out at all. If it were up to me, you would be this big and hard every second we're together. It's flattering, and it makes me happy to see you like this. Now just let me hug you. We haven't hugged in so long."

He sort of resisted touching me, so I pulled him in and hooked my arms around his neck. Hugging him, I could feel his hands only lightly touching my back.

"Paul, please...hug me," I said, breathing it into his ear.

Finally, he did. We quietly hugged, with his erection pressing into my stomach. It felt good against my bare skin, and it just felt good to be so close with him again. It was really nice, holding each other that way.

Then he started chuckling into my hair.

"What's so funny?" I asked, giggling.

"Ummm, your boobs."

Smiling, I glanced down. "What about 'em?"

My nipples were ridiculously erect, making obscene points in my thin tank top. I thought about folding my arms over them, and decided not to. Sure, my high beams were on, but I still didn't see what was so funny.

"I could feel 'em pressing against me. Your boobs. My sister's boobs."

I grinned at him. "Yeah? So? I'm a girl. I have boobs."

He was totally staring at them. "They're hella nice. They're even bigger and better than I realized. You have really awesome boobs."

"Okay, but why is that funny? You like my boobs. Isn't that a good thing?" I giggled again.

He started to laugh. "Dawn, I was trying to look at your ass in the mirror, but your boobs felt so good, they distracted me!"

I spun around, wanting to see where he was looking. Spotting the wall mirror on the far side of the room, I saw my bare legs and mostly bare bottom, which my tiny panties hardly covered at all. Smiling, I turned back to him. "So...before you got distracted, did you at least enjoy the view?"

"You tell me," he grinned, drawing my gaze back to his tented boxers. He let me freely look, and the sheer size of his erection was just incredible.

While ogling his enormous bulge, I couldn't help but smile. "Is that because of my boobs, or my ass?" I asked, reaching out to touch it through his boxers. He let me hold it, and together we watched as I began to squeeze and caress it. "It's so hard..." I whispered.

"Dawn, it was your ass. By the time I felt your boobs pressing against me, I was already hard. I felt your ass while we were wrestling, and I remembered how it looked when you were lying on your stomach. Then I saw it in the mirror. You really do have a perfect ass. I can't believe I haven't been 'perving' on it this whole time, as you would say. Rick's right. I must have been blind."

"You've seen me in panties a million times. I look the same in them tonight as I did last night, when we were on your bed watching TV." 




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 01



"What can I say? Better late than never, right? The question now is what will you do, knowing that you turn me on? Do you still want me to go with you on this trip?"

"God, it's so big," I grinned, stroking up and down his huge shaft. Grabbing the pink dildo, I held it up right next to his mind-boggling erection. "Look! You're even bigger than this giant thing!" It was no contest, and we shared crazy smiles. Releasing his dick, I hugged him again while looking back over my shoulder at the mirror. When I saw my ass, I wiggled it. "You like?" I asked, teasing him with a flirty grin.

Looking just like an excited puppy, he eagerly nodded, and I gave him a big, happy smile. "Okay, here's one for you: Why is what I may or may not want the only question here? What about you? What if you turn me on? What will you do, and do you still want to go with me?"

He laughed, "If I say yes, I want to go, will you promise to bring that perfect, awesome, spankable ass with you?"

Guffawing, I jumped on him, wrestling him flat onto the bed. I was hovering over him, straddling his waist. "Who knew my brother was such a wonderful perv? Okay, yes, wherever we go together, I promise to take my ass with me. I'll never leave home without it. I'll even let you check and make sure before we go anywhere that I didn't forget to bring it with us. Happy?"

He looked up at my bouncing boobs inside my faded, threadbare tank top. My erect nipples were screaming at him, only inches from his face.

"These too? Promise?" He was hungrily eyeing them.

I laughed, then I smooshed my breasts right down on his startled face. Shaking my tits like crazy, I said, "These too. In fact, you can do a full checklist anytime we're about to go anywhere: keys, maps, my purse, your wallet, water bottles, boobs, and ass."

His face was all red and flushed when I finally sat back up. I could feel he was still as hard as a rock beneath me. "Oh, and one other thing: cock. We can't leave home without making sure you bring this with us...." Smiling like a goon, I reached into his boxers, squeezing his hard cock before pulling it all the way out of his shorts.

Though startled, he still had the presence of mind to laugh and say, "That's not exactly the same as your boobs and ass! It's not always going to be like that, you know!"

I flopped down on top of him, letting first my ass then my pussy press directly against his hard length. Smiling seductively, I began to grind on his throbbing dick. "If it's ever not like this, then I didn't do my job properly, did I? Maybe I'll just have to wrestle with you a lot."

"That's not fair, and you know it," he said, grinning when he felt me firmly pressing my wet pussy against him. "How will I know when your boobs and ass are as excited as I am, you know, down there? It's too easy for you to tell if you're doing a good job on me. How will I know, with you?"

I looked at him for a moment, thinking about his question. Smiling, I leaned down and whispered my answer. "I guess that will be for me to know and for you to find out, huh?"

"Like I said, it's too easy for you," he chuckled.

"Oh please, little brother. It's hardly some big mystery. I think I make it pretty obvious..." I said, gesturing to my breasts. "There you go. If you're ever curious, just check my nipples. The way you're staring at them right now, that's all you need to do. Unless I'm cold, they'll tell you every time." Giggling in anticipation, I pulled up my top to show him my bare boobs. "See? Whenever my nipples are this big and hard, and I feel this wet to you, go ahead and consider those to be pretty good clues that I'm as excited as you are."

He pressed his thick naked dick against my pussy, and I recalled how it felt when Trish and Michelle fucked me with those dildos. I also remembered their descriptions of how much better the real thing would feel inside me.

Grinding against him, I felt my pussy drenching my panties, and I gazed into his eyes. "So, my really big brother, do you still want to take a trip to California with your 'little' sister? Just the two of us together, all by ourselves? Hmmm? Do I need to buy a blonde wig to get you to say yes?"

He did a big funny growl and rolled us over, making me laugh. He ended up on top of me, with the head of his cock pushing into my panties-covered pussy. He'd pinned my arms back, and I was spreading my legs in total surrender when suddenly we heard Mom coming up the stairs.

Quickly jumping up, we scrambled to hide the dildos and trophy. Once we had them safely stashed away, we flopped down onto our stomachs atop the bed, facing the TV. As Paul stuffed his dick back into his boxers, we heard Mom's gentle knock on my bedroom door, and I called for her to come in.

"Oh, there you two are. Talking about the trip?" she asked, with a warm, sweet smile.

"Uh-huh," I said, looking up sheepishly.

"Okay, I just wanted to see where you two had run off to. So, did you decide anything?"

"Uh-huh," said Paul, mimicking me while grinning like a bandit.

WHACK! 

He'd just hauled off and given my bottom a huge swat! What a butthead!

Mom, though, was clearly quite amused, and he shot her a smug look. "Yeah, Mom, I'm definitely coming."

"I really think you should, Paul. I'm sure she will love having you. It'll be a fantastic experience for both of you," she giggled, turning to me with a bright smile.

Paul had sat up to give my bottom that vicious swat, and he remained that way as he talked with her. Mom and I could both see his outrageous erection jutting out obscenely in his boxers, directly in my face. She was looking right at it when she'd giggled and said I'd love having him.

Wide-eyed, I just stared at it, and she was staring at it too. I pressed my face into my pillow, hiding my giggles as I soothingly caressed myself where he'd whacked me. Finally, I looked back up at him. "What was that for? Why did you spank my bottom?"

Way too late, he noticed our stares. Embarrassed, he covered himself again with a pillow. Still, as I continued gently rubbing my tender bottom, he smirked at me. While I waited for him to answer, they both just watched me caress myself.

"Why did you spank my bottom?" I asked again.

His teasing smile was pure saccharine sweetness. "You want me to give the most perfect, awesome, spankable ass ever more attention, don't you?"

"Paul!" said Mom, totally guffawing. Though clearly shocked, she still laughed.

"Inside joke, Mom," he smirked. "I'll let her explain it to you later, if she has the guts."

"Okay, this I gotta hear," she said, flashing him a devious grin.

WHACK!

He'd swatted me again!

"Yeah! Spank that sexy ass!" she laughed. Leaning down, she held my face in her hands. "Baby, I'm quite certain your brother will be more than happy to give your gorgeous bottom all the attention in the world, if that's what you really want. So, was he telling the truth? Do you want him to give your perfect, awesome, spankable ass - did I say that right? - more attention?"

Giggling, I buried my head. Lifting the pillow just a bit, I peeked out, and she was staring right into my happy eyes. "Uh-huh," I whispered, nodding shyly before burying my head again with another silly giggle.

WHACK!

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

~to be continued~

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Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 02



"Mom and Dad are in there having another talk about your 'sexy bikini,' you little slut!"

Having rejoined us in the pool, Paul was grinning over his little piece of news. Rick was in the deep end, we were at the shallow end, and even though I knew Rick always cheated like crazy we were playing Marco Polo anyway.

"How do you know?" I asked.

Holding up a hand to Rick, I motioned for him to give us a minute. Nodding, he moved to shallower water and jackknifed himself into a wobbly handstand before returning to the deep end.

"I was coming back from the bathroom, about to go through the living room, when I heard them talking. They were just around the corner from me, watching you through the patio door."

"You intentionally eavesdropped on their conversation? You sneaky rat!" I laughed, splashing him.

"Hey, look who's talking! I learned from the best!" he grinned, splashing me right back.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. So, what'd they say?"

"I heard Mom ask, 'Do you think she does it on purpose?'"

"Does what on purpose? Jeez, Mom!" I laughed, looking back into the house. Dad gave me a small wave, and I pretended to splash him too. He just chuckled.

"They were talking about the skimpy things you always wear around the house, like your bikini. Basically, they were wondering whether you're intentionally trying to show off and be a tease, I think."

"Okay, and what about you, my darling little brother? Do you think that, too?"

"I don't know. Are you?" he grinned.

"Paul! God, you're as bad as Mom! Now I can't even get my own brother to stick up for me? So, anyway, what did Dad say?"

Paul smirked. "Taking the Fifth, huh? Coward. Okay, Dad said something like, 'Honestly? I don't think she does it on purpose. She's just never been hung up on stuff like that. She still walks around the house in tiny see-through panties and tops like it's perfectly normal. It's almost as if she doesn't realize she's not twelve anymore, that she has full-sized breasts now, and we all can see them in those skimpy tops she always wears. Do you think she has any idea how her bottom looks these days in her little bikini, compared to when she was fourteen? I really doubt it.'"

Having finished telling his story, Paul gave me a dopey grin.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" With a coy smile I flipped a little splash at him.

"Yeah, I do, and I think Dad does too, you know."

"You never acted as if you liked it. You never even noticed before, so neither did I."

He offered me a shy smile. "Maybe I did, and just never said anything because I didn't want you to stop doing it."

"You really are a sneak, but I love you for it. So what else did they say?"

"Dad asked her, 'What else would she wear to go swimming, regardless of whether Paul and the boys are here? She always wears that same bikini. Does she even own any others?'"

I have to admit, I was really enjoying being in league with my brother. It was great to be talking and having fun with him again; just the two of us. He seemed to be enjoying it too, which made it feel even better. The flirting we were doing only made things that much more fun.

"What'd Mom say? She knows this is my only bikini. I don't understand why she's suddenly making such a big deal over it."

"Mom said, 'I don't think so. I know I haven't bought her another one, so unless she bought herself one without my being aware of it, probably not.'

"Dad said, 'See? What else is she supposed to wear? Would you prefer she swim with the boys in her even skimpier underwear?'"

"Dad really said that? Right on, Dad!"

"Yeah, and he was sort of laughing when he said it. But get this. You'll love what happened next. Mom actually laughed while saying, 'Oh, please, as if you'd really mind seeing that!' I'm telling you, Dad loves watching you, and Mom even kids him about it! Face it, girl, you're surrounded by a house full of people who think you're totally hot!"

"Including you?" I asked teasingly, giving him a quirky smile.

"Including me. Especially me." Grinning, he nailed me with a huge splash.

Still, I wanted to tease him some more. "You're such a liar. You're just saying that. I heard you in the kitchen with Rick. You don't think I'm anywhere near as hot as Rick does. You know what? I think I'll go be hot for him, and you and Dad can just eat your hearts out. If Mom's going to think I'm teasing everyone on purpose, even when I'm not, fine, I may as well have some fun and actually do it!"

I spun around and kicked the water, hitting him in the face with a killer splash as I swam away. "You're 'it' now, and try not to cheat like Rick always does!" I said, calling back to him loudly enough that Rick could hear me too.

I swam over to Rick, though not before taking another peek into the living room. Mom and Dad were still watching. Perfect.

'You think I was teasing before, Mom? Check out your teasing daughter now…' I thought, smiling to myself.

Once I'd made my way over to Rick, I lifted myself halfway out of the pool, raising my bottom above the water. I plopped down on my stomach, with my head resting in my folded arms. My bottom was sticking up, and my legs were hanging straight down as I lazily kicked my feet.

Rick was smiling at me, and because of what I overheard him say to Paul I was looking forward to watching how he looked at me. I wanted to see if he'd be obvious in checking me out. I'd already decided to flirt with him a little, just to see what he would do.

I also wanted to make Paul, Dad, and especially Mom a little crazy. She'd gotten so much glee out of watching Paul spank me, and I loved the way she'd stared and even grinned at his gigantic erection.

Yes, I really wanted to tease her.

So, keeping in mind what Rick had said he liked best on a girl, of course the first thing I did was let him fully enjoy my bottom. Pretty much, I put it right in his face. He was leaning back on his elbows, and I'd plopped down directly beside him, my dripping wet bottom pooched up high in the air. His face couldn't have been more than eight inches away, and judging from his expression he definitely wanted to take a bite out of me.

"Hey, cheater," I grinned.

"I don't consider looking at pretty girls 'cheating.' I consider it 'smart,' and 'impossible not to.' I bet everyone cheats, once they know it's you they're chasing."

"Paul doesn't. He always keeps his eyes closed."

"What can I say? Paul's a big, gay fag," he chuckled.

I guffawed, then I elbowed him. I also giggled over the way he ran that favorite saying of his together, like 'big-gay-fag' was all one word. Rick always did crack me up.

Still, I had to defend Paul. "He is not a fag! He likes girls. Look at his bedroom, with all those posters of blonde bimbos and their huge boobs."

"Those things?" he laughed. "C'mon, a blind man could see right through that act. That's just a beard for Paul. He only pretends to like slutty bimbos to hide the fact that all he really cares about are those super gay fantasy dweeb games he plays on the internet."

I smiled to myself, recalling how easily Paul got all big and hard just from wrestling with me and seeing my bottom in my tiny panties.

"You're wrong, Rick. Paul likes girls."

"Yeah, and how would you know? Have you ever seen him with a girl? I mean, literally…ever?"

"I'm his sister. A sister knows her little brother. If he were as gay as you say he is, I'd know, and I know he's not." Then I did a lisping 'gay guy' voice. "Besides, sweetie, if he's such a raging fairy, why are you his best friend? Takes one to know one, maybe?"

Batting my eyes at him, I made a little kissy-face.

He elbowed me and laughed, "Hey, I'm not the one who keeps my eyes closed whenever you come near me in the pool, remember? Only a fag would try to avoid looking at you."

I giggled and elbowed him right back. "Good, you finally admit to being a big, fat cheater. Donny cheats just as much as you do, but he always denies it, even when I totally catch him doing it."

"So? All you're really saying is Donny is a pervert, and I'm a pervert too, but at least I'm an honest pervert. Paul is still just a big, gay fag."

"No, that's not what I'm saying, you jerk," I giggled. "Besides, how do I know you're not also opening your eyes when you chase after them? Maybe you're not really a perv so much as you're just a big, fat cheater."

"No, it's just you," he smiled, running his eyes up and down my body.

"No fair. You're not even 'it,' and here you are, cheating again. Okay, maybe you are just a perv," I grinned.

"If I am, it's your fault. What do you expect, with that bikini you're wearing."

"Again, with my bikini? God, what is it with you people? Why is everyone suddenly making such a big deal about this stupid bikini?" Arching my back, I leaned up on my elbows.

He laughed, yet he continued to stare at my body. "What are you talking about? Who else said something about your bikini?"

"Mom did! We had this big 'family talk' yesterday about it. She thinks I make you guys get all excited with what I wear...especially this bikini." Giving him a really flirty grin, I made a big show of conspicuously checking out his crotch. "Umm, never mind. I guess you do get all excited by seeing me in this bikini."

Rick blushed as I smiled happily at his obvious erection.

'This is getting to be so much fun!' I thought. While still grinning at the sight of his bobbing cock tenting his swim shorts, I said, "Also, Paul told me that he just overheard Mom asking Dad if he thinks I 'do it on purpose,' whatever that's supposed to mean. Now you're even bringing it up. My god, it's just a bikini. Why are you all suddenly making such a huge deal over nothing?"

I looked down my body, and...

...umm...

...holy crap.

Rick was intently watching me as I sat there, frozen. I'm sure I was totally blushing.

"Still think we're all making a big deal over nothing? I mean, seriously, can you blame us? You're right, your bikini is almost nothing now," he said quietly, with a warm smile.

I was so glad that he smiled like a friend, not just a perv.

"I had no idea. I...I never realized. Oh, god. Has it always done that?"

"Uh-huh," he grinned, openly staring at my bottom.

Wanting to take a peek at my bikini top, I lifted even higher onto my elbows. He watched as I peered down at my breasts, then he laughed when he saw the full recognition finally dawning on me.

"I guess the, umm, front of...down there…you know, I mean my bikini bottom, in front. Same thing?" I stammered, almost unwilling to roll over and look down.

"Yep. Just as amazing as the rear or the top." 

Paul swam up to us, asking if we were going to play or not?

I kicked my legs at him, splashing them both. "No wonder Mom said something! Why didn't you guys warn me, you pervs!"

"Warn her about what? What's she squawkin' about?" Paul asked, turning to Rick.

"Why didn't you warn me about what happens with my bikini, doofus! You didn't think you should maybe warn your own sister about this?" I dunked my bottom into the water, then I lifted it and wiggled it right in his face. Not only did I want to make him look at it, I also wanted him to acknowledge that he was looking at it.

"I...I mean, I..." he stumbled.

Laughing, Rick jumped in. "Yeah, right! And ruin our whole summer? What, do you think we're stupid? Why would we want to warn you?"

I frowned at him. "Oh, I get it. If you warned me, I might go and do something terrible, like buy a new bikini."

"Exactly. See, I always knew you were a smart girl!" he crowed, covering himself with his arms as I playfully slapped at him.

We all looked at my body. My bikini bottoms were so old, threadbare and thin that they'd become totally see-through. I could literally see my entire ass. I could see the smooth brown skin, including the tiny bumps from my little hairs. I could see the tan lines forming a slightly paler thong shape before disappearing into my deep crack. When I shifted and moved around, I could see my bouncing curves quiver, then quickly settle. Forming a beam of golden sparkles over the center of my left thigh, the sunlight danced up the gentle slope of my lower cheek, across the shadow of my crescent divide and onto the high peak of my right cheek, where it shined with a dazzling brilliance.

I reached back and slipped my fingers beneath the bikini, tugging it aside to press a finger into my naked bottom. The impression left by my fingertip was just that slight bit paler, but my golden brown curves looked nearly the same where I'd uncovered them.

Bursting from those tiny panties, my ass looked so round and full that it almost appeared...hungry.

I never realized my bikini completely disappeared once I got it wet. I guess I knew that it was becoming pretty see-through, but being in the pool made it totally transparent. We could see my deeply curved ass crack as clearly as if I were naked. From Paul's position directly behind me, I'm sure he could see my pussy, and probably even my asshole. All I had to do was spread my legs a little.

Except they were already spread. They were spread plenty wide enough, I realized.

Paul was staring between my legs. Even with Rick there, he wasn't trying to hide the fact that he was perving on me. He was looking right into my ass, studying my pussy, and his mouth fell open.

Just the thought of him staring at me like that made my nipples harden and my pussy become wet. Rick being there too, watching Paul drool over the sight of my spread-open ass and pussy, that made it even hotter for me. Knowing Mom and Dad were probably also watching, god, that just excited me to death.

Having gotten over the shock of discovering how naked I'd really been for them all those times we'd been in the pool together, I was feeling a growing horniness. Unable to stop myself, I spread my legs even more.

My bikini being so see-through wasn't the only thing, either.

"How long has my bikini been too tiny to cover me?" I asked, noticing that the bottoms were so small on me that three or four inches of my crack were completely uncovered. It looked like someone had pulled my bikini almost halfway down my bottom. On top of everything else, it had become so narrow that it was really just a thong, leaving most of my bare ass exposed.

"Probably for at least a year now. It just keeps getting smaller and thinner," grinned Rick.

I slid into the water, all the way above my head. Slicking back my long hair, I slid right back up onto the side of the pool. Rolling onto my back, I looked down my body.

I was naked. I could see the faint tan lines and goose bumps on my breasts, as well as the little bumps on my large, slightly raised areolas. Their light brown color was so obvious, it was like I was wearing cellophane. The water, the slight breeze, and especially the circumstance made my nipples grow fully hard. I could see their pebbly texture, and even the little indents on the tips. They were achingly erect turrets, standing tall above my rich, full mounds.

Since the boys were openly staring at my nipples, I shyly smiled first at Rick, then Paul. "Do you like them?" I asked quietly.

Never taking his eyes off my breasts, Paul just gulped. Rick tried to hide his erection by pressing his body against the side of the pool.

Giving him an inviting grin, I let the tip of my tongue play between my teeth. "Rick, I know you have a big hard-on right now. You don't have to hide it from me."

"You're…perfect," he whispered.

If possible, my nipples grew even harder.

The way I was sitting, my flat tummy tapered down into the valley between my hip bones. I could see my little black bush equally well either by looking in the open space beneath my faded pink and white bikini or by looking straight through it. I shave my pussy completely bare, leaving only a small rectangle above my slit, and I have a really prominent clit, at least according to Trish and Michelle. I guess I do, because mine is a lot easier to see than the ones on most of the other girls, even when my face is right there at their pussies.

Sitting with Paul and Rick by the pool, my face was nowhere near my pussy, and still I could easily see my clit; we all could. The bikini was so thoroughly transparent that the large dome shape, smooth texture and vibrant pink color of my swollen nub were as obvious to us as the noses on our faces. I was totally turned on; if my nipples hadn't already betrayed my horniness, my erect clit was screaming it loud and clear.

I wanted to touch it. I wanted Paul or Rick to touch it. I would have shot off like a rocket had either of them even slightly grazed it with their fingertips. 'God, I wish Michelle was here right now. She would touch it, and then some,' I thought.

Spreading my legs, I brought my knees up. I didn't lift them too high, though, since I didn't want to block Rick's view. He was just off to my side, while Paul was directly between my thighs. They each had a front row seat to what I was willingly showing them.

Following Rick's pointed gaze, then Paul's too, I joined them in staring between my spread legs.

Lips. Beautiful, glistening wet, deep pink lips. We were all thoroughly checking out my bare pussy lips, which were pressed into a crinkly smirk by the sheer bikini. 

I spread my legs a little wider, and we watched as my fine petals moistly separated, revealing a blush of brighter pink. I was offering them a point-blank view of my pouting, virgin pussy.

With that thought burning in my mind, we all watched my pussy spasm. "Mmmmmm, see? She loves the way you're looking at her...the way you want her…" I said, smiling softly.

"That's good, because I love to look at her, and I definitely want her," said Rick, staring hungrily between my legs.

"Isn't she beautiful? I love my pussy. I'm glad you love her too," I purred, reaching down to caress my lips through the effectively invisible material.

Touching myself for them, god, I was so turned on.

Then it hit me. Mom and Dad were probably still watching.

I looked over to the patio door, and yep, there was Mom, sort of biting her pinky. Dad was no longer by her side.

'Oh, god,' I moaned inside my head, my thighs trembling. I was cumming! Just knowing that Mom was watching me touch my pussy for the boys totally set me off! Even better, it seemed to be turning her on, too! Mom always bites her pinky whenever she's "the good kind of nervous, or really excited," as she puts it, and I could see her eyes shining as she traced her pinky over her bottom lip, sometimes nipping at it with her brilliant white teeth.

That's when it also hit me that I had apparently been running around completely naked in front of all my family and friends for god knows how long. Years, probably. At least the past couple of summers, definitely.

Returning to earth following my sudden orgasm, I was still caressing my pussy as I gave Paul a slow, teasing smile. "So, little brother, what about you? Were you ever going to tell me about my invisible bikini, or were you, Rick and Donny just going to perv over my bare breasts and naked pussy all summer long? I know your eyes work, Paul. You see everything they see."

He started to stammer an explanation, but I cut him off. "Mom was apparently the only one who was ever going to say a word, so this is obviously how you all want to see me. At least now I'm aware of it, and you know what? You heard her, Paul. 'Wear or even don't wear whatever you want, Dawn. If you make the guys crazy, that's their problem. You can all deal with it on your own.'"

Rick had a look of surprise, and also of admiration. "Wow, your mom actually said that?"

"Yep. Paul heard her, and Dad was there, too. Everyone agreed to it," I grinned. "The thing is, I never even knew what was going on. You guys sure did, though, and since you all like it so much, I guess she figures she's outvoted."




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 02



"Or maybe she likes it too," said Paul, with a little grin.

"You guys have the coolest mom ever," Rick said, shaking his head and high-fiving Paul.

"She really is. She even teases Dad about how he'd love to see Dawn wearing only her tiny panties to go swimming!" laughed Paul.

Wide-eyed and slack-jawed, Rick just stared at us.

"Like it would really matter," I giggled. "The only difference would be my panties are smaller, but I can hardly imagine how they could be any more see-through than this bikini. Paul, you see me in my panties all the time, so—"

"Dude! You do?" exclaimed Rick, interrupting me to guffaw at Paul. "Dawn walks around wearing nothing but panties in front of you? Oh my god! That'd be awesome!" Then he turned to me. "You gotta do that when I'm here!"

We all laughed as Rick again high-fived Paul, who sheepishly returned it with a really weak effort before giving his friend an embarrassed little grin. "Yeah, she does that almost every night, and usually at breakfast too. A lot of times she'll wear nothing but panties the whole day."

Despite Rick's head looking like it was about to explode, Paul turned back to me. "Dawn, what were you about to say?"

I just smiled at him. "I was saying you've seen me in lots of my panties. I know they're mostly smaller than these bikini bottoms, so they probably show more of my ass, but are any of them more see-through? And does my naked crack stick out on top this much?"

"I dunno, Dawn," Rick said, cutting in with a laugh. "That bikini is getting to be really see-through. If you never got it wet, I would still know exactly how your nipples, ass and pussy look. We can see right through your bikini, even when you're just standing around in the kitchen or whatever."

Shaking my head, I smiled and turned back to Paul.

He gave me a small grin, then turned serious. "When they're both dry, yeah, some of your panties are more see-through than your bikini. So are some of your tops. Dawn, a lot of your panties and tops are totally sheer. Rick's right, though. Even dry your bikini is really see-through now. Only a couple of your panties show as much of your crack as your bikini does, but most of 'em show way more of your ass. If you were to wear your panties to go swimming, it'd be about the same as wearing your bikini. Either way, you might as well go naked. Just hanging around the house? Your panties usually show more than your bikini."

"Okay, so even when dry, wearing my bikini is about the same as wearing panties. Once I go swimming there's no difference at all, since my panties and tops couldn't be any more see-through than this bikini. Right?"

When Paul just shyly nodded, I grinned triumphantly at Rick. "See? You're not missing anything. You've already seen me a million times in my panties and didn't even know it!"

"Okay, then there's no reason you can't hang around the house in your panties when I'm here," he countered, with a big, goofy grin.

I gave him a sexy smile. "No, there isn't, and who says I won't? It's what everyone wants, right?"

"You won't hear any complaints from me," Paul smirked.

"Really? You seriously wouldn't mind if I hung around with you, Rick and Donny wearing what I wore last night, or something even skimpier?"

"What'd you wear last night?" asked Rick, his excitement plainly evident. 

'God, this is fun,' I again thought to myself before saying, "Just some little panties and my Kansas Jayhawks top, same as always when it's hot. We were on my bed, wrestling and fooling around. Those panties are a lot smaller than this bikini, and Paul ended up spanking my bare bottom right in front of Mom! She was even cheering him on!"

"So? You loved it!" laughed Paul.

"We both loved it," I smiled, splashing him. "I'm just saying, in those panties my ass was basically naked, and you whacked it over and over, with Mom egging you on. Paul, for real, you wouldn't mind if I wore those panties around your friends? You'd spank my bare ass right in front of them? I mean like when we're watching movies, and I'm lying on the floor with you guys?"

"Why would I mind? It's not like Rick or Donny is going to do anything. They're not gonna flip out and attack you, or anything stupid like that. Besides, they've basically already seen you naked. What difference does it make now if they also get to see you in your panties and see-through tops? Heck, Rick is always going to think you're the hottest girl on the planet anyway, no matter what you wear."

Rick punched him, which made me laugh. "Oh, is that so, Rick?" I cooed, teasing him.

"Dude, don't let her pull that innocent crap on you. She already knows what you think of her. She overheard us talking, that day in the kitchen," Paul said, smirking at me.

Rick blushed scarlet, then turned away. He started to stammer an apology, but I stopped him. "You don't need to apologize. C'mon, what girl doesn't want to hear what you said about me that day? I was flattered. Besides, if anything, it's Paul who should apologize for what I overheard. He's the one who prefers blonde bimbos to his 'invisible' sister." 

I grinned at Paul. I was having fun driving the teasing knife in a little deeper.

"Yeah, I know. I told you, he's just a big, gay fag," Rick crowed again.

I thought it was about time to let Paul off the hook. "Okay, knock it off with that 'fag' stuff. I was just teasing him. Paul already explained everything to me last night. He didn't need to apologize, at least no more than I did. It's more my fault than his that we've been 'invisible' to each other. Besides, I know he's not a fag, you big butthole."

I reached out to squeeze Paul's forearm, and he smiled in appreciation. Feeling mischievous, I grinned at them. "So would you rather I wear this bikini, or my panties and tops?"

"Here in the pool, or just for hanging around, like watching TV with us and wrestling on the bed?" asked Paul.

"Either. Both…" I said, still grinning.

Rick gently elbowed me in the arm. "Before I could make an informed decision, I'd need to see you in those panties and tops. Also, what about Option C? Maybe sometimes you could go completely naked? I mean why not, since you're basically naked now anyway."

I smiled at Paul. "What about it, big boy? Would you all just freak if I started going totally naked? I know Rick would love it, but what about you, and could Mom and Dad handle that?"

"Dad? Probably. Yeah, no problem. Mom? I might not have thought so before, but now I think she'd be fine with it. She gave you her blessing to wear as little as you want around us, or even nothing at all.

"You wouldn't really do it, though, would you?"

"I don't know…maybe. I bet it sure would be fun. If going naked with you guys would make your dicks get nice and hard for me, especially when we wrestle on my bed or watch movies together, mmmm, I just might. I think that would be awesome. I'd love it if you all gave me your big, hard cocks every time you saw me.

"The main thing is I just wanted to see what you'd say, Paul. I know Perv Boy over here would love it if I ran around naked in front of him, but I wanted to see if you'd admit it too. Would you admit you want me naked, and would you admit you don't even care if Rick also sees me naked?"

I kicked the water, splashing him. Splashing me back, he gave me his most evil grin. "Okay, hot shot, you think you're so tough? You think I won't have the balls to admit anything to you, especially in front of Rick? Well, you can just blow me. Yeah, I admit it, I'd love it if you ran around naked in front of me. Who wouldn't? You're fucking gorgeous. You're totally perfect, just like Rick said. You want me to admit something else? Fine, no problem. I love it when your bikini gets wet and disappears, and I love seeing you in your see-through panties. You're hot as hell, and seeing you like that drives me insane. If it were up to me, you'd always be nude. If Rick or Dad or even the Man in the Moon also get to see you naked, good for them. All I care about is that I get to see you, too. How's that? Is there anything else you want me to admit?"

"See?" I said, grinning at Rick. "Not only does he want me naked, he says I can blow him. I told you he's no fag." I gave Paul the warmest smile, and rather than splash him again I raised my foot to caress his chest. I was totally spreading myself open for them, and their eyes feasted on my pink lips.

Dumbfounded, Rick was just staring at my pussy, until finally he turned to my smug little brother. "Dude, who are you, and what did you do with Paul?"

Giving his best friend a look of serious determination, Paul grinned, "You know what? Screw all those blonde bimbos and their fake tits. I'm done with that phony crap. Megan Fox rules, and I'm never going to ignore my sister again."

By then we were no longer in the mood to play Marco Polo, so we got out of the pool. As we toweled off together, I felt their eyes roaming over me. Knowing that Mom and maybe even Dad might also still be watching, I stood straight and tall, letting them all look at me.

"Enjoying the view?" I asked, trying to fake a confident smirk, which wasn't easy since my heart was racing like crazy.

"I don't know how it could possibly get any better," Rick said, nearly drooling.

Deciding I may as well go all in, I turned and began slowly walking away. Without stopping, I looked back over my shoulder. "Maybe like this? Isn't my ass what you said you like best about me?" Swinging my hips, I walked as sexily as I could before pausing to retrieve my sunglasses from the grass. Bending at the waist with my legs straight, I lingered in that position a beat or two longer than was absolutely necessary. While still bent over, I slid two fingers into my bikini, ostensibly to slip it out of my deep split. Tugging the sheer strip aside before repositioning it, I felt the sudden kiss of cool air on my exposed pussy.

I heard a low whistle from Rick.

'I could really learn to love this,' I thought with a smile.

Back in the house, Dad was in the den watching TV. While the boys made a beeline for Paul's bedroom, I went to Mom, who was in the kitchen. Hugging her from behind as she stood over the sink, I whispered, "I swear I didn't know. You were right, but I just didn't know."

She stopped what she was doing to cross her hands over mine atop her stomach; leaning her head back, she brought our faces cheek to cheek. "It's okay, sweetie. I know you didn't know, and you're not hurting anyone anyway. I meant what I told you yesterday. This is your home, so if you want to wear that tiny thing until it literally falls apart, go ahead. Enjoy it." Turning within my embrace, she cupped my face and kissed me. "You are the most wonderful daughter and sister anyone could ever hope for, and you don't need to change a thing. You're perfect, just the way you are."

Hugging me again, she whispered in my ear, "Just try not to break too many hearts, okay?"

"Mom, what you and Dad were trying to tell me yesterday, after Paul left the table…." I gave her a curious look.

"Yes, sweetie? What about it?"

"How did you know? I mean he never said a peep to me, so how did you know? Did he tell you something?"

"Yes, he did; a thousand times, in a thousand ways. Honey, your brother thinks you're the most beautiful girl in the world. And you know what?"

"What?" I whispered, wondering what she would drop on me next.

"He's right. You are the most beautiful girl in the world, inside and out, only now your outside is really distracting everyone. Sometimes even I catch myself looking at you, and I can't help but stare in amazement. I don't merely mean with the pride of a mother, either. I mean just as a person, admiring a beautiful woman...an exceptionally beautiful woman."

I sighed, then she blushed as she said, "Baby, I know this is not something a mother is ever supposed to ask her own daughter, but I have to ask anyway, okay?"

Again, I looked at her in wonder. "What is it? You know you can ask me anything."

"We'll see about that, after I ask you this one," she grinned.

"Go ahead. This is fun. It's like playing Truth or Dare with you. So, okay, I pick truth. Ask away."

Pausing, she gave me a thousand-watt smile. "Baby, do you have any idea how incredible your ass is?"

"Mom! Oh my god!" I exclaimed, shrieking with laughter. I couldn't stop laughing, and neither could she, then we fell into another hug.

"I'm serious! I get the feeling you're truly not aware that you have the most amazing ass any of us will ever see," she said, holding me tight.

"You know I got it from you," I purred, softly kissing her neck.

"Don't I wish!" she said, with a pretty laugh. "Mine was never quite that good. I would kill to have an ass like yours. I swear, your ass is so perfect that it almost makes a person forget how beautifully you've filled out everywhere else, too. Baby, you're pin-up girl material, top to bottom…especially that bottom!"

Giggling, she pinched my bare ass!

Laughing while swatting at her hand, I said, "Oh, please, who do you think you're kidding? You have an absolutely perfect bottom. Even Trish and Michelle say it looks just like mine." I pinched her ass, then we got into a full-on ass-pinching battle, laughing like crazy as we tried to fight off each other's attack. When we were done, and had gone back to hugging, I said, "Seriously, though, can I ask you something? What is it about my bottom? To me it's just like any other girl's, yet you're not the first person to say what you're saying about it."

Pulling back for a moment to bask in her warm, loving smile, I made a decision. "C'mere…" I grinned. Taking her by the hand, I tugged her along behind me up the stairs and into my bedroom.

I'd hidden my pink and blue toys inside a box, deep in my closet. She never went through my stuff, so I felt safe hiding them there.

"Look what the girls gave me…" I said, handing her my trophy. I'd originally planned to keep that hidden from her too, but suddenly it just seemed right to talk to her about it.

"Why, Mom? Why is everyone saying these things about my…you know.…"

"Your ass, dear. It even says so, right here on your trophy!" Beaming, she giggled, then started laughing again.

God, it was so nice to be with her that way. Hugging her again, I kissed her beautiful face over and over, and she couldn't stop laughing. She wasn't laughing at me, though; she was just happy because of my reaction, as I was over hers.

"Honey, you are a full-grown girl now. It's okay to say 'ass,' and even to think of it that way sometimes. Sweetie, believe me, you don't have a 'butt,' not anymore. You most definitely have an ass; a flawless, incredible, world-class ass."

I sat her on the bed, then I stood in profile in front of my mirror, where we could both see my ass. Studying my body, I ran my hand over my bottom and down my thighs. Sure, it all looked perfectly okay to me, but so what? I asked her, "Why, though? What's the big deal about my ass? People keep making such a huge fuss over it, and to me it's just my bottom; the same bottom I've always had. It's no different than yours, Michelle's or Lisa's. I mean, except that I'm a girl, so I have hips, it's no different than Paul's either, right? Seriously, I don't get it."

Sighing, she smiled. "You really don't, do you?"

"No, I don't. I mean, okay, I know I don't have a big, ugly butt. I exercise too much to be fat. Still, lots of girls my age don't have fat butts, and neither do you." I took her by the hand and made her stand in front of me, facing away. Turning us sidelong to the mirror so we could compare our bottoms, I ran my fingertips along her back, down her ass and over her thighs. She was wearing a sundress, not a bikini, but that didn't stop her from looking absolutely fantastic.

Her ass definitely looked fantastic, and it felt even better. "Wow! You don't wear panties!" I exclaimed. Totally jazzed at my discovery, I ran my hands more playfully over her smooth bottom, cupping and squeezing it. "Bad mommy!" I giggled.

She turned cherry red, and it felt like her whole body tensed up.

Reacting quickly, I said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. It just surprised me, is all. I promise, I don't think you're bad. Actually, I think it's one hundred percent awesome that you don't wear panties."

She slowly turned to face me. Sighing again, she put her hands on my shoulders. "Don't mind me. It's not your fault, honey. I just didn't know you were going to touch me like that. I'm fine, baby. Okay, now check this out…." She stepped closer, until our breasts were touching.

"Your boobs feel really nice," I said, and I truly meant it. Her boobs are simply spectacular. Even compared to my girlfriends, she has outrageously awesome breasts.

"Never mind that right now. Look…" she grinned, reaching around me to put her hands on the backs of my thighs. "Two things, sweetie. It starts off with two things that are just flawless with your body. The first one is this line, here...." She slowly trailed her fingernails over my hamstrings; up, down and across. She turned my body a little left, then a little right, showing me my thighs from different angles.

Touching me that way, she was giving me the tingles, and she smiled when she noticed my reaction.

"See how your lines curve so perfectly, without a single interruption? Your thighs have such a beautiful sweep. They're not too straight, and they're not too thick…just a graceful, wonderful arcing before they dip inward, right...here." Turning me to where I could see my bottom from behind, she traced her fingernails across the tops of my thighs, then into the triangular opening between my legs, directly below my pussy. "You have a perfect gap, baby. It really is perfect. Your thighs are formed so well there, it's like a work of art."

Fascinated, I watched her demonstration in the reflection of the mirror. "Don't all girls have that? I know some of the girls on my team have it."

"Yes, sweetie, many girls do, but few are blessed with what you have there…such a well-developed diamond shape. Many girls' thighs just go straight up, without your inward sweep at the top. It's the overall line, honey. It's the way everything is so perfect on you. See, you also have this…." She traced her fingertips across the bottom of my...well, the bottom of my bottom!

I shivered, and she gave my ass a gentle squeeze. When I let out a small moan, she flashed a beautiful smile. She squeezed again, longer and more firmly, before switching to sexy caresses. "You feel incredible, baby. Your bottom is like the most luscious fruit, covered in pure silk," she said, stroking a little lower. "Anyway, most girls have a crease here. They have a very definite line where their thigh joins their ass. You don't. You have no crease at all. Really, it's quite remarkable. Honey, your ass is like your breasts."

She untied my bikini top and tossed it on the bed. Grinning, she reached over to grab a pencil from my table.

"Watch, sweetie…." She held the pencil sideways beneath my left breast, then she slowly rolled it down my ribcage. Bringing it back up and over the lower swell, she teased the pouting curve, making me giggle. "Shhhh. Just watch…" she whispered. Pressing the pencil to the base of my breast, she smiled when it immediately fell to the carpet.

"Stay still. Don't move," she said, kneeling to retrieve the pencil. "Look…." She repeated her pencil trick, only this time she pressed it to the bottom of my ass. Again it fell immediately to the floor.

After giving each rounded cheek a sweet kiss, she stood and slipped off her shoulder straps. With a subtle shake of her slinky hips her sundress fell to the floor, and suddenly she was naked.

"God, you're beautiful," I gasped in wonder, and I wasn't just trying to be nice. She was a total hottie!




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 02



She started to say something, but I interrupted her. "I always knew you had an amazing body, but my god, you are just breathtaking. You have the most incredible body I've ever seen. Seriously, you have to let Paul, Rick and Donny see you naked. They will completely lose their minds."

Grinning, I caressed her bare, sexy hips.

"Oh, I think they've got more than enough on their plates already, what with you running around the house, but we'll see. Thank you, though, honey. That's really sweet of you." Taking an appraising glance in the mirror, she smiled. "I suppose I'm doing okay for a mom."

"C'mon, you're only thirty-seven, and you are not just doing okay 'for a mom.' You are so gorgeous, you could easily be one of our cheerleaders, and you'd be the hottest one. I'm not exaggerating, either. On top of being much prettier, you have a way better body than most of the girls on the team. Michelle, Trish and Lisa are the only ones who are even in your league."

Suddenly shivering beneath my hands, she stared into my eyes in the mirror. Finally pulling me to her for another big hug, she kissed the nape of my neck. "Thank you, baby. You are just so sweet to me. Still, I didn't get naked for you just to fish for compliments, no matter how much I do appreciate them. Okay, sweetie, watch...."

She did the pencil trick on herself.

Her breasts are much bigger than mine; easily full D-cups, compared to my large C's or small D's. The pencil below her breast stuck for a moment, then a beat longer, before falling to the floor.

She quickly knelt to retrieve it. Handing me the pencil, she stood and turned her back to the mirror. "See? Now do my ass."

"Mom!" I guffawed, laughing in shock.

"Oh, hush. You know what I mean," she said, laughing too. Wiggling her hips, she cooed in an intentionally slutty voice, "C'mon, baby, do my ass…." She stood straight and tall, and I couldn't help but run my hands up her thighs, onto her luscious ass. Kneeling to look between her legs, I noticed she was shaved like me. She was also temptingly wet, with full, gorgeous lips. I smiled and gave her beautiful bottom a kiss, right next to her pussy.

"Mmmmmm," she breathed, so I kissed her again and again, squeezing her ass with both hands while pressing my lips to her soft skin, and her hips went into a sensual little rolling motion. "Use the pencil, baby. As wonderful as your kisses feel, do my ass with the pencil, not your gorgeous lips," she said, turning to give me a warm smile.

'You are the most beautiful woman ever,' I thought, shifting my gaze from her glistening pussy to her shining eyes. Still smiling, I rolled the pencil back and forth over her ass before trailing it down her thigh.

"Quit playing! You're making me horny!" she laughed.

"Okay, okay! So pushy…" I grinned, tickling her sexy curves.

Giggling, she swished her bottom for me.

After kissing her again, I trailed my tongue up her thigh, into her wide split. "I'm not sure what your point is with this pencil thing, but every inch of you looks absolutely perfect to me," I smiled, giving her innermost contours a couple of teasing nips.

"The pencil, sweetie…the pencil. And no funny stuff with it, either," she said, flashing an adorable smile. She looked twenty years old. Oh, was she pretty.

I slid the pencil beneath her ass, where her smooth curve joined her thigh, then I released it. The pencil immediately fell to the floor.

"Do it again, and don't cheat," she giggled, playfully wiggling her ass.

"I didn't cheat. It just wouldn't stay."

"Do it again."

Grinning in anticipation, I pressed the pencil firmly to her soft flesh before letting go. It stuck for a second, then it peeled away and fell to the floor. Holding her thighs with both hands, my face nuzzling her ass, I smiled happily. "The only reason it stayed at all was the moisture of your skin sort of made it stick a little. Honest. You don't have even a hint of a crease there to grab it, and the only reason the pencil hung for a second before falling from your breasts is they're just so big. No one with real breasts the size of yours would ever do any better."

Still holding her in place, I kissed the beginning slope of her ass. Thrilled that she wasn't trying to stop me, I rained kisses all over her beautiful bottom. She moved her hips in small, sexy undulations, drawing my lips into contact with her gorgeous pussy. Gently kissing her moist flower, I said, "You're perfect." She moaned a little, trembling in my hands as I gave her soft, pouting lips a dozen tender licks and kisses. I loved her sweet taste, and her breathy moans had me on cloud nine.

"These too…they're just as perfect," I said, standing to kiss her breasts. She let me cup and kiss them, and I was overjoyed to be the one to prove to her that she could pass her own tests.

She seemed a bit embarrassed, but I think it was the good kind of embarrassment. "Okay, maybe your mom still has it," she giggled, holding my face to her breast as I nibbled on her erect nipple.

"You definitely still have it," I said, playfully slapping her bare bottom.

With another cute giggle she jumped, grinning, "Baby, it's not just the pencil test. Many girls your age can pass the pencil test. Most can't, but yes, some smaller-breasted girls can, and so can girls with barely any ass at all. You're not small-breasted, sweetie, and you definitely have a woman's full, sexy ass." She ran her hands down my bottom. "That's the other thing about you. Look…." Firmly pressing her hands into the backs of my thighs, she slowly moved them over my ass.

I watched in the mirror as she demonstrated her next test.

"Now do that to me. Press really hard," she said, so I did.

Okay, I saw what she was getting at there, but it was barely noticeable.

"See, sweetie? I admit it, I'm in pretty good shape. I don't have any visible cottage cheese, and while my lines aren't as tautly defined as yours are, they're still smooth, with no interruptions. Look what happens, though, when we press really hard into each other's thighs and ass. There's no hiding it. Your thighs and ass simply resist, firmly. They spread out, but that's it. My thighs and ass look super smooth too, at least until you really press into them, then they soften and pucker just that little bit. Baby, you have amazing skin texture, and you're perfectly toned. You're not overly hard and ripped. Somehow, even with such a soft, lush, curvy ass, you still manage to be lithe and supple. It's truly remarkable, honey, and incredibly sexy. Your ass is literally mouthwatering, especially with this golden tan that outlines your gorgeous divide."

Turning me away from the mirror, she said, "Look at that…." Using her hands to describe my shape, she was showing me the tapering of my waist and the gentle flaring of my hips. "Perfect symmetry…" she smiled, painting caresses along the outside of my ass and down my thighs, then back over my cheeks.

"You even have an incredibly deep and beautiful cleft," she whispered, trailing her fingertips into my exposed crack above my bikini bottoms. "You just have it all, baby. Everything that could possibly make for a prettier, sexier ass, a more perfect ass, you have it."

She continued whispering as she studied me in the mirror. "Along with some of those sheer tops and panties you love to wear, this bikini looks absolutely amazing on you. We can always see the top of your ass, and you may as well be naked once you get it wet. I can't imagine why you would even bother to wear it in the pool anymore, unless you simply enjoy the tease factor. Otherwise, you should just swim in the nude."

Giving her another happy smile, I slipped off my panties. "I know. I just discovered how see-through it really is," I said, turning to look again in the mirror. Spreading my ass, I ran my fingertips through the deep split, and her hands joined mine in exploring every inch of my naked bottom.

"I know, baby. I was watching the entire time. I know you didn't realize until today how sexy you've become in that bikini," she said, pressing her lips to my neck as she squeezed and fondled my bare ass.

"You really wouldn't mind if I started swimming in the nude? God, that sounds awesome."

Caressing my hips, she smiled. "I wouldn't mind at all. If that's what you want to do, then go for it. You'll love the feeling."

"What if I'm with the boys, or Dad?"

"Baby, of course I'm not just talking about when you're alone. I'm saying you can do it with the boys too, including your father. Sweetie, I won't mind. Whether you guys are fooling around in the pool, watching movies in the den or hanging out together in your bedrooms, you can be as naked as you please, and I'll have no problem with it. In fact, I think it would be really fun for you. Honey, I want you to enjoy your beautiful body.''

Leaning down to give my ass a playful bite, she came back up flashing a bright smile. "If you do start running around here naked, though, don't be surprised by all the hard cocks you'll be seeing."

"I think I would come to enjoy that!" I laughed.

"I'm sure you will," she said, with a knowing grin.

"Could you blame me?" I giggled.

"No, sweetie, of course not. You are your mother's daughter, after all."

Still grinning, she gave me another big hug.

"Okay, speaking of being my mother, not to mention getting to see all sorts of hard cocks, I just thought of something. As beautiful and sexy as you are, why haven't you been wearing whatever you want around the house? All we ever talk about is what I'm free to do, but what about you?"

"I know, baby, and you're right. I used to do it all the time, remember? Believe me, I miss those days of wearing next to nothing around the house, the way you always do. Now that the boys are all grown up, I'd love to start doing it again.''

Pausing, her grin grew mischievous. ''That is, as long as you don't mind seeing your mother running around naked in a house full of hard cocks."

"Mind? Are you kidding me? Like I said, you have to let Paul and his friends see you like this! As awesome as you look naked, they'll have nonstop hard-ons for sure, and I'll absolutely love it."

"Thank you, baby. Let me finish though, okay? This is very difficult for me to say to you."

Smiling nervously, I nodded.

"Sweetie, I've been noticing your tiny panties and barely-there bikini for a long time now. I've watched them slip further and further down your ass, exposing more and more of you even as they keep becoming more see-through. So has your father, and you can just imagine how crazy it makes him. 'Dad' or not, he's still a man, and you're just incredibly beautiful. I've noticed how much you've been showing, and do you know why I haven't insisted that you start wearing less revealing things around the house, at least in front of your father and the boys?"

Waiting, I followed her hands in the mirror. We were each painting slow, meandering circles all over my ass. I was slipping my fingertips into my deep split while she teasingly traced along the lowermost curves, coming agonizingly close to my wet pussy.

With a sweet blush coloring her glowing cheeks, she offered me a shy smile. "I didn't want to, baby, that's why. It's as simple as that. Angel, you're too pretty to cover up. The way you move, the way you're so carefree and innocent, it'd be a shame to make you become self-conscious just because you drive us all crazy. Also, if I'm being completely honest, I love seeing your beautiful body. Watching you dance through the living room in your tiny bikini fills my heart with joy, and I never want to lose that feeling. I mean, so what if Rick is totally erect every second he's here? It's good for him."

Trying not to giggle, she gave my bare cheeks a firm two-hand squeeze.

"Mom! Rick is not totally erect every second he's here! God!" I said, laughing while swatting at those greedy little mitts of hers just freely helping themselves to my poor, vulnerable bottom. Crazily forgetting that we were both stark naked, I playfully smacked her breast. Going all bug-eyed, she laughed and smacked me right back, nailing me with a solid whack on the ass.

We were both laughing, and she was gently rubbing where she'd spanked me. "Okay, maybe not every second, but don't tell me you didn't notice his huge erection today. For that matter, I'm sure you saw Paul's, too. When you rolled onto your back and showed them your gorgeous pussy, you had to have seen how hard you'd made them. C'mon, I could see the tents in their shorts all the way from the kitchen," she grinned.

"Well, maybe a little. I saw that Rick had one," I admitted, smiling happily.

"Sweetie, I promise you, that was not the first erection you've ever given Rick or Paul. Honey, you've done it to every man in this house a million times, and again that includes your father. In my ever-so-suave husband's case, it's usually while he and I are on the couch watching movies with you and Paul. He tries to act like I'm the one who's causing it, but he isn't fooling anybody. I see him glancing down at you in your sexy panties, and he's already hard when I reach into his lap. Baby, you do it to all of us."

"Does that ever bother you? If it does, I won't do it anymore," I said, hugging her.

She just smiled. "Does it bother you that you have that effect on him?"

I thought about it for a moment. "No, not at all, just as long as you don't mind. If I knew it was upsetting you, then yes, it would bother me. For myself, I've never even noticed it before."

"And now that you know?"

"Still the same. It doesn't bother me, not unless it bothers you. As far as I'm concerned, I love the idea that Dad, Paul and the boys get hard simply from looking at me. I just need to see it! I want to check out all these hard cocks you say I keep missing!" I said, laughing.

"Well, baby, then there's your answer. If you're not bothered by it, I have no problem whatsoever with your father getting hard from looking at you. Since you say you really enjoy the idea, go ahead, indulge yourself. Be as sexy as you want with him."

Pausing, she gave me a wry grin. "Believe me, I definitely won't mind. Every time you turn him on, I get the benefit of it."

"You mean..." I said, giggling.

She was beaming again. "Yes, honey. We don't always go to sleep just because we tell you it's time for us to go to bed. Sweetie, your ass is like instant Viagra."

"Oh god," I said, blushing into her shoulder. 

She laughed, "Baby, I shouldn't be putting you up to this, but seriously, just you watch! The next time you're lying on the floor in some hot little panties or your bikini during Movie Night, take a peek at your father whenever he gets up, and especially when we head off to bed."

"You mean, check out his…."

Grinning, I didn't finish the sentence, and she rolled her eyes before returning my grin. "Yes, honey, that's exactly what I mean. When he gets up from the couch, turn around and check out his bulging cock. I want you to see it, sweetie. After staring at your ass all night, he's usually as hard as a rock, and baby, your father is extremely well-endowed. Even in his pajamas or slacks, there is no way you'll miss it. I can only imagine how big and hard he and the boys would be if you were to do Movie Night without any panties on. It'd just be Erection City!

"God, you really have no idea how many hard-ons you cause around this house, do you? Well, I sure do. I've watched you make Paul's enormous dick get hard more times than I can count. Seriously, as if I'm not going to notice when my baby boy has a huge erection, and he's staring at my baby girl's perfect ass. C'mon, I may have been born at night, but it wasn't last night!"

She laughed so hard, her breasts were shaking against me.

"Now you're just making fun of me!" I whined, giggling at her laughter. She kept laughing, and I kept pouting, then she actually stuck her lower lip out. She was making a boo-boo face at me!

"Grrrrr!" Growling playfully, I bit her breast.

"Ooooh!" she exclaimed. "You did not just bite my boob!"

"Oh yeah? Want me to do it again? Keep teasing me, and see what happens."

Grinning, she stared at me, measuring my resolve. We were both still panting from all the laughing we'd been doing. Watching her face, waiting for the slightest provocation, I was poised to pounce on that perfect breast.

Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, her teasing lower lip began to sneak forward. Her eyes were shining with mirth.

"Don't do it…" I growled. Lowering my head, I brought my mouth menacingly close to her breast. I hovered my hands over her ass, readying them to latch on and secure her into position.

"Boner causer!" she whispered gleefully.

CHOMP!!

"AYYYEEEIIII!!"

Like a pit bull attacking a car tire, I'd clamped down on her left areola. Squeezing her ass with both hands, I flung us onto the bed and simply mauled her glorious boobs. She was laughing hysterically, which made me remember my cake party. "Motor boat! Motor boat!" I shouted, pulling my hands out from beneath her ass to cup her breasts. I buried my face in her giggling cleavage, making a huge 'thhhhhhppppthhhhhhhh' sound against her chest.

Okay, so it was more of a raspberry than a motor boat sound, but that's what I did. Regardless, I had my head buried in her breasts, squeezing them around my face while tugging on her nipples. Making it even better, she was thrashing and wailing beneath me, with frantic tears streaming down her cheeks. I'd never seen her laugh so hard or buck so wildly in my whole life.

It was awesome!

I finally lifted my head, though I didn't stop tugging on her nipples. They'd become just as big as mine were when I was showing them to Rick and Paul in the pool. 

"Gonna stop teasing me? I know a whole bunch of other fun tricks," I said, giving her a comically sinister look. While still tugging on her nipples, I started to slide down her chest, over her stomach; slowly, inexorably...down.

We both knew where I was headed.

"Okay, okay! Uncle! I give up!" she cried, laughing as she wrapped her arms around me. She pulled me back up to her face and hugged me against her chest, breasts to breasts.

I rubbed noses with her and giggled, "I still don't think my ass is any better than yours."

"Silly girl," she grinned, staring into my eyes. 

That singular moment - the two of us alone in my bedroom, hugging and simply breathing together - god, it was the nicest feeling I'd ever experienced.

"I love you so much," I whispered, nuzzling her neck. 

She caressed my face and smiled. "I love you even more."

Basking in the sensations of her warm breath brushing my hair and her soft hands stroking my back, I lay in total bliss between her spread legs. Our pussies were touching, and so were our breasts. I moved down a bit, grinning when her tiny patch of fur tickled my tummy, then I slid back up her body, making our pussies kiss. Tilting her hips for me, she let out a small, sexy moan as we gently rubbed our wet lips together.

"Thank you," I purred in her ear.

"For what, baby?" she whispered.

I gave her earlobe a tender nip. "Thank you for making me feel so good…for being so beautiful…for letting us be together this way. This is wonderful.''

"Mmmm, it really is," she breathed. Taking my hand, she placed it between her breasts, making me feel her rapid beat. "Darling, this is what I meant earlier. Just try not to break too many hearts, okay?"

"You too," I whispered, kissing her on the lips. She had the softest, sweetest lips I'd ever tasted. She hungrily returned my kiss, so I did it again, giving her my tongue. Moaning, she offered me hers, and before long our naked bodies were writhing together as we made love with our mouths.

When we finally came up for air, her face glowed with happiness. She was absolutely radiant, and I stared in wonder.




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 02



Caressing my cheek with the back of her hand, she gave me a warm smile. "What is it, baby?"

I hugged her again, and wouldn't let go. "It's you. Just…you. I love you so much, I want to scream. Everything you do is perfect. You have the softest lips, and the voice of an angel. Your touch is like heaven. God, I bet Dad must love you to death. You are the most wonderful, beautiful woman in the whole world."

"Oh, honey," she whispered, her joyous eyes glistening. My god, she had the most heartbreakingly pretty smile. Pressing her face to my neck, she quietly trembled beneath me, and my heart burst into a thousand pieces.

My beautiful mother was crying.

~ ~ ~

It was early in the evening, and I was feeling mischievous.

Mom and I had spent the better part of the afternoon asleep in each other's arms. Giving me one last sweet kiss on the lips before slipping from my bed, she picked up her sundress and strutted off naked and giggling to her bedroom.

As far as I knew, the boys were still in Paul's room, though I was thinking maybe they'd already gone out for the night. I'd come downstairs in my bikini to get a glass of ice water from the fridge, and I noticed that Dad was stretched out reading on the couch while having a cup of coffee and some toast. When I saw him all by his lonesome, I went over and plopped myself down beside him, intentionally jostling his book.

Sitting up a little, he fixed me with an accusing grin. "Still feeling a bit impish, are we? I must say, that was quite a performance you put on out there today. With the way you and Paul were talking while constantly glancing back towards your mother and me, then your antics with Rick at the other end of the pool, it almost seemed as if you were somehow privy to our conversation. Have you now added 'mind reader' to all your other sterling qualities?"

Looking through my glass of water, I gave him a coy smile. "What do you think?"

"I think you had a spy working for you," he said, smugly returning my smile. "My guess is that he spilled the beans on us, and you decided to rub your mother's nose in it. Am I at least in the ballpark?"

"More like a direct bull's-eye," I grinned. "How did you know? Did Paul tell you?"

Setting his book down, he gave me a gentle smile. "No, kitten, he didn't need to. It was really quite simple to figure out. See, your brother is a bit of a heavy breather, and he had to pass us to go back outside. I take it he overheard us talking and stopped behind the corner to listen. Then he just had to rush out and tell you all the juicy details."

"You know, for a professor you're pretty smart," I said, clapping politely.

He bopped me on the head with a throw pillow. "Sweetie, seriously, take it easy on your mother. Don't go out of your way to make her crazy, that's all I ask."

"I wasn't before, and she thought I was anyway, so what difference does it make? Besides, she doesn't mind. She said so herself, remember?"

Grinning, I threw the pillow back at him. He caught it and immediately put it over his lap.

That's when I noticed Mom standing naked at the top of the stairs, watching us. She saw me sneak a peek at her, and she silently giggled. I tried not to giggle too, but Dad caught me.

"And just what is so funny, Miss Silly Giggles?"

"Oh, nothing. Don't you think Mom is totally gorgeous? Well, okay, I know you do, but I'm talking the most-perfect-woman-who-ever-lived type of gorgeous."

Swear to god, he looked at me like a pterodactyl had suddenly just perched on my shoulder.

I smiled, pressing the issue.

"Why on earth would you ask a question like that, and why would it make you giggle? What's going on inside that duplicitous little head of yours?"

"Nothing much. I just think she's so beautiful, and the best mom ever. I sure hope I grow up to be like her," I said, subtly glancing her way.

Blowing me a kiss, she snuck back to her bedroom with a happy smile.

"Sweetie, that's a wonderful thing to say. You should say it to your mother, though. I'm sure she'd love to hear it from you. Any mother would take that as the highest compliment her daughter could ever pay her."

"It still wouldn't be enough. No compliment I could pay her would ever be enough, and the same goes for how much I love you. I wouldn't even know the words to express just how wonderful you are to me." Grabbing the pillow he was holding in his lap, I tossed it aside and climbed aboard to give him a full-body hug, just like the one I'd given Mom on my bed. Kissing his neck and jawline, I whispered, "I love you, Daddy. Always know that. You two are the greatest parents any girl ever had."

"So I take it you're no longer mad at your mother for accusing you of being an evil, wicked tease?" he grinned, wrapping his arms around me.

"I was never mad at her. I just didn't understand. Still, thank you for defending me," I said, kissing him on the lips. "Mmmm, you taste like strawberry jam. I like kissing you," I whispered. After lingering a moment to nibble on his bottom lip, I sat up and straddled him.

"You never needed defending," he said, smiling up at me as I towered over him. "Your mother wasn't accusing you of anything. She was merely wondering out loud. Sweetie, you do that to all of us, you know."

I flopped back down on top of him, resting my chin on his chest. When I plucked a hair that had strayed outside his shirt, he playfully yelped. Grinning, I asked, "So what do you wonder about me?"

Right away, his expression turned sad. "I wonder how I'll ever manage without you, once you go away to college. Even though that will be one of the happiest days of my life, it will also be one of the most heartbreaking. Honey, a lot of parents can't wait to become empty-nesters, meaning the kids are finally grown and gone so they have the house to themselves again. While your mother and I will enjoy reconnecting, we're not looking forward to seeing you go. First off, it's not as if we lack privacy just because you kids are here. You don't cramp our style at all."

"Cramp your style? Dad, nobody talks like that anymore! I swear, you're such an old hippie!"

He laughed, "Fine, you young whippersnapper! Having you here, it's not like you cock-block us, okay?"

"Oh my god! Tell me the words 'cock-block' did not just come out of my father the professor's mouth!" I shouted, completely cracking up. As I was pounding on his chest, laughing my ass off, he began pummeling me with pillows. I couldn't stop laughing, and he added a tickle attack to his pillow assault. While trying to defend myself, I began tickling him right back.

Pretty soon we fell off the couch, landing on the floor with a thump. He was on top of me, tickling me again. "Gotcha now! Cock-block! Cock-block! Cock-block!" he crowed, and I screamed with laughter.

I guess we were being too loud because suddenly Paul, Rick and Mom were gathered at the top of the stairs, laughing and cheering us on.

"Paul, Dad called us COCK BLOCKERS!" I yelled, laughing and squirming beneath him.

"I most certainly did not! Get your story straight, young lady! I said you don't cock-block us!" he grinned, sitting up.

"Veeeeery mature lingo there, dear. So professorial…so fatherly," Mom said, laughing as she descended the stairs. Strolling into the living room, she playfully kicked Dad in the butt. "Move it, frat boy."

Dad scooted over to give her room to get by. She curled up on the couch, then Paul and Rick came down to join us.

"Wow, honey, did I miss a memo? Is today Casual Friday, or what?" asked Dad, grinning like a fiend when he noticed what Mom was wearing.

Or, more to the point, what she wasn't wearing.

"Are you complaining? I could always go back upstairs and change," she said, her sexy smile telling him that he'd better just sit back and enjoy it, if he knew what was good for him.

He gave her a huge grin. "No, no, please, not on my account! As far as I'm concerned, you can have Mind-Blowing Mondays and Wild Wednesdays too. What the hell, just go ahead and consider it Sexy Wear 2007, how's that?"

"Wow, Mom. You look...wow…" Paul said, demonstrating his usual verbal brilliance.

"Umm, thanks, honey…I think," she replied, giggling over his sudden inability to form even a single coherent sentence.

I beamed at her. "See how amazing you are? That's what started this whole thing. I asked Dad a simple question, 'Don't you think Mom is incredibly beautiful?' And here you are, looking absolutely gorgeous. You should always dress like that."

She gave us a sassy grin. "Maybe I will. Up until the boys became teenagers this is how I normally used to dress around the house, and maybe I never should've stopped. Anyway, how did my dear hubby answer your little question, hmmm?"

Dad threw up his hands. "Hey, no fair! I never got a chance to answer her. She was already attacking me, plucking chest hairs and being a real imp. Then she starts giggling like a little devil, and the next thing I know it's Wrestlemania!"

I smiled at Mom. "He's so full of it. I was being perfectly sweet and innocent, then he just started throwing out all these 'hip' terms, and suddenly I was being attacked by Austin Powers! He was all, 'Groovy, baby!' C'mon, what woman could ever resist that?"

Dad stared at me in horror, and I stuck my tongue out at him. He looked over at Paul and Rick, who each handed him a pillow. 

"Get her, Mister S," Rick said.

Mom grinned at me. "Sweetie, I don't think we believe you." Then she turned to Dad. "You heard the man. Get her."

When Dad began raining down pillow blows all over me, I squealed and tried to twist away. I was flailing my arms and kicking my legs, attempting to block him while bucking him off me. Mom and Paul joined in, beating me with their own pillows, and Rick was cheering them all on.

"OKAY, OKAY! MAYBE I FIBBED A LITTLE!" I shouted, and finally the pounding ceased.

Once Mom and the boys had returned to the couch, I quickly flashed my eyes at her while gesturing with my head. Peeking down, she saw her completely exposed breast. Giggling, she made an exaggerated "Oh my!" face, then she casually tucked herself away before anyone else saw it.

Well, maybe not. I'm pretty sure that Rick caught a good shot of it.

Grinning, she made the same gesture to me. I looked down and saw that my breasts had escaped my tiny bikini top, then I noticed Dad staring at them as he sat straddling my hips.

"Boys, could you go fix us all some sodas and snacks, please," Mom said, quickly taking control of the situation.

Laughing like baboons, Paul and Rick took off for the kitchen. Once they were gone, Mom threw a pillow to us. "Here, baby. I think you'll be needing this when the boys come back."

Watching in amusement as I made an awkward effort to cover my boobs with the pillow, she laughed, "Not you, silly! Him! He needs it way more than you do!"

I didn't understand. Handing Dad the pillow, I gave her a questioning look, and she made a wide-eyed smiley-face gesture. I followed her pointed gaze to...Dad's huge erection tenting his pants! Oh my god, she was right! I'd caused Dad to get a hard-on!

"Sweetie, you can simply pull your bikini top back in place, or just go ahead and take it off. It doesn't really matter now. Your adorable father, however, finds himself in a bit of a pickle. As you can clearly see…a very big pickle. That thing isn't going away anytime soon, so all he can do is try to hide it."

He gave her a sheepish smirk, and she made kissy lips at him.

Returning his gaze to my naked breasts, Dad smiled and said, "Sorry to tickle and run, sweetie, but I think I better get going while the going's still good."

After giving my tummy one last teasing tickle, he took off up the stairs, heading for safety.

"Coward! Stay and take your medicine!" Mom yelled after him while throwing a pillow at his butt, which made us all laugh.

"Discretion is the better part of valor, dear, and discretion just isn't possible right now if I stay down there, not with you two looking like that," he grinned, from the top of the stairs.

"Wimp!" she giggled.

"Cock blocker!" I added, pointing accusingly.

"Damn skippy!" he replied, heading for his bedroom.

Mom turned to me with a look of merriment in her bright, shining eyes. "Did you just call my husband a cock blocker?" Giggling again, she crossed her legs.

What could I say? I decided to opt for the direct approach. "He is. You saw what he did. He took it away from me, so that makes him a cock blocker."

She patted the spot next to her on the couch. "C'mere."

I joined her on the couch, and she looked into the kitchen. After confirming that the boys were still busy, she reached over and caressed my bare breast. "So do you believe me now?" she smiled, speaking quietly. "You saw how huge his erection was, and you know you're the reason he became so big and hard, right?"

I gave her a little grin. "Uh-huh, I saw it, but not until you pointed it out to me. I wasn't even looking before then."

She sighed in exasperation. "Sweetie, are you always this oblivious? How do you not see these things? How do you not feel these things? You had to feel it pressing against you. I could see it from up here on the couch, pushing into your bare tummy. Baby, he got that way when your beautiful breasts slipped out of your bikini top. God, he became erect so quickly that I half expected him to whip it out and titty-fu—…umm, I mean I just can't imagine how you haven't noticed all our boys getting hard-ons because of you, and I'm talking literally dozens of times. Before today in the pool with Rick, you've never noticed any of them getting hard? Not once?"

I debated whether to tell her about the wrestling match on my bed with Paul. I was thinking, 'Should I keep that a secret since she might get worried, or should I trust her enough to confide in her?'

Too easy. Of course I had to tell her. "Yes, once," I said. "Last night I saw and felt Paul's hard-on, when we were wrestling. God, he got really big. You saw it, too."

"I couldn't exactly miss it, could I? As I stood there admiring it, I found myself wondering whether he'd gotten that excited simply from spanking you, or had something more been going on?"

Her sly grin made it obvious that she knew.

I couldn't help but smile. "There was more going on. We were wrestling, and he became totally hard. At first, I didn't feel it. I finally saw it when we sat up together, and later I felt it with my hand. Wanting to see it and touch it, I even took it out of his boxers. I also felt it pressing against me…you know, against my panties. Just like Dad, he initially tried to hide it with a pillow."

She giggled, "Yes, you'll find that most men are quite adept at the old 'cover the boner with a pillow' trick. Your father has it down to an art form, and Paul is becoming pretty slick with it too. Rick and Donny are way more obvious. Those two always seem to have raging hard-ons, especially when either of us wears a bikini in the house. As soon as they catch me looking, they simply grab the nearest pillow. They aren't the least bit subtle about it. In a pinch, guys will use anything that's handy. They'll try to hide it by raising their leg, or sometimes they just hunch themselves over. I think it's so cute.

"Anyway, tell me about this 'I felt it pressing against my panties' stuff."

She fingered the string tie to my bikini bottoms, and we exchanged knowing grins.

"I was sitting on him, and he was really hard. I could totally feel it. Last night was the first time I'd ever felt him when he was hard. At first it was just pressing against my ass, then it was rubbing directly against my pussy. I always had my panties on, but I could still feel every inch of it, especially after I took it out. Pushing between my legs, it felt so good, and I was dripping wet. Then we heard you coming up the stairs, and we instantly panicked. As quickly as we could, we scrambled to pull ourselves together."

Pausing for a moment, she gave me the sweetest, most loving smile. "I'm sorry I interrupted, baby. I didn't mean to, I promise. Had I known, I would have stayed downstairs.'' Looking deep into my eyes, she caressed my face. ''How far do you think you two would've gone?"

"I don't know. It wasn't like we planned it. I mean it just sort of happened, completely out of nowhere," I said, shrugging.

"You didn't care that it was your brother? What you and I did in your bedroom today…you don't mind, even though I'm your mother? Baby, I know you and your girlfriends enjoy playing sexy games with each other, but weren't you concerned that this time it was with me? You made me cum. Angel, you made your own mother cum."

After staring into each other's eyes for what seemed like forever, I finally said, "I was nearly bursting with happiness to have made you cum, and you were amazing. I know it's supposed to be wrong, but honestly, no, it never crossed my mind. It didn't feel wrong to me. All I was thinking was that I love you more than anything, and you're so beautiful. I don't mind it at all that you're my mother. I think that makes it even more beautiful. With Paul, I guess I feel the same way. I know it should bother me, but it just doesn't. Is that wrong?"

"No, baby, it's not wrong. It's beautiful, and you're absolutely wonderful."

"Does it bother you, what we did?"

"'We,' meaning you and Paul, or you and I?"

"Both."

She looked at me with even softer eyes. Still caressing my face, she said, "No, honey, it doesn't. I know your heart is in the right place. I know Paul's is, too, and I know that I love you more than anything in this whole world."

After sitting quietly together for a few long moments, just holding each other's hand, she broke into a wide grin. "Was last night with Paul seriously the first time you ever noticed any of our boys getting hard because of you?" She pulled me closer; when I snuggled into her, she kissed the top of my head. "Tell me. It's okay."

I put my hand on her thigh, and it was all just so remarkable to me. Right there in our living room, even knowing that the boys would soon return, she was caressing my bare nipples, and her thighs were completely uncovered.

She was wearing a blood red kimono, and it was very short. Barely reaching the tops of her thighs as she'd descended the stairs, the silken hem had climbed to the beginning curves of her ass the moment she'd taken a seat on the couch. The robe was parted over her thighs, revealing warm, smooth skin all the way up to her pussy, which I couldn't see because of the way she had her legs crossed. Her awesome boobs were only partially covered, easily becoming exposed whenever she moved around at all. I was sure she was completely naked beneath her tiny kimono.

I found myself wanting to pull aside her robe and take her breast into my mouth. Needing only the slightest bit of encouragement, I was dying to go down on her. God, I wanted to taste her beautiful pussy again.

Tracing fingertip circles on her bare thigh, I said, "Yes, last night was the first time. This morning in the pool with Rick was the second time, or the first time with Rick, and just now was the first time I ever noticed it with Dad. Paul and I were wrestling on my bed when suddenly it just happened. He said he saw my ass in the mirror as we were hugging, and that got him going. Once he felt it with his hands, which was while we were wrestling, that really did it. He got totally hard. He tried to hide it, but I made him move his pillow, and he let me see. He's really big, like Dad."

"Yes, he is. So was that your first one?" she asked, caressing my hair.

Looking up, I noticed her robe had gapped. Her breast was completely exposed again.

She caught me looking and smiled, "You really like my breasts, don't you?"

"I love them. You know I do. They are just so beautiful…the prettiest breasts I've ever seen." With no hesitation, I leaned in to cup them and take one into my mouth. Moaning around her nipple, I devoured her gorgeous areola.




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 02



She continued stroking my hair, almost in a thoughtful way, before finally whispering, "Not here, baby. The boys will be back any moment now."

"So?" I asked, kissing her nipple, which responded by hardening in my mouth. As I hungrily sucked her amazing tits, I couldn't help but marvel over how incredible they looked.

Laughing gently, she went back to caressing my face. "In front of the boys? Baby, you'll need to let me work up to that, okay?"

Reluctantly pulling away from her wet tip, I snuggled more tightly against her. "'K," I grinned. "It's your fault, you know, for being so beautiful. Anyway, no, Paul's wasn't my first. I've held one other, but it wasn't nearly as big. I'm not even sure I could get Dad's or Paul's all the way inside my mouth."

"This other one you saw, you took it into your mouth?"

"Uh-huh. I loved sucking it. I did it for hecka long, too. It was fun, and it felt awesome to make him so happy. I totally loved it when he shot his cum in my mouth. That was my favorite part. I've only done it once, but I really liked it. He wasn't very big, I don't think, so it was easy."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, baby. You're right, boys are a lot of fun," she smiled, running her hand down my arm and over my back. Letting it come to rest at the top of my ass, she explored my exposed crack, lightly trailing her fingertips inside. She was teasing me, and I was loving it.

Stroking her thigh, I pulled it down off her other leg. Finally…there it was. I could see her pussy, and I skritched my fingertips through her small patch of soft black hair. She shifted, pressing her back into the corner of the couch. I tried to skootch my body between her legs, but she kept me on the outside of her right hip. "Sweetie, we can't, not right now. Be patient."

I kissed her thigh and brushed it with my cheek while making little whimpering puppy sounds. Peering up, I shot her a pouty-face look, and she laughed, "Fine, but only for a tiny bit, and the boys better not catch us!"

Nodding eagerly, I gave her a big, silly grin, which made her laugh again. I nudged her knees apart, and she caressed my hair as I kissed my way up the tempting warm flesh of her inner thigh. "Oh, god…" she moaned, closing her eyes and spreading her legs when I kissed her pussy. I untied her robe, pulling it open. Cupping her breast while sliding two fingers past her flowering lips and into her luscious honey pot, I lowered my mouth to her glistening wet slit and began kissing and licking everywhere. Slowly fucking her, I noticed her ass lifting from the couch, urging me to take her breathtaking sex. Using two hands to hold my face firmly to her pussy, she just writhed on my tongue; feeling it penetrating deep inside her, licking and stroking her soft, silky walls, she threw her head back and moaned, ''Mmmm…so good…fuck me, baby.''

Releasing her breast, I used both hands on her thighs to spread her all the way open. When I trailed my tongue from her pulsing clit down to her cute little pucker, she screamed into a pillow. Seeing her wild reaction, I stiffened my tongue and pressed inside; she let loose with a long shriek into the pillow, which made me indescribably happy.

As I licked her gorgeous asshole, she pushed back hard against my face, dislodging my mouth and making me giggle. I moved to her pussy, sliding my tongue inside while pressing a single finger into her ass. Her whole body began to tremble, and with a muffled shriek she came in my mouth.

I was ecstatically lapping away at her flowing pussy when she tossed the pillow and moaned, "'Nuff, baby…'nuff." Pulling me up by my shoulders into a tight hug, she shook in my arms. "Baby…baby…baby…" she whispered, kissing my neck, cheek and ear before turning my face to kiss me on the lips. "God, Dawn," she said, holding my face while staring into my eyes.

I was so happy, I started to cry. Seeing what she'd done to me, she kissed me again and hugged me like crazy. "I love you, angel," she whispered. Patting the spot beside her on the couch, she said, "Quick, before they come back.''

Returning to her side, I buried my face in the nape of her neck, nuzzling into her. ''Mmmm,'' I purred.

Smiling, she reached up to stroke my hair. "Did your sexy girlfriends teach you all those things?"

Grinning as I caressed her amazing legs, I nodded.

"Wow, baby," she sighed. "You're incredible, you know that?"

"All I know is that you are just too beautiful to resist," I whispered, nibbling on her long hair and nipping at her neck. When I breathed into her ear, I felt her body shiver, and I hugged her even more tightly.

Again, she turned my face to hers. "Honey, we need to slow down a little. You're about to drive me completely out of my mind, and they're going to catch us. C'mon, tell me more about the time you were with that one boy. Did you two also have sex?"

Pretending to pout, I molded myself into her side. Slipping my hand back onto her thigh, I said, "I can't help it. You're just too gorgeous. Anyway, no, we didn't have sex. I'm still a virgin. And like I said, I've only had just that one guy in my mouth. Including last night with Paul, that's all the experience I've had with boys, and cocks. I know they're fun, though. You sure like Dad's, right? I mean you like to have sex with him, don't you?"

She beamed in delight. "God, how did I ever get blessed with such a wonderful daughter? Yes, baby, I love your father's cock, and I love having sex with him. If it were up to me, we would do it every day. Still, you need to understand something. It's not just because of his cock, though he does have a really, really good one."

I giggled, and she giggled at my giggling. "Well, he does! You saw it! But honey, that's not it. What I'm trying to say is that I thoroughly enjoy making love with him; the whole man, not just his cock. If your father's lovely cock was on some other man, sure, it would still give me tremendous pleasure, but it wouldn't be the same. Not at all."

"Because you love him. That makes everything way better, right?"

"Yes, very much so. Pardon my French, but when we make love, it's not just fucking. Don't get me wrong, a lot of times that's what I really want. I love to be wildly fucked. See, that's my point. I want it all. I want to make love, I want to fuck, and I want to cuddle. When we have sex, I want to do more than just take his cock and his cum in my pussy. I want him everywhere inside me, and all over me."

"You mean in your mouth too, and your ass?" I grinned.

Taking my hand, she returned my grin. "Absolutely, baby. I love oral sex, both giving and receiving, and I just adore being fucked in my ass. I almost can't get enough of it. You saw how easily you made me cum from only a little bit of ass-play, so imagine how crazy I get when a well-endowed man is pounding deep inside me. I truly love the feeling of a long, hard cock fucking me, whether it's in my pussy or my ass. When your father and I have sex, god, I want him to do everything imaginable to me. What I'm trying to tell you is there's more to a boy than just his cock, and there's more to sex than simply having vaginal intercourse. All sex is wonderful. Sex is like pizza!"

I laughed, and she smacked my bottom. "You know what I mean! Even 'okay' pizza is still better than no pizza, right? Sex is like that too. You'll end up having your favorite things, but you'll enjoy all sex. I just don't want you to view men as nothing more than cocks to be used for brief enjoyment. I want you to find deeper fulfillment than that. I hope you'll be able to make love, as well as fuck, and I hope you'll learn to enjoy the entire man - or men, for that matter. I know you'll have many lovers, both men and women, and I want you to experience the utmost pleasure from every one of them. I want you to go for the whole enchilada, including, yes, all sorts of wonderful cocks."

We were sitting quietly together when Dad came back down the stairs, followed shortly by the boys returning from the kitchen carrying trays of cheese and crackers, with sodas for everyone. Giving Paul and Rick a smirk, Dad sat on the arm of the love seat and said, "Don't trust 'em, boys. They may look harmless now, but beneath those peaches-and-cream exteriors beat hearts of trouble." Then he turned to Mom and me. "Just look at you two, thick as thieves. Whose imminent destruction are we plotting now?"

After checking to see that my bikini top was at least semi-covering my nipples, I got up and climbed into his lap.

Paul and Rick sat beside Mom, who leaned into the arm of the couch, curling her legs beneath her as she pulled her untied robe partially closed.

Dad picked me up and sat us on the ottoman facing the couch, my arms around his neck, my ass in his lap. I offered him a sweet smile. "Nobody's imminent destruction, not just yet, although we may have to put you on the list since you still haven't answered my question," I said, adopting a stern tone.

He looked at all of us. Mom smiled gamely. Rick was smirking. Paul was a blank.

"She's still waiting to hear your answer to her question about whether you think Missus S is beautiful," Rick grinned, then he turned to Mom. "Personally, I think that one's a total no-brainer, and I'm not even some super-genius college professor."

She laughed and threw a pillow at him. "Good answer! Keep it up, and while you may never be a college professor, no one will ever doubt your genius. Oh, and for god's sake, would you knock it off already with the 'Missus S' and 'Mister S' stuff? This isn't Happy Days, you're not Fonzie, and we both have names. Call me Samantha, or Sam, and call him Doug. If you'd prefer, call us Mom and Dad, at least when it's just our little group here. Now that you're eighteen, though, I'd really prefer it if you called me Samantha or Sam."

Dad fidgeted beneath me, so I fidgeted right back, just to tease him. I could feel him beginning to harden between my legs. "Well?" I asked, waiting for his answer. Leaning into him, I brought my lips to his ear. "It feels really good when you press it against me like that," I whispered, and he flinched. His cock and his whole body twitched, including his facial expression. I giggled and turned in his lap to face the others again.

With a crooked smile he looked at me, then Mom. "Well, Missus S," he began - earning him a swift pillow launching from Mom - "in answer to our scamp of a daughter's question, allow me to respond thusly: Along with certain present company," - at which point he held me up, presenting me like a prized rainbow trout - "you are the single most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on...or anything else on, for that matter. You were stunning, the first time I ever saw you. You were even more beautiful on our wedding night. You were a vision of loveliness when you delivered this pretty sack of flour here, and you were glowing radiance when you blessed us with that silent hump sitting next to you on the couch. As beautiful as you've always been, however, you still looked like one of Rick's old sweat socks compared to how devastating you look right this very moment in your fetching little ninja courtesan's ensemble."

I clapped in approval, Paul saluted Dad with a manly knuckle bump, and Rick went to his knees in the "We're not worthy!" bow. Mom? She pretended to be unimpressed. Though her eyes fairly sparkled, her arms remained crossed. "Nice effort. Maybe a B-plus, but I'm sorry, you lose a point for saying I look like a Japanese hooker. Want to try that one again?"

Dad laughed, "Shit. You caught that, huh? I thought I'd slipped it by you."

She just smirked at him. "Slip something by me? Darling, if you really want to score points with me, try a more pleasurable preposition."

It took me a moment to catch her meaning, then I silently guffawed. Dad certainly caught it right away, as evidenced by the obvious twitch I felt against my ass, but before the boys could noodle it through she quickly went for the diversion by asking Paul to hand her the crackers.

As Paul reached over to grab them for her, she smiled at Dad, who responded by shifting me in his lap. He was definitely becoming hard again, and I loved Rick's sudden look of excitement when Mom intentionally leaned way forward, baring her breasts to him while accepting the plate of crackers from Paul.

Having sat beside her just a few moments earlier, I knew the view Rick was enjoying. Even from my perch atop Dad's lap I noticed that her robe had separated quite a bit. I could see the inner halves of both breasts, which was just a mind-blowing thing to me, the idea that Mom was allowing herself to be so exposed in front of the boys. My suspicions were confirmed when Paul sat up straight, blocking Rick's view of her. Rick's immediate response was to lean back further into the couch in an effort to see around Paul.

"Good crackers, Mom?" I smirked.

"I know I certainly wouldn't throw her out of bed for eating 'em," Dad replied, causing Mom to laugh and cough up some crackers. Although she made a bit of a mess of herself, I thought she recovered really well, what with the way she brushed away the crumbs from her breasts and thighs. Sweeping her hands back and forth over her boobs seemed to make her nipples harden, while brushing her thighs managed to separate her kimono a little further. Without a doubt just the mere act of brushing her breasts drew our attention, then we all watched them jiggle and bounce as she kept touching herself. Her nipples were poking long and beautifully thick into the thin silk, and I could feel mine hardening too.

The phone rang, and Paul went to get it. When he disappeared into the kitchen, she shifted again on the couch, drawing her legs up closer to her body.

Dad's enormous shaft throbbed in the split of my ass, and I knew why. Mom had pointed her perfect ass directly towards Rick, and her shifting had pulled up her kimono. It was stretched even more tightly across her hips, exposing the very tops of her thighs and the beginning curves of her beautiful bottom. More importantly, she'd moved her knees and feet forward to where I could see...everything. If I could see her, then so could Rick and Dad, which meant that we were all savoring the sight of her bare pussy lips pressed neatly together between her delicious thighs.

"Dad, it's for you," Paul called out from the kitchen.

"Excuse me, honey," Dad said. Rather than just letting me get up, he stood and deposited me on the broad arm of the end chair; using me as his 'hide the boner' pillow, he'd made sure to hold me in front of his crazy erection until he was well beyond Rick's line of sight.

With Mom grinning at us, I reached out and grabbed Dad's dick, which was visibly straining against his slacks. Running my hand all along the thick length, feeling its warmth, I eventually grasped the bulbous head.

"Hold on, Paul, I'll take it upstairs," he called out, smirking first at Mom, then me. I squeezed his cock, giving him an exaggerated pouty face for wanting to bail on me again. Shooting me a sheepish smile, he ran up the stairs and into his office. "Okay, you can hang up now," he shouted to Paul, before closing the door.

Coming back from the kitchen, Paul took my spot on the ottoman directly in front of Mom, and I got up to go use the bathroom.

When I returned to the living room, I grabbed my drink and flopped down on the love seat. Mom was sitting up, grinning at the boys while leaning back against the corner of the couch. They were talking about Rick's old girlfriend, and she'd positioned herself diagonally between Rick and Paul. She had her knees pressed together and raised to her chest, her arms hooked around them.

"So neither of you is seeing a girl right now?" she asked.

I snerked so hard, Dr Pepper shot straight out of my nose!

"Are you okay, dear?" she asked, smiling innocently. While I wiped my face, she just continued to smile like an angel. When the boys weren't looking, she stuck her tongue out before blowing me a kiss.

Dear god. With the way she had her knees raised, we could see the entire backs of her thighs; I'm talking all the way down to her completely exposed pussy, and even her pretty asshole. It was wonderfully pink, without a hint of a darker surrounding ring, and I was sorely tempted to dive right back between her legs. Ogling her pussy, I could see moisture on her bright cherry lips. Her outer labia were pressed together by her thighs, forming two sweet, puffy crescents. Her silky inner lips were flowering, extending beyond the taut, rich curves of her luscious ass, just above her cute crinkle. A shaft of light shone on one crimson petal, catching and highlighting the growing dew.

No mistake. She was intentionally showing Paul and Rick her beautiful naked pussy. Oh yes, they were definitely "seeing a girl right now," an incredibly sexy girl, and that girl was reveling in teasing them.

Rick suddenly said that he needed to use the bathroom too. When he got up, I made a point of checking out the front of his shorts.

Sure enough, he had an obvious erection.

Once he'd hurried out of the room, Mom turned back to us and smiled. "Hmmm, I wonder what got into him? Anyway, Paul, throw me that pillow, please." When he tossed it to her, she stretched out on her stomach, resting her head on the pillow. Right away, her kimono slipped all the way up to her hips. The view she presented us with was just an endless expanse of long, smooth legs and heavenly ass, including her beautiful pussy peeking out invitingly from the gap at the top of her bare thighs. Wiggling into a comfortable position, she tugged her kimono down to where the hem was kissing the elegant rise that defines the beginning of her ass. The short robe slipped into her crack, perfectly separating and highlighting each cheek, and still we were spellbound by the visual rumor of her enchanting pussy.

"You're amazing," I said, grinning with pride.

"Damn, Mom…fuck…" added Paul, which I thought constituted a pretty stellar effort on his part.

She gave him a serene smile. "Are we enjoying the official new dress code we discussed yesterday? I know we only defined it in terms of Dawn having our blessings to wear as little as she wants in front of the men of this house, but for the life of me I couldn't come up with a reason why I shouldn't also enjoy that same freedom. I really think I've been missing out here. I should relax and have some fun with you boys, too. I feel like I have a lot of catching up to do."

"Oh, absolutely. You look incredible in that kimono. Dad just has to be thrilled," I said, getting up to go to her. Running my fingertips over her ass, I began to caress her bare legs.

She grinned, "Oh, I certainly don't think he'll complain. And you, Paul? What do you think about us girls wearing whatever we want around the house?"

I laughed, "I can already tell that Rick is loving it!"

She just chuckled. "I figured he would. He's a teenage boy, and he's not my son. Again, what about you, Paul? You're a teenage boy, and you are my son."

Seemingly trying to steel his nerves, Paul just stared at her. "I'll tell you the same thing I told Dawn when she asked me that question earlier today in the pool. Yes, I'd love it if you started wearing the kinds of things Dawn always wears. You look outrageously hot in your little robe, and I'd much rather see you in something like that than in your boring 'soccer mom' clothes. If you two want to run around here with nothing on, that would be totally great with me. I'm not stupid, you know. I'll take whatever I can get from the two most beautiful girls I've ever seen. And before you ask, no, I don't mind if Rick and Donny also see you barely dressed, or even naked. As long as you don't mind, and Dad doesn't mind, I say go for it."

She gave us an appraising look. "I certainly can't say you're being perverted or hypocritical. Mornings and evenings, and sometimes even all day long, you both wear nothing but skimpy underwear. Dawn, your brother bounces around almost obscenely in his boxers. Paul, your sister is basically naked half the time, what with her itty-bitty panties and tops, and everything being completely see-through. So how can I doubt what you're telling me now?"




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 03



"Whatever you did yesterday to loosen up your mother, I really need to thank you for it."

I was leaning into the fridge when I felt Dad's arms come around my stomach, hugging me from behind. I glanced down, and instead of his usual big, woolly 'Dad robe' I noticed his arms were covered in royal blue silk.

Looking back over my shoulder, I smiled when I saw he was wearing a new, much sexier robe. "Wow, Dad! Got a hot date, or what?" I grinned, hugging his arms to my stomach. I felt him pressing against me, his hips and especially his large bulge pushing into my ass.

"I just had one, thanks to you. I don't know what's gotten into your mother lately."

"I bet you have, a lot!" I giggled.

He laughed and said, "You know what I mean, sweetie. I couldn't believe that amazing little robe she hit us with us last night, could you? Then, once she came to bed, she literally threw me down and went crazy on me! She was raring to go again this morning, too. She was so fired up, she didn't even wait for me. She just climbed aboard and started riding while I was still asleep. I know I owe this all to you, so maybe someday you'll tell your dear ol' dad your secret. Whatever you did to her, it sure worked, and I want more."

Smiling, I turned my head to him. "She was so beautiful, wasn't she?"

"She's always been stunningly beautiful. My god, though, she was just incredible yesterday. She hasn't dressed and behaved that provocatively around the house since you and the boys started high school," he said, squeezing me tightly.

"No doubt. Right up until we started ninth grade she had no problem with wearing the skimpiest things imaginable around the boys, and I know she loves to wear super short miniskirts and see-through tops for you and your friends when you all go out together, but she hasn't dressed that way around the house in forever. Still, I should be thanking you for sticking up for me, and not just yesterday, either. You always stick up for me...."

Pressing my ass against him as he hugged me, I couldn't tell for certain whether he had anything on beneath his silk robe. All I had on were my sheer mesh panties, in bright pink - my tiniest, most revealing panties.

Doing a quick check in the mirror that morning, I'd noticed those panties were much smaller than my bikini bottoms. Like my bikini, they exposed a good three inches of my curving cleft above the waistband, but they also left my entire ass exposed. They were basically a g-string, and didn't need to be wet to be see-through. They were totally sheer. I knew they were one of the pairs of panties Paul had been talking about since they clearly revealed my little patch of black pubic hair, some of which actually stuck out through the holes in the open mesh.

Still looking in the mirror, I'd tried another test. Sitting on the bed, I hooked my arms around my knees and raised them to my chest, the way Mom had done it in her kimono on the couch for the guys.

The panties split my pussy, down by the bottom. Looking through the mesh material above my slit, I could see and even touch my pubic hair. In the center, I could make out my clit and soft lips. My shining pink bud pressed through a hole in the open mesh, just like my pubic hair. Towards the bottom, though, yow, those panties became so narrow that they dipped inside my pussy, disappearing completely to expose the larger outer labia, which almost seemed to be swallowing the g-string. A thin strip of material reappeared over my smooth little asshole, covering about half of it. I could make out the slightly rosier indentation, and certainly the tight crinkle, but the tiny opening was covered.

It was a good thing that except for my little patch above my slit I was shaved bare, otherwise hair would've been sticking out everywhere.

I'd also thrown on one of Paul's old sleeveless sweatshirts, which was cut off at my belly button and missing nearly all of the sides. I could see my breasts, almost to the tips. If I reached my arms forward or angled my upper body even a little bit, such as the way I was leaning into the fridge when Dad entered the kitchen, the fullness of each breast would bobble into view, nipples and everything.

I was still on such a high from the day before that despite seeing how exposed I was I'd decided to go ahead and wear those panties and that top around the house anyway. To be honest, that's why I chose them. I knew it would excite me to wear such revealing things. Yep, I was quickly coming to understand that letting everyone see my body was my biggest turn-on.

So, between my barely-there panties and the thinness of Dad's silk robe, mmmm, I was really able to enjoy the feeling of his heavy cock pressing against my smooth, naked bottom.

"Of course I always stick up for you. I'm just a sucker for a pretty smile. Why do you think I married your sexy mother?" he grinned.

Detecting the scent of warm, spicy perfume, I felt a lock of long hair brush against my cheek. I smiled happily. Mom had come to join our little hug.

"You were mighty sexy yourself last night, and absolutely incredible just now..." she said to Dad, a contented smile evident in her voice. Leaning in, she kissed me over the ear. "As for you, little one, I'm sorry about yesterday. I shouldn't have questioned anything. Honey, your father has always been right to defend you. I think maybe I was just a skosh jealous."

Turning to face her, I was thrilled to see that she was again wearing her tiny kimono. "Oh yes, we are definitely going to have to get you a dozen more of these little robes. I just love how you look in this...especially right after you've had sex," I grinned, scoping her up and down. Glancing back at Dad, I teasingly wiggled my bottom against him. "See what you did to her? Isn't she awesome?"

While still hugging me from behind, Dad said to her, "Absolutely. Baby, you are truly amazing."

Mom seriously blushed. God, she was gorgeous.

"And anyway," I continued, staring into her dazzling eyes, "you should never be jealous of me. You're a total knockout. You're much better built than I am, and way sexier. There isn't a mom in our whole school who can touch you."

"I bet there are more than a few who would like to, along with all the sons and dads," he chuckled.

I gave her a cheeky little smile. "A lot of the daughters, too. You'd be surprised at how many of my girlfriends think you're a total MILF."

"Dawn! I'm nobody's MILF but your father's!" she laughed.

Dad shook his head and grinned, then he leaned around me to poke his head into the fridge. Taking advantage of the situation, I whispered to her, "That's not true. You're my MILF too, you know."

She quickly glanced at Dad. He wasn't looking, and she gave me a playful kiss on the lips. "Yes, I do, and you're definitely my DILF," she whispered with a giggle. As we stood hugging, she flinched. "Wow, baby, you should warn someone when you hug them with that thing on. It's kind of scratchy," she said, tugging on the bottom of my sweatshirt. She ran her hand over the raised lettering, which had become a bit worn and frayed after so many washings. "You look absolutely wonderful in that top, honey, but you need to be gentle. My skin is really tender here...." Smiling sweetly, she traced her fingertips over the exposed inner halves of her bare breasts where my shirt had scratched her.

"Be right back!" I said, racing up the stairs to my bedroom. Peeling off my sweatshirt, I grabbed a tiny, see-through baby doll top. It was just nice, soft lingerie, and the pink matched my mesh panties. Slipping it on, I knew it would feel much nicer against her. Like her kimono, it left most of my breasts bare. What little coverage it did offer consisted of a very fine gauze material decorating the sides and bottoms, allowing the inside swells and teardrop pout to remain completely out in the open. My nipples were barely concealed.

I figured that with my breasts almost fully exposed, our hugs wouldn't be scratchy at all to her.

I ran back downstairs, giggling as my boobs bounced right out of my top. Pausing at the bottom of the stairs to tuck them back in, I noticed my nipples were erect. They were making obvious pokies, and I could easily see them through the wispy material anyway.

Dad was eating a pear at the table while reading the morning paper. Mom was standing by the coffee maker, beaming brightly as I came back into the kitchen.

"Better?" I asked, moving into her welcoming arms to resume our hug. Feeling mischievous, and knowing Dad wasn't looking, I gently rubbed my breasts against hers until our bare nipples were touching.

"Mmmmmm, much better, sweetie...much, much better. Soft, beautiful skin...no more scratchies...." She leaned in to kiss me, and I moaned into her mouth as she rubbed her naked boobs against mine. Though we were trying to keep an eye on Dad, within moments our tongues were passionately dancing together. Immediately my hands went to her pantiless bottom, cupping and squeezing her perfect curves. One of her hands went to my ass while the other slipped between my legs to stroke my clit, which was poking through a large opening in the pink mesh. "Naughty panties!" she whisper-giggled, then we simply made out; hugging, touching and noisily kissing, we were going at it hot and heavy despite Dad sitting only a few feet away.

My eyes went wide, though, when she said, "Baby, show your father." With a devilish smile she pulled me over to Dad, who stood at her playful command. "Doesn't she feel much nicer to hug now, without that scratchy top against your chest?" she grinned, taking his arms and wrapping them around me. Leaning over my shoulder, she tugged his robe open to the waist before gently hip-checking me into his warm embrace.

Expecting him to be reluctant to hug me skin to skin, I was happily surprised when he pulled me close while smiling at the sight of my naked breasts kissing his chest. Leaning back a bit, I saw his thickening shaft pressing against my pussy; with his enormous crown wedged below my baby-smooth slit, the detailed shape and sheer mind-blowing size of his spectacular cock was obvious in the thin, silky robe.

"I didn't notice any scratchiness before but I agree, she feels fantastic like this..." he said, smirking over my shoulder at Mom.

Since he was being so smug, I decided to mess with him a little. Sliding my hands down his hips, I reached inside his robe, and he gasped when I grasped his naked cock. Grinning wickedly as I gave it a good squeeze, I pulled it out and began slowly stroking it while rubbing the head against my wet clit.

"He feels fantastic too like this..." I said, smirking over my shoulder at Mom just the way he had. Positioning his hardening cock between my legs, I pressed it to my pussy, then, moving back into our hug, I rubbed my naked breasts against his chest.

"That's another thing that's going to change around here. We're going to hug more as a family, and just be more affectionate in general. No more being stuffy and distant with each other," Mom said, hugging me into a sandwich with him. They kissed beside my face, and she drove her hips forward, pushing me firmly onto Dad's bare cock. His awesome dick was still lengthening as it pressed against my pussy, which was protected only by that tiny barrier of mesh material.

"Sounds good to me. I don't think I'll ever complain about having to take more of this kind of affection from my two beautiful girls," he grinned, kissing me when he was done kissing her. Mom held us close together as Dad and I made out for about thirty seconds, his naked cock sawing between my wet pussy lips the entire time.

"You won't hear any arguments from me either," I finally said, turning to face her. I looped my arms around her neck as she hooked hers around my bare waist, then we simply dropped our heads onto each other's shoulder. We were the perfect heights for hugging.

She was about to say something when suddenly she flinched, then her eyes lit up.

After I'd turned to face her, Dad had continued our sandwich hug. The thing is, by that point his huge dick had become fully erect and was pressing into my ass cheek. Rising to my tiptoes, I'd leaned over a little to relieve the poking pressure, and it'd slipped back between my legs. I felt the top of his shaft throbbing against my pussy; his cock was so big, it had gone all the way between my legs to the front, where it was pushing against Mom's pussy as she hugged me.

Her face was a picture, once she realized what was happening. Looking down, she giggled when she saw his dick poking her. Flashing me a goofy grin, she opened her robe and playfully ground her pussy onto the shining head of his cock.

Dad yelped and quickly pulled away, apparently startled by the unexpected sensation of penetrating a wet pussy. God, he looked so cute as he sheepishly shuffled over to sit down again at the table. I think that might have been the first time I'd ever seen him become embarrassed, and it was just absolutely adorable!

In a sing-song voice Mom teased, "What's the matter, honeeeey? Maybe a little too much affection?" He just grunted, and she giggled, "Once you let that big guy out of his cage, you have to keep track of him! I mean, seriously, with the way he loves to go exploring, who knows where he'll end up? Keep letting him come out to play with us, and you'll see your two beautiful girls become really affectionate! All sorts of happy accidents are just bound to happen when your friendly monster is being affectionate to us, especially down here...." Still giggling, she accentuated her point by patting my bare bottom with both hands, making it quiver.

Giggling right along with her, I looked over my shoulder to see Dad staring open-mouthed at my ass.

When I turned back to Mom, she gave me a cute smirk while gesturing with her eyes to his huge erection, which he tried to hide by sliding his chair beneath the table. He was blushing as he attempted to read his paper again.

She mouthed to me, "See? Look what you did to him!"

I nodded, mouthing back, "It's so big!"

"Duh! I told you!" Grinning, she made a silly face.

"I even pressed it against my pussy!"

"I know! I saw you rubbing it against your clit!" 

"You did?!"

Giggling at my surprised reaction, she grinned and nodded happily before pulling me close. "When you pressed it between your legs, I thought for sure you were going to tug your panties out of the way and put it inside you. God, baby, you're so beautiful, I don't know how he ever resisted," she whispered. I leaned in to kiss her, and we began making out again. I went straight for her pussy, slipping two fingers deep inside. Her eyes went wide, but she let me do it, even returning the favor by sliding a finger into my pussy from behind. Moaning through our hungry kisses, we gently fucked each other until we both came.

I don't know about her, but that was probably my fastest cum ever!

Releasing me after one last kiss, she took Dad by the hand and pulled him up from the table. Turning to face away from him, she wrapped his arms around her waist and slowly circled her sexy hips, rubbing her ass against what must have still been a really big, hard cock. While basically giving him a standing lap dance right there in the kitchen, she brought her lips to his ear and breathed, "Baby, take me back to bed."

Grinning, he shot me a sheepish glance over her shoulder.

Twice in one morning I saw Dad become embarrassed, just like a little boy! Awesome!

"Why are you looking at me? You heard her! Your beautiful wife isn't about to let that thing go to waste, so go give it to her!" I said, laughing as they hugged their way out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

~ ~ ~

I was in my room reading when Mom knocked on the door and stuck her head in. Dad was right behind her, standing in the hallway.

"Sweetie, your father and I are going to take a drive up to the lake today, and we're staying for the night. There's plenty of food in the house, plus I left you some money on the kitchen table in case you want to get a pizza later for you and your brother. We won't be back until tomorrow evening, so will you two be okay here by yourselves?"

Grinning, I set my book aside. "Just look at you two. God, you're like a couple of newlyweds again. You guys are awesome!"

She leaned back to kiss him, and he spanked her on the ass, making her squeal in delight.

I laughed and said, "You two go have a blast. We'll be fine. Where is Paul, anyway?"

"He went to Rick's house. He said he'd be back home this afternoon."

"Did he say whether Rick would be coming over?"

"No, he said Rick is leaving with his parents tonight, and he wants to go see that Transformers movie with him before Rick takes off for the weekend. It looks like it'll just be the two of you, kiddo. You'll have to tease and torture your brother's horny friends some other day," she grinned, sticking her tongue out.

I smiled, "Awww, man, and just when I was planning on being a real wild woman!"

"Call us if you need anything, and don't destroy the house, okay?" she chuckled.

Sticking my tongue out right back at her, I grinned, "Right, because Paul and I are such crazy partiers."

Dad smacked her on the ass again. "Okay, we're outta here. Be good, oh daughter o' mine," he said, and off they went.

The day had really begun to heat up, climbing well into the nineties. Knowing it would be a perfect opportunity to work on my "California tan," as Paul called it, I headed out to the pool. Lying facedown on my sun lounger, I was just starting to doze off when suddenly I heard giggling, then I felt something wet touching my butt. Quickly turning to see what was happening, I laughed at the sight of a kneeling-on-all-fours Michelle trying to give my ass a hickey, with Trish and Lisa beaming at me from the other side. Excited to see them, I jumped up happily from my lounger. "Hey! Awesome! What are you guys doing here?"

As we all exchanged hugs, Michelle said, "We just wanted to see you again before you take off for California. When we ran into your parents getting ready to go somewhere in your dad's car, he told us they were leaving for a little weekend getaway. We asked if it would be okay to surprise you, and your mom let us in through the garage. Once we saw you out here, we decided to wait a few minutes, then hit you with a sneak attack!"

"So when are you leaving, anyway?" asked Trish.

"Probably in about a week or so. I have to give myself time to look for a place to stay."

"Paul is going with you to help you look, right?" asked Lisa, with a slight frown.

"Yep, he's all excited now about getting to go on a road trip with me."

"Can't blame him," said Michelle. "I wish I was going with you."

"Me too," Lisa said. "I'd love to do a trip like that with you or your brother."

"My brother? Really?"

She just smiled sweetly until Trish tickled her while grinning, "Duh, Dawn! You didn't know?"

"Stop it! And shut up!" giggled Lisa.

"I didn't know what?" I asked.

Michelle laughed, "Lisa has the biggest crush ever on Paul! You didn't know?"

Okay, this was definitely news to me. I wasn't entirely sure I liked the idea either. That feeling surprised me, and I thought, 'Why on earth should I mind if Lisa likes Paul?' Still, I said to Michelle, "No, I didn't know. When did this happen?"

"Jeez, Dawn," she grinned. "How blind are you? Lisa's been crushing on Paul since at least the beginning of the school year, when we started coming over here after practice. I think she's saving her virginity for him!"

"Michelle!! God! Shut up already!!" shouted Lisa, running into the house.

Embarrassed, Michelle took off after her. Apologizing through the bathroom door, she pleaded, "Lisa, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was supposed to be a secret. I really am sorry, baby. Please, come out." A few moments later they were talking quietly on the couch, and Michelle was hugging her. Lisa finally returned the hug, then they got up together and came back out to the pool.




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 03



Michelle gave me another embarrassed look. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. I really thought everyone knew, and we were just kidding around. I shouldn't have opened my big mouth."

Sheepishly, she took Lisa's hand. Lisa squeezed it, offering her a small grin. "Oh, don't worry about it. Besides, Paul doesn't even like me. I'm not his type. I'm sure he likes Carrie."

That made me smile. Carrie is our squad's totally stacked blonde - the classic bubbleheaded cheerleader. She's the sweetest girl a guy could ever hope to meet, and I could easily see why anyone would want her. She's even bigger up top than Mom, and with her shiny blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and long, slim legs, she looks like a real-life Barbie doll.

Still, I knew Paul didn't have a crush on her. If anything, I thought he had one on Michelle.

Although Carrie might be the flashiest girl of our group, I think Michelle is the most beautiful. She's my height, about five-eight, with a ton of long, thick, chestnut brown hair. She has this tiny beauty mark above her lip, and she's a dead ringer for Cindy Crawford. Seriously, she looks like a runway model. As much as I love Carrie, Michelle is way sexier. Carrie is friendly and bubbly, and definitely a total sweetheart, but Michelle is just amazing. Besides being so gorgeous, she's also smart, funny, confident and really sensual, without even trying.

I love her beautiful B-cup breasts. They're perfect on her trim, athletic body. She moves like a panther, and she always wears these skintight tops that show off her perpetually braless tits. She has the biggest nipples ever, which constantly pop out like crazy in her tight little t-shirts. Even though she has the smallest boobs of our group, they usually receive the most stares and compliments. Guys just can't keep their eyes off her sexy high beams, and neither can I.

For months she tried to get me to go braless too, until finally she wore me down and convinced me to join her. Once I started, I had to admit that it felt incredible. I love seeing my bouncing boobs and erect nipples draw the same sort of attention hers always do. God, there have been times when the lusting stares of guys ogling my bare breasts through my see-through t-shirts and unbuttoned blouses turned me on so much, I just wanted to rip my top off right in the middle of class.

One day while looking me over, she giggled, "With your ass, though, it almost doesn't matter. People are either going to stare at your face, which is the prettiest in the whole world, or they're going to drool over your ass, which is the best in the entire universe. Your tits are ridiculously fantastic too - they're as great as everything else on you - but someone would really have to be a breast man not to stare at your face, or especially your ass."

Still, I do love the attention I get for my breasts. As awesome as Mom's are, I had begun to wonder in envy when I would ever fill out, and once I finally did, I couldn't wait to show them off! Going braless all the time now, yep, it definitely helps. I have really big nipples too, but god, Michelle's breasts always just look so horny! Every time I see her, I can't help but want them in my mouth.

Trish is totally wild. Half Thai, half Swedish, she looks like an exotic porn star. She has almond eyes, yet they're bright green, which is a really wicked combination. She has ash blonde hair and a perpetual tan. She's tiny, too; only five-one and maybe a hundred pounds. Out of our whole squad, she's the most acrobatic. I swear she's made of rubber. She can do seemingly anything with her body, easy as pie. She also has a pierced belly button that she loves to show off with her baby tee tank tops.

For being such a petite girl, she's really well-endowed. In fact, the rumor going around school was that she'd had breast implants, which was easy to assume since her parents are super rich. Her boobs are real, though. They're just so round and firm that nobody could believe it, but they're natural. Even her pretty nipples are unique. Like little lighthouses capping her large mounds, they constantly point up at forty-five degrees, and she barely has any areolas at all.

The other thing about Trish is that she's the horniest girl of our group, and the most sexually experienced. She's had sex with tons of boys, and a whole bunch of men; plenty of girls, too, including most of our cheerleading squad. She's also the only one of our group who always squirts when she cums.

Michelle makes the most noise, as she's a real screamer, but Trish literally douses our faces in cum. We're all totally envious because none of us can match her huge gushes.

Soon into their friendship Trish took our sexy Cindy Crawford look-alike under her wing, which meant Michelle rapidly became just as sexual as her. Sometimes Trish would even loan her boyfriends to Michelle, and that's how she eventually lost her virginity.

Lisa and I were the virgins. Although her family is from Spain, and she was born in Seville, she's lived most of her life in America. She doesn't have an accent or anything, and she doesn't even speak Spanish, yet she looks like one of those sexy flamenco dancers. She has fiery dark eyes with really long lashes, and I always thought she had the best ass of our group. The way her jet black hair trails down right to the top of her ass when she arches her back, Lisa seems too erotically beautiful to be some high school girl from Kansas.

While Michelle looks like a big city fashion model and Trish looks like a porn star, Lisa looks like a movie star.

She always wears dresses, or skirts and tops; never pants or shorts. She dresses like a sexy woman, not a high school girl, which I think is awesome. She also always wears the prettiest blouses, and with her large, D-cup breasts, only Carrie among our group is bigger up top. Lisa's are prettier, though, mainly because of her golden olive skin and the elegance of her whole body.

How she ever managed to remain a virgin was a constant source of bewilderment to Trish, who just couldn't imagine it. "Girl, you must be crazy. What are you waiting for? Men would have you. Not just high school boys, and not just college guys either. I'm talking real men. You could have any man you want, right now. You should be in Europe, living it up on the Riviera."

Lisa would simply give Trish one of her beguiling smiles. "That's not for me. Can't I just enjoy being with my friends, until I'm ready to be with a man?"

She was so sweetly disarming that Trish would always become exasperated and give in.

So that's our little group: Michelle, the gorgeous model, and the prettiest girl of the bunch, I think; Trish, the exotic Eurasian 'porn star,' who was sort of our sexual mentor; Lisa, the enigmatic Spanish gypsy goddess.

Then there's me. I'm the boring one. Trish and Michelle swear up and down that I'm the 'hottest' girl of our group, mainly because I supposedly look just like Megan Fox. They say my body - especially my ass - beats everything, but I think Lisa is the most amazing one, and Michelle is the sexiest, most beautiful one. Trish, she's just completely out of my league. Besides her wickedly exotic looks, she's practically a pro at sex, and I'm only a beginner.

I once saw Trish take a guy at a party, and it was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen. She was like a sword swallower in the circus. 

We were all gathered in a circle, and she brought this one guy who was probably in his late-twenties into the circle with her. With Lisa and I looking on in shock, Trish gave the guy a blowjob through his pants, then she pulled his dick right out into the open. It was almost as big as Paul's or Dad's! Next, Trish lay on the floor between two tables set up for drinks and things. After the tables were cleared and spaced apart, she had this guy stretch out on his stomach across them, making his dick hang down. Trish's face was directly below the gap, and she fed his enormous cock into her mouth. Inch by inch, she kept taking more and more, until Lisa and I gasped. Eventually his long, thick cock was bulging in her throat, and she was just calmly breathing through her nose. Once the guy got it all the way inside, he began to move up and down, totally fucking her face. Moaning around his pounding shaft, she simply closed her eyes and let the guy throat-fuck her in front of twenty people! The thing is, she was taking it as easily as drinking a Snapple in the school cafeteria.

Lisa and I slid our hands beneath each other's skirt. While I was wearing panties, Lisa's sexy round bottom was completely bare, and we started fingering the other's pussy. Bending her knees and grinding her hips, she slipped two more fingers into my dripping wet pussy, which was literally beginning to pour down my thighs.

When the guy pulled his cock from Trish's throat, slowly extracting it like a drill from a well, Lisa whispered, "God, look at that. Baby, please, do my ass."

Trish had just placed the tip of the guy's enormous cock on her tongue when I pushed my two middle fingers deep inside Lisa's tight little asshole. As Lisa began to moan, that huge dick launched its first long, heavy ropes into Trish's mouth, then she simply decorated her face with his shooting cum.

That was it for us; Lisa and I came. It was so awesome, the way I was cumming on her hand even as her fingers were clenching inside me from her own crashing orgasm.

Nope, none of us can match Trish, though Michelle is definitely trying. I have no doubt that soon she'll be as good as Trish is at sex, and I'll be the happy beneficiary of her newfound skills. Ever since we all first got together, Michelle was always more my friend than Trish's. She's Trish's best friend, but Trish doesn't have that many close friends. Michelle sort of became her best friend by default. With me, it's different. She considers me to be her "forever best friend," and I consider her to be mine.

She once told me, "Baby, I love to fuck Trish, but I love to fuck you even more. Always know that I love you, and only you."

I love her, too. I knew I would definitely miss her like crazy once I moved away.

Returning to our conversation by the pool, I smiled at Lisa. "Girl, if you only knew. Carrie is so not Paul's type. I promise you that."

Lisa smiled shyly. Thankfully, she didn't press the issue by asking, "Okay then, so who is his type?"

What could I have told her? I was thinking, 'Ummm, I am, Lisa. He loves Megan Fox, and he loves my ass more than anything. Also, hey, I suck his cock and swallow his cum, so I've got that going for me too.'

Still, I couldn't help but once again notice her extraordinary beauty, and for a moment I felt oddly possessive about Paul. Then I thought, 'What is wrong with you? He's your brother, not your boyfriend, you idiot. Why are you getting jealous over Lisa wanting him?'

I was becoming a little angry with myself.

When I glanced up, Lisa was staring off into the distance, seemingly lost in her own thoughts. Trish was in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge. Michelle, though, was looking right at me; or, rather, right through me. Raising an eyebrow, she gave me a small smile. I couldn't quite tell whether it was a question or an accusation, and I quickly looked away.

"You guys wanna go swimming?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"We didn't bring any suits," Lisa said.

"So? Her parents just left for the weekend," grinned Trish, returning from the kitchen.

"Where's Paul?" asked Lisa.

Trish smiled teasingly. "Are you hoping he'll show up, especially if you have to swim naked?"

"Lisa, I could always loan you my bikini if Paul comes home," I said.

"Yeah, right!" laughed Michelle. "For all the good that little thing ever does, she might as well go naked anyway! Besides, what would you and the rest of us wear? You only have the one bikini."

"Ah, screw it..." Lisa giggled. Wearing only a peasant's skirt with a matching white lace blouse, she simply started unbuttoning her top. Once she had it undone, she slipped it off and tossed it aside before shimmying out of her skirt. Since she'd showed up barefoot and pantiless, she stood before us completely naked, her moist slit glistening in the morning sun.

Michelle smiled at the sight of Lisa's wet pussy. "The thought of Paul catching you out here in the nude really turns you on, doesn't it?"

Grinning happily, our gorgeous virgin goddess did a sexy little pirouette for us. "If Carrie's really not his type, maybe this will be?"

A laughing Trish applauded while giving her a comical wolf whistle. "If that boy has a working cock, you're definitely his type. If I had one, I'd fuck you right now!"

We all laughed, Lisa included. Trish had a real knack for using blunt humor to diffuse any tense situation. She could get away with it, because we knew she never meant anything in a bad way.

Joining Lisa, Michelle quickly peeled off her tight tracksuit, revealing that she too had come over totally naked beneath her skimpy clothes. Like me, she kept only a small strip of pubic hair.

"Okay, Miss Expert," I said, turning to Trish, "which is better, Lisa's completely shaved pussy, or our little landing strips?"

Smirking as she kicked away her pumps, Trish went ahead and wriggled out of her tight, faded jeans. Again...no panties. Posing for us in her 'Ibiza All Night' cutoff t-shirt, she was thoroughly in her element. I swear, no high school girl was ever more comfortable with her nudity, including blatantly showing off her pussy.

"Who says either one has to be better? As long as your beautiful pussies are bare, why can't I prefer both ways?" she grinned, stroking her smooth, hairless slit. She paused to take me all in, standing before her in my tiny mesh panties and see-through baby doll top, and a wry smile played on her lips. "You bad little girl, you don't even have your bikini on. Is this what you wore around the house all morning?"

'Here we go again...' I laughed to myself.

Grinning, I nodded.

"Baby, I can see your pussy. I'm talking not just your landing strip but your lips and clit, too." She reached out to stroke my pink nub poking through my panties, the same way Mom had in the kitchen. While caressing my moistening slit, she looked up. "I can see your perfect breasts and huge nipples. Girl, I can see your body just as clearly as I can see Lisa's or Michelle's, and they're completely naked."

Pausing again, she gave me a knowing smile, which I coyly returned.

She broke into a small, sexy grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You wear things like this around your family? You let your parents and Paul see your bare breasts? You show them your pussy?"

"Yes, Trish, this is all I wore around the house all morning."

I just stood there...waiting.

"Turn around for me. I just have to see how your ass looks in these panties."

I turned away, smiling as I showed her my bare bottom, and she gasped. "My god, Dawn, you let your father and little brother see this ass completely naked? These panties are all you wear around your turbo-hottie mom?"

What could I say? With a little grin I just nodded.

"Damn, baby, they must be going out of their minds from wanting to fuck you," she laughed. Pulling off her t-shirt, she tossed it onto the table, and all three girls were nude. "Stay just like that," she said, slinking towards me. I felt hands on my hips, then a mouth kissing my pussy through the gap at the top of my thighs. Trish was sucking my panties, taking my lips in too. With her tongue trying to slip inside me, her hands slid from my stomach up to my breasts. She cupped and hefted each one, squeezing and fondling them as she sucked my pussy.

I pulled my top off, and Michelle took my breast into her mouth. Lisa began tugging on my other nipple, then I felt Trish slipping my little g-string panties aside before pressing her tongue deep into my asshole. "Here..." I said, pulling them down for her. 

Trish stopped me. "No, leave them on for now. I want to see you as your mother and father see you when they're at the kitchen table, and you just come strutting in. I want to see this ass, this incredible, mouthwatering ass, just as Paul sees it when he's stroking his huge cock while watching you through his bedroom window."

I turned to look at her, and she breathed into my pussy, "Damn right, Carrie isn't his type. His type is right here...." Slowly running her hands all over my bare ass, she spread it wide, then she leaned in to taste it.

When I quickly turned to Lisa to gauge her reaction, she just smiled before taking my breast into her mouth.

Trish continued licking me, starting at the tops of my thighs before working her way into my little triangle-space, and the bottom of my pussy. She lapped back and forth, back and forth, completely soaking my tiny panties. Taking my pussy lips between her teeth, she gently chewed on them until I started shaking. "You're going to make me cum...almost there..." I moaned, and she pressed her face to my ass. Spreading me open, she bit my asshole, making me scream as I came.

Trembling, I fell to my knees. Michelle and Lisa brought me back to my lounger, where they laid me facedown. Right away, Trish pulled my panties off and threw them in the pool. Taking a couple of towels from the table, she rolled them up into a fat ball, then she told me to lift. I lifted, and she slid that big ball of towels beneath my hips, propping my ass high in the air. With my back arched and my legs slightly spread, my ass and pussy were lewdly presented to her. Offering an open invitation, I was ready and waiting.

Michelle moved to my left hip, Trish to my right, with Lisa sliding into the center position directly between my legs. "Baby, I hope you don't need to be anywhere soon, because that perfect ass of yours is about to get completely devoured," Michelle said, her voice dripping with lust.

I moaned my approval when I felt clever fingers spreading my ass and pussy. Trish and Michelle were each pulling open a cheek while Lisa was parting my wet lips; suddenly there were two tongues licking my asshole and a third slipping into my pussy.

I could feel the girls becoming hungrier, and it was driving me insane.

Lisa pulled me up by my hips onto my knees, my face and chest pressed to the lounger. Two slender fingers apiece, a pair per side, began pushing into my asshole; just the tips at first, to the first knuckle. As the fingers spread me open, they slid in deeper.

Lisa was using an overhand attack on my pussy, slipping three fingers inside and spreading them. Clamping me open, she pressed her mouth between my legs and drove her long tongue deep into my pussy. With her other hand she was squeezing my thigh, seemingly just savoring its texture, or she would spank my ass, making those four fingers up above reverberate inside my asshole.

Over and over, her tongue speared my welcoming depths, then I felt her stabbing and wildly shaking her nose inside me. Simply covering her face in pussy, she hungrily growled, "God, I want to climb inside you and eat your pussy until you explode, then I could just bathe in your warm, silky cum. Baby, I adore your gorgeous cunt."

In the meantime, the fingers in my ass had been replaced by two tongues wrestling sexily inside me. Holding me open with two hands per cheek, they'd spread me to the point that by turning their mouths opposite to each other they were able to get both their tongues into my asshole. Deep inside my clenching bottom Michelle and Trish were Frenching, and I couldn't stop cumming. I can't gush the way Trish does, but I was flowing like a faucet, and Lisa was crying out with laughter as my pleasure poured all over her beautiful face.

Finally, she pulled her mouth away; replacing it with four fingers, she slammed straight into my pussy, all the way up to the palm of her hand. I screamed again, then I moaned in sheer delirium when I felt her tongue join Michelle's and Trish's in my asshole. I had all three girls Frenching each other deep inside my trembling ass, and I was howling!




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 03



As they continued tongue-wrestling in my writhing bottom, Lisa started slapping my thighs really hard. First the left, then the right, alternating, doubling and tripling, she was raining hard smacks down on my thighs while Michelle and Trish were spanking my ass! 

I was completely out of my mind, just floating in the ecstasy, when Lisa totally lost it. With a huge shove she forced her shoulders between my thighs and up into my hips, lifting me until I was upside down. Letting loose a wild cry of unbridled lust, she spread my ass and buried her face in my pussy.

Feeling her screams inside my pussy was the hottest thing ever, and it only got better when Michelle turned Lisa's screams into nonstop moans.

Having slid beneath us on her back, Michelle was cupping and spreading Lisa's ass while noisily eating her pussy. Since I had Michelle's pussy directly below me, I slurped up her initial wetness before taking her pink clit firmly between my lips. I knew that if I gave her a good orgasm she would thoroughly drench my face and hair in cum, so I eagerly ravaged her pretty little bud.

Suddenly Lisa screamed into my pussy again before shouting, "Oh, fuck, you bitch!! That's so big in my ass!"

I couldn't see what was happening, but Trish must've shoved something up Lisa's ass, and knowing Trish it wasn't small, nor had she been particularly gentle about it.

I was becoming light-headed from being upside down, yet as long as Lisa was willing to hold me up like that I was going to keep eating Michelle's beautiful pussy. Deciding I wanted more, I spread her open by sliding my hand into her deep crack, then I jammed three fingers straight into her ass. As she screamed into Lisa's pussy, I giggled into hers, since that was the first time I'd ever slammed something into her the way the girls always slammed things into me.

I began talking into her pussy. "You like that, don't you? You want it up your ass! I know you do!"

Trish laughed, "'Chelle, did she really go in your ass?"

Michelle screamed into Lisa's pussy, "FUCK YES, SHE DID! SHE'S TRYING TO FIST ME! AHHH, YESSS!!"

And she was right, I was. Since Lisa was fucking my ass with three fingers while ravenously eating my pussy, yeah, I was curling my thumb into my palm and trying to force my tiny hand inside Michelle's gorgeous bottom.

She deserved it, too. After all those times she'd assaulted me, she so deserved it. I knew it was time to love her back, just the way she always loved me. I could tell she didn't think I would, either, so I let my saliva drool into her ass and kept licking there, trying to give her enough lube while continuing to drive my hand inside her. Even though I couldn't quite get it to go, I was still fucking the hell out of her ass, and I never stopped chewing on her clit.

She was bound to lose it, then I'd get my reward. 

Lisa shouted, "Jesus, Trish! Yes! Ram it in all the way! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I could feel her face and body moving in rhythm with whatever Trish was doing to her ass. I figured it still had to be her ass, because I could hear Michelle wildly moaning into her pussy.

Speaking of which, Michelle's moans were becoming more breathy and high-pitched; I knew she was getting close, even as Lisa kept smacking my ass and making me crazy. I shoved hard, and finally my whole hand popped inside, all the way to my wrist! She let loose with the sexiest scream ever, right into Lisa's pussy! God, it was awesome! I was totally fisting her ass, just fucking her brains out, and she exploded in a great, big orgasm! Pulling my mouth back, I laughed and cried out with joy as she doused my face and hair in a torrent of hot girl-cum.

The three of us eventually collapsed in a heap, tumbling down together onto the grass. Laughing and panting, we were completely delirious.

Trish was beaming as she stood over us, and Lisa guffawed, "No way! That's what you shoved up my ass?"

Holding an oversized hairbrush with the longest, thickest handle I'd ever seen, Trish just smiled at her. "I had a feeling you'd love it. You guys are good."

"You are such a total perv," laughed Lisa.

"And you wouldn't have it any other way," giggled Trish, moving to the steps of the pool.

Michelle was the first one to get up, zombie-stumbling across the patio before simply letting herself fall into the water. Lisa and I soon dragged ourselves after her; on shaky legs she slowly walked while I just crawled on all fours. Sliding over the edge of the pool, I was slithering face-first like an alligator down the wide steps when Trish grabbed my hips, pulled me onto her lap and began petting my ass.

There I was, holding myself up by my hands on the second step, my face nearly touching the water. My legs and ass were cradled in her lap as she sat lounging by the side of the pool with her feet on the first step.

I looked back at her, and she gave me a smoky grin. "Baby, I may never see an ass like this again. I'm going to make the most of it, while I still can."

My arms were already beginning to shake even before she began to spank me. 

Smack! Smack! Smack! Then she'd stop and smooth my ass with slow, easy strokes, using the pool water to soothe me. 

Smack! Smack! Smack! Right on my asshole, full open-palm swats, then more soothing caresses with the cool water.

She also slapped my pussy, probably a dozen times, though ever more gently with each turn, until finally she was simply caressing my entire bottom. She was using two hands to spread me...stroke me...worship me. The way she lovingly ran her fingertips up and down my hamstrings to my inner thighs, I could feel her savoring every inch.

"Mmmmmm, Trish, that feels so good. You should do this to Lisa and Michelle, too," I cooed, slowly writhing my ass beneath her hands.

Trish looked over at them; they were locked in their own embrace, kissing. "I will, but it'll never be like it is with you. I've never loved a body the way I love yours."

"Because of my ass."

"Yes, baby, because of your ass, and because it's you. I've been all around the world, and you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you really are, and we all know it, but it's not just that. You have the prettiest face, the most perfect tits and the nicest legs of our whole group, though Lisa and Michelle are right there, too. They're both truly gorgeous."

"So are you," I smiled, as she continued to caress and fondle my bottom.

"I'm different-looking and, yes, very pretty. I love to fuck, plus I'm really good at it because I love it so much. Baby, you're all that too, but you're extraordinary. You are such a natural that you're well past the point of needing any help. Once you finally turn yourself loose on the world, men included, you're going to be the brightest star in the heavens. Your face, legs and ass are so beautiful that you'll go places most women will never see. Dawn, when all is said and done, you're going to be simply unforgettable."

With a wistful sigh she patted my bottom, letting me know she was done.

I crawled the rest of the way into the water, giggling up a bunch of bubbles when I felt her grab my ankles. She held me like I was a wheelbarrow, walking me down the steps and all around the shallow end of the pool. With my head almost to the bottom, I could only hear the muted sounds of the three girls laughing.

Coming up for air, I smoothed back my long hair. She was watching my every move, and I stepped into her arms for a warm, tender kiss; as our tongues gently melded together, slow hands roamed with languorous grace in exploration of breasts, hips, faces and bottoms.

Finally pulling away, she stared at me with a thoughtful, almost melancholy expression.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing's wrong, baby. Nothing at all. It's just...wow. Now I see why Michelle is so in love with you."

Smiling, I kissed her. "You're silly. Kissing me is no different than kissing any other girl."

She took me by the hands. "Baby, you just keep believing that, and before you know it the world will be all yours."

I splashed her, then we swam a little and played a lot before finally climbing out of the water. Side by side we lay on the grass, and I looked over to see Michelle and Lisa still going at it in the pool. They were really getting into their kissing, making sexy lip-smacking sounds, their hands leaving urgent impressions all over each other's body.

Breaking their kiss, Lisa led Michelle up the steps and over to a lounger, where she gently pressed her down onto her back. She kissed her pussy, and Michelle lay back moaning as Lisa nuzzled and licked her soft, wet lips.

Trish and I watched them for a few more moments, then I slid between her legs. Spreading her open, I lifted her thighs onto my shoulders. "I want to fuck you," I whispered, looking into her eyes.

"Baby, you can do whatever you want to me." Smiling softly, she curled a lock of hair over my ear.

I gave her a chaste kiss on her spreading pussy lips, which made her laugh, then I grinned, "Trish, I want your pussy...my mouth on your lips, tasting you. Baby, you have such a beautiful pussy. I want to make you gush, and I want to drink you. I need you to let me make you cum. Will you do that for me?"

"Drink me..." she grinned, spreading her legs wide. Her whole body was just so tight and sleek, and her pussy was a golden slit. Her spread legs were a dancer's elegance, her skin hot to the touch.

I slipped my index and middle fingers of each hand into her split, peeling apart her delicate folds. "You're so pink inside," I whispered, and she smiled as I leaned down to touch her center with the tip of my tongue. Her back arched, and I released her lips to cup her bottom. "God, Trish, you have such a tight, sexy ass," I said, squeezing it, speaking between tastes of her pussy.

"It's tight, yes, but yours is so much better."

"Shhhh...." I kissed her thighs on either side of my face. "Your ass is perfect. Every inch of you is perfect." I kissed all over her inner thighs, her tummy, her asshole, and finally back to her pink slit. "You have a gorgeous, delicious pussy, Patricia."

She moaned, and I pressed my lips inside. I was trying to force my mouth all the way into her pussy.

"Oh god, Dawn, say my name again. No one but my mother has ever called me that, and it sent shivers down my spine..." she breathed, wrapping her legs around my head to pull me into her.

"Mmmm, Patricia," I whispered, "I love your beautiful body, and I need your cum. Please, give me your pussy...Patricia...."

I felt her thighs gently shake as I sucked on her beautiful slit, alternating between her clit and her inner core. The entire time, I never stopped cupping and caressing her tight, smooth ass. She jumped when I nipped at the skin where her thighs join her torso. I took it between my teeth to give it a little tug, and she jerked; a tiny squirt from her pussy landed on the side of my neck, just below my ear.

"That's a good girl, Patricia. More...." While still holding her ass with one hand, I used the other to begin gently fucking her.

"You're going to make me cum..." she moaned, and I could feel her becoming wetter. Drenching my chin, her moisture was beginning to drip down her thighs. I curled my fingers into the roof of her pussy, where I began stroking her rougher patch of hot velvet. 

Her moans were starting to warble as her thighs thrashed around my head, her feet sliding up and down my back.

"I want your gorgeous cum," I whispered, urging her on. I could feel it building; her thighs tightening, her tummy quivering; her moans becoming sharper, more staccato.

"Ohhhh...oh...ohhhh, Dawn...." A high-pitched whisper.

I trebled the intensity of my attack on her clit. "Now, Patricia?" Taking it between my teeth, I nipped at her pink delight.

"Ohhh...oh fuck! Now! NOW!" she shrieked.

Holding her ass in place with both hands, I pulled my head back to hover my wide-open mouth over her pussy.

Her first gush was a light arcing onto my cheek, just below my eye. The second warning squirt shot straight out, hitting me between my collarbones. The third shot, that was the one I wanted. That was my prize. Wailing in the late morning sunshine, she gushed a clear, beautiful stream directly into my laughing mouth before shooting two, three, four more clear gushes all over my face. I couldn't begin to keep up with it, so I simply let her shower my face and hair in cum, then I was right back down on her pussy, drinking and swallowing for all I was worth. She kept bucking and quaking, and still I held on, pressing my lips to her pulsing pussy as she rode it out.

Once she was finally done cumming, she frantically pulled me up by my shoulders. When I was lying on top of her, our breasts touching, she licked all over my face; kissing and licking, then kissing me again and again, she cupped my chin while gazing intensely into my eyes. "You can't leave us. Please, don't give this to California. Stay here...be our star," she whispered, pulling me in for a fierce hug.

I hugged her just as fiercely, kissing her full, pouty lips. We rolled together onto our sides, holding each other until finally we managed to calm down a little. A few minutes later Trish was lying serenely beside me, and I caressed her beautiful face. She seemed to be dozing off.

After rolling over to see what the girls were doing, I had to grin. They were still on the lounger, and Michelle was hungrily lapping away at Lisa's shining pussy. Our gorgeous gypsy was moaning quietly while writhing on Lisa's tongue when suddenly she glanced up, her attention having been diverted by something.

Michelle and I followed her gaze. I don't know what they saw, but I saw the corner of the curtain in Paul's bedroom window quickly move before coming to rest.

Continuing to watch the girls and the window, I noticed Michelle's face light up with a quirky smile, then she whispered something that made Lisa grin. Getting up from the lounger, Lisa stretched onto her tiptoes. Twisting back and forth, her arms extended high above her head, she was just impossibly beautiful.

I knew exactly what she was doing. Following Michelle's suggestion, she was preening and posing, showing off her amazing body to Paul.

Still grinning, Lisa took Michelle by the hand; together they strutted back to the pool, walking slowly and oh so sexily before easing their way down each step. With their hips swinging in exaggerated arcs, Lisa's big, gorgeous tits juddered with each footfall, and Michelle's incredible nipples were in full riot.

Subtly glancing up, I saw Paul's curtain shift again.

"God, Lisa..." I heard Michelle say. When I looked over to the pool, Lisa was doing an elegant backstroke, her bronzed, toned body with her tantalizing mounds making for an incredibly sexy slipstream. The flowing water sparkled dazzlingly on her glistening pussy, and even though it was quite a warm day her nipples were fully erect...such inviting targets.

Leaving Trish to her catnap, I got up and went over to the deep end of the pool, where I retrieved my panties floating near the metal steps. I plucked them out and slipped them on, which felt really clammy.

"Whatcha doing?" Michelle asked, noticing that I was getting dressed. 

As I was heading towards the patio table to retrieve my top, I heard the pounding of heavy feet running like crazy inside the house; they were flying down the stairs, then the front door opened and slammed closed. "I just want to go check on something. I think Paul might be home, and we're all out here naked," I said, slipping on my gauzy little baby doll top.

"So? Ask him if he'd like to get naked and come join us," she said, smiling goofily.

'Sure...' I thought, 'like any guy in his right mind wouldn't want to join us, especially when at least one of the girls, if not two, have their horny sights set on him.' Grinning, I said, "That may be fine for you, but Trish over there is asleep, and I don't know whether—"

"Yeah, right!" laughed Michelle. "Like Trish of all people would mind being caught in the nude by your hella-hot little brother!"

I knew she was right, and I also noticed that Lisa was remaining conspicuously silent.

"Yeah, well, fine, but I'm his sister. I at least need to put something on."

Michelle just smiled. "So that's your story, and you're sticking to it, huh? Okay, baby, if you say so. Go warn your little brother about the naked girls."

'Shit. She knows, or at least she suspects. She's not buying this at all,' I thought, silently kicking myself.

I realized that I did want to protect him, then it hit me: It wasn't Paul who I wanted to protect...it was me. I wanted him all to myself! 'What the hell is wrong with me? I'm going to be leaving soon for California, and why should I begrudge him Lisa anyway? I love Lisa. She's an absolutely awesome girl. My god, I could hardly hope for anyone better for my little brother, so why don't I want him to be with her? What's my problem here?'

Michelle instantly sensed my turmoil. With a friendly grin, she splashed my ankles. "Go, baby...save your little brother."

Lisa gave me another enigmatic smile.

'God, you're such an idiot. Who do you think you're fooling here?' Berating myself, I turned to go into the house. Hurrying through the kitchen, I immediately headed upstairs to Paul's room. His door was open, and he was putting down his stuff as if he'd just gotten home.

'We're both so completely full of shit,' I thought, laughing to myself.

"Hey," he said, a bit too casually, and I noticed his glance went straight to my wet panties.

I took a peek down. "Oops," I giggled. "Guess they got a little wet, huh?"

Staring at my pussy, he grinned, "How come your panties are soaking wet, but your top isn't? Not that I'm complaining or anything."

"Oh, well, I thought I heard you come home, and the girls and I were swimming. I was, you know, umm...."

"Also, how come your legs are still dry when your panties are wet?"

Sighing, I smiled. "Okay...busted. You got me. I was naked, Paul. I was naked and all dried off, but when you came home I had to throw my panties back on, which Trish had tossed in the pool. Even though they were wet, I put them on so the girls wouldn't see me running around naked in front of you. Then I came up to your room, and here I am."

He smiled again, his stare moving to my breasts. Despite my top being dry, I knew he could see my tits and even my nipples as clear as day. Like my mesh panties, that top hid absolutely nothing, which is why Trish got such a big kick out of my willingness to wear it around Mom, Dad and Paul.

I found myself thinking, 'I'm not even sure why I bothered to switch tops this morning. When Mom complained about my scratchy sweatshirt, I should've just taken it off for her, right there in the kitchen. Going topless would've scarcely been any more revealing than wearing this, and Mom ended up baring my breasts to Dad anyway.

'I should've just taken my top off, and left it off. That would've really excited Trish, knowing I ran around topless all morning in front of everyone.

'Why didn't I think of that? I should've ditched these panties, too! It hardly would have made any difference, plus Trish would've absolutely freaked out over the thought of me going totally naked around the house! Damn it, that's exactly what I should've done! God, what if I hadn't been wearing any panties when I was pressing Dad's bare cock into my pussy? We were already practically fucking, and I know Mom would've loved for me to be completely nude then, with Dad's huge cock playing in my pussy. Mmmm, I bet she would've had me use my ass to tease his dick to death, until finally he would have just—'

"Too bad your top also isn't wet," smirked Paul, interrupting my reverie.




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 03



"Like it would make any difference. This thing barely covers anything, and you can totally see right through it anyway," I grinned, smoothing the sheer material over my nipples to demonstrate my point.

Trying to hide his growing erection, he quickly took a seat on his bed. "Well, yeah, but if it was wet, too, like down there...." After staring at my pussy for a few moments, he returned his attention to my breasts.

Moving to the window, I gave him a sexy smile before leaning forward to peer out between a gap in the curtains. I knew he was staring at my bare ass. "These panties are the ones that show just as much of my crack as my bikini, but they also show the rest of my ass, right?" I asked. Without looking back, I shifted from one foot to the other, wiggling my bottom as I took a peek outside.

His voice caught in his throat. "Uhh...uh-huh. Those are your small ones."

I couldn't help but smile. I just loved the way he always became so nervous around me.

"So, okay, do you like these better, or my bikini? Now these are wet too, so you can make a fair comparison."

Looking out the window, I saw Michelle waving at me while giggling with her other hand over her mouth. I stuck my tongue out and flipped her the finger. She made a fake shocked-face, then she just about died laughing.

"Paul..." I said, prompting him from his silence.

"Ummm...these. I like these panties even better than your bikini."

"Is it because they look better on me, or is it simply because you can see more?"

Hearing him slowly gulp, I giggled to myself while staring out the window. Michelle and Lisa were making out again in the shallow end of the pool. God, they looked so amazing together. I also noticed that Trish was awake and lying on her stomach, watching them with her head propped up in her hands. They were all talking and laughing, but since the window was closed I couldn't hear what they were saying.

Paul cleared his throat. "These look better on you...because they show more of you. Dawn, you're the most beautiful girl in the world. You're way prettier than anything you could ever wear, so it's always just a matter of how much of you I get to see, in terms of what are my favorite things."

I watched as Lisa led a grinning Michelle back to their lounge chair. Climbing on top of her, she went straight into a sixty-nine. They were directly below our window, and I saw Michelle spread Lisa's ass, then her long tongue flashed into the pink space between Lisa's legs. When Lisa leaned forward to return the favor, I saw her pretty little asshole.

Watching them lick each other's pussy, my mouth watered.

'Is she showing herself to me, or is she hoping Paul is watching?' I wondered. I just knew I was becoming very wet. My thoughts returned to Paul, who was still staring at my nearly naked bottom. Grinning, I said, "If that's the case, then this would probably look best of all to you...." Wiggling my hips, I slid my panties below my ass, all the way down my thighs; letting them hang there, suspended between my knees, I leaned into the window sill again. "Does it look better like this?" I purred, suggestively wagging my tail.

I felt hands touching me. He'd put them on my bare hips, and was pressing against me. "Yes," he whispered hoarsely.

"Yes, what?" I whispered back. "Tell me. Say it to me."

He touched my long hair cascading down my back; I arched my spine until my hair was tickling my ass.

"Yes, it looks even better like this. I want you naked. I want to see your ass, and—"

"And what? Little brother, what do you want to see?" I put my knees together, letting my panties fall to the floor. Stepping out of them, I grasped the tiny scrap of mesh with my toes and flung it onto his bed. Arching my back again, I spread my legs, opening myself for him. "Tell me. You want to see my ass, and I'm showing it to you. I've taken off my panties, hoping you'll touch me. I know you want to feel my ass, not just my hips. Say it, baby. What else do you want to see, and what do you want to touch? What do you want to do to me?"

After a few moments of hurried clothes-rustling sounds, I felt hands returning to my hips, then a rock-hard cock protected only by thin boxers was pressing into my naked bottom.

In a whisper I could barely hear, he said, "I want to see your pussy, and I want to feel it. I want to touch you."

With his thick length splitting me, I quietly moaned. "You can touch me...under one condition."

His hands stroked my hips before sliding down to my soft cheeks. I bounced my ass, inviting him to explore.

"What condition?"

"Mmmm, yes, touch me, baby. You can do anything you want to me...anything...if you just tell me what you saw...and if you tell me what you were doing as you spied on us from this window."

Pressing hard into my ass, I felt his cock throb, gloriously erect in his boxers.

"God, it's so big..." I whispered. "I can feel you in my ass, all the way up to my back. Tell me what you saw, then you can do anything you want to me with that huge cock. Lean against me, baby. Look over my shoulder, out the window. Watch them with me, and tell me what you saw."

He pressed into me again, flattening my breasts against the wall. "I'll tell you, but I don't want to watch them. I want to watch you..." he whispered hotly in my ear.

"You don't want to watch three beautiful naked girls having sex?"

Making me moan, he pulled my hips back and slid his wildly erect cock through the channel of my ass.

'God, I wish he wasn't wearing those boxers. It'd be just like Dad this morning, only with no panties in the way,' I thought, beginning to pant.

"I'd rather look at and feel your naked body, right here in my room," he said, moving his erection up and down my deep split. Pausing a moment, he tried to pull my top off, and I raised my arms to make it easy for him. After tossing it next to my panties on the bed, he cupped my bare breasts and pressed back into me.

"I'm completely naked now. You have what you want. Your cock is in my ass, and you're squeezing my breasts. Now tell me..." I hissed.

Looking out the window again, I saw that Trish had joined the girls in a daisy chain on the grass. She was licking Lisa's pussy, and Lisa's face was between Michelle's thighs, tongue-stabbing her ass. Michelle was between Trish's thighs; while I could see her head moving in and out, I couldn't quite tell what she was doing.

My pussy was beginning to drip down my legs. Reaching to feel it on my thighs, I rubbed it between my fingertips, studying its texture, then I slid two fingers up through my crack, over his cock and onto my ass, where I spread the warm, silky moisture on my smooth skin.

"What did you see? I know you were watching us, then you ran downstairs and slammed the door, as if you were just coming home. I heard you, Paul, and I saw you. I just don't know how long you'd already been spying on us before I caught you."

Waiting for his answer, I slowly moved my hips in sexy circles.

"Not long," he finally said.

"Thank you, baby. You can have me now." Grinding my ass on his pulsing cock, I reached back with both hands, spreading myself for him.

"Oh, fuck!" he moaned. I felt him stiffen, then my ass was suddenly becoming wet.

I looked back, and the front of his boxers was a spreading mess. "It's okay, baby. Let's take these off. I'd rather feel your bare cock anyway," I said, kneeling to pull his shorts down. He was blushing like crazy, and I shook my head. "Paul, don't be embarrassed. I totally understand. I feel the same way right now, but it's just more obvious when you cum. I'm telling you, don't worry about it. I promise, you're fine."

I took him into my mouth, licking the hot cum from his wilting erection. He had a lot spread around his balls, and I took those into my mouth too, gently sucking each one. After giving him a thorough tongue-bath, I playfully licked between his legs, which made him jump. Giggling, I forced the tip of my tongue inside, which really made him jump, then I sucked his balls again before returning to his medium-soft cock. Licking all along its rubbery length, I popped the head back into my mouth and pressed my tongue to his piss slit, wanting every last drop.

I just loved cum; I definitely knew that much. Anyone's cum, girl or boy, I loved it.

When he was all nice and clean, I jumped up and looked out the window again. No change. The girls were still in the same position, eating each other in a three-way. Wanting to hear them, I gently cracked open the window a few inches.

They weren't talking, but I could hear little slaps, slurps and moans.

Satisfied that I could keep track of them, I turned my attention back to Paul. "Now where were we?" I whispered, waving my bottom at him. "Oh yeah, you were staring at my ass, weren't you? If I recall correctly, you were also rubbing your big, delicious cock up and down my slit, right against my wet pussy. You were about to tell me what you saw as you were watching us."

Paul gingerly stepped back up to the plate, though rather than press against me he moved down into a squatting position directly behind me. He put both hands on my ass, and I think I startled him with my sudden moan. Squeezing and staring, he said, "I came home and saw Trish's car in the driveway. First, I checked the garage. Dad's car was gone, so I knew they'd already taken off for the weekend. Then I went looking for you, and when I couldn't find you anywhere I thought maybe you and Trish were hanging out by the pool."

"Yes, and then what?" 

He was simply cupping my ass with his palms, fingers spread, just sort of taking the measure of me. I didn't care. His hands were on my bare bottom, and that was all that mattered. Spreading my legs a bit further, I felt another dribble of pussy juice drip down my thigh.

"Smooth it on my ass," I whispered, directing his hand to my errant drops of excitement. "Cover my ass in it. If your cock begins to dribble, spread that on my ass, too. Rub your beautiful cock all over me."

I felt him swipe his fingers up my right thigh, almost to my pussy, which made me want to hunch down onto his hand. He pulled it away and smoothed it over my right cheek, then he did my left thigh, and this time I was ready for him. When he came close to my pussy, I captured the side of his hand. "Touch me. Get your hand wet with my pussy. Spread it all over me. You want my ass, so let's make it really wet and sexy."

He swiped his fingers across the bottom of my pussy, and my knees nearly buckled when he licked my slit. Pulling his mouth away, he used his fingers to spread the much more copious moisture right through my center, splitting my lips before fanning his hands out across my ass.

"God, yes, just like that. Go on..." I moaned.

He was still kneeling behind me...squeezing my ass, staring at my ass, licking my ass...savoring it with his hands, eyes, and mouth. Finally he said, "I found all of you out by the pool. I was about to slide the patio door open and come outside, until I saw Lisa get up from the lounger. She was naked! Swear to god, she was totally naked, and beneath her was Michelle, who was also naked! I could tell that Lisa had been between Michelle's legs, going down on her. I didn't want you guys to see me, so I ducked away and snuck out of the living room. Then I ran upstairs. As soon as I got here, I looked out the corner of my window, hoping to see some more. At first, I only saw Michelle and Lisa, right beneath my window."

"What were they doing?"

I was letting him caress and squeeze my ass while I watched Trish straddle Michelle's face. Lisa was lying on my towel, watching. She was on her stomach, facing away from me, and I was staring at her beautifully tanned bottom glistening in the sun.

I wanted to be down there, nuzzling her perfect curves.

"They were eating each other, with Michelle on top. I started to jerk off in my shorts," Paul said, regaining my attention.

"I don't blame you. I would've done the same thing. Where were Trish and I?"

"Like I said, at first I couldn't find you, then I spotted the two of you over by the fence, on the grass. You both looked asleep, and you were a lot farther away, so I went back to watching Michelle and Lisa. I couldn't believe it! You were all totally naked!"

'Hmmm...so he didn't see me fucking Trish,' I thought, smiling to myself.

He continued, "At one point, a couple of minutes later, I thought I saw Lisa look up at me. It was when Michelle was between her legs, eating her out."

"Yep, that's when I saw you. I saw Michelle and Lisa look up, then I saw the curtain move. I knew you were watching us." 

"Yeah, I saw you guys look up, but I wasn't sure if you actually caught me, since I was only looking through a tiny corner of the curtain. Still, I moved away."

"What'd you do when you moved away?"

I felt him get up and stand behind me, his hands returning to my hips. I looked over my shoulder, and his crazy-huge dick was totally hard again. Grinning, I took it in my hand and pressed it back into my ass. "You feel so much better to me when there's nothing in the way...no panties...no boxers...just your warm, sexy cock kissing my skin..." I purred, sliding it up and down my crescent split.

Nodding eagerly, he pressed into me, making me moan. I ran my fingers through my pussy, gathering up as much moisture as I could, which I smoothed all over his long, solid shaft and into the deep divide of my ass. Leaning forward, I folded my arms in the window. "Go on. What'd you do when you moved away?"

"I pulled my dick out and jerked off."

"Did you cum?"

Arching my back, I stood on the balls of my feet. I wanted more direct contact against my pussy.

"No. I was about to, but then I looked through the curtains again and accidentally bumped them. It was really bad, and I saw you look right at me. When you got up, I threw my shorts back on and ran down the stairs. The rest, you know. I came back in the house, making sure to slam the door. I wanted you guys to hear me, so you could cover up or whatever. I ran upstairs, then you came in."

I looked back at him. "They don't want to cover up. They want me to invite you to come join us."

His eyes went wild, and I felt his enormous cockhead start to dribble on me. Taking his immense shaft back in my hand, I slowly ran it through his little cum-dribbles on my ass, then I had him do it. "Rub it in. Rub your cum into my ass. Use your dick and rub it into my pussy, too. It feels so good, your bare cock moving between my legs. Do it, baby. Rub your hard cock inside my pussy."

I was coming really close. I needed to feel that thick cock inside me. I wanted him to fuck me.

He slid his cock through my crack, using his fingers to spread our moisture around.

"Does it look good like this, Paul? Naked, spread open, shining with our wetness?"

He moaned, and I felt a little more of his cum dribble onto me.

"God, yes, Dawn, it looks awesome. Your ass is just insane. Tell me, though, what did you say when they said they wanted me to come join you guys?"

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't just tell my own brother that I didn't want to share him. Still, what was I supposed to say? "Paul, a group of beautiful girls wanted you to come play in the pool with them. They were totally into it, but I didn't think you would enjoy hanging out with a bunch of hot, naked, horny cheerleaders."

No, I had to tell him the truth.

"Paul, they wanted you to see them naked, especially Lisa. She has a major crush on you, which I only just learned today. After they told me all about it, I didn't want you to come outside."

"Huh? Why?"

Closing my eyes, I lay my head on the window sill. "Because of this..." I whispered, reaching back to take his towering erection in my hand. Angling my hips, I guided it down through my ass, then lower, to my pussy; wet, so warm and wet, through my slit; lower still, to the mouth of my pussy, where his immense crown pressed its way in, my soft petals blooming in a welcoming embrace of the thick shaft slowly penetrating me.

Thrusting my ass against him as his seemingly never-ending length drove deep inside me, I looked back over my shoulder and moaned, "Baby, I just couldn't stand the thought of anyone but me being the first girl to—"

Laughter, at the top of the stairs, heading straight towards us.

Oh my god. I'd forgotten about the girls.

~to be continued~ 

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Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 04



Thanks go out to EldridgeinOO for his excellently critical eyes and the help they provide in spotting errors I always seem to miss when I edit my own stories.

This was especially kind of him to do so with this chapter, since he took time out from his vacation abroad to help with his one.

Then again, come to think of it, maybe he should really be thanking me? 

See, our boy Eldridge is now so hard up for spank material that he was no doubt grateful for the chance to read and help edit this story. While vacationing with his family it's difficult for him to sneak away for some quality 'alone time' with his beloved fuck stories, so spot-checking this story provided him with at least a little break from hiss endlessly prattling on about 'footie.'

~Mrs. Eldridge catches Eldridge hiding in the guest bathroom, noodling away on his laptop .~

"Eldridge! You promised me there'd be none of your dirty stories while we were on vacation!"

"Honey, it's not what you think!"

"Oh really? I guess it's just my imagination then that you've got a computer on your knees and your cock in your fist."

"No, you've got it all wrong! I swear, I'm just editing some moron's short story for Reader's Digest! I was only jacking off 'cause of how hot your sister, err, I mean how hot you looked in your bikini down by the pool!"

Anyway, regardless of his motivations, after also re-submitting more cleanly edited versions of chapters one and two this entire series is now a much more cleanly edited affair. He's helped troubleshoot each chapter, and I would again like to thank him for his help.

Check out his "Conflicted" series. It doesn't suck, not even a little. 

All characters in this story are at least 18.

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I had Paul's hard cock poised at the entrance to my pussy. His large, spongy tip was spreading my lips, then it was plunging into my dripping wet sex. Leaning forward, I gasped at the feeling of his immense shaft splitting me open. Biting my arm while moaning for more, I pushed my ass against him, taking every last inch of his huge dick deep inside my tight, virgin pussy.

We were doing it. I was letting him fuck me. Making it even better, I was going to be watching Michelle, Trish and Lisa have wild sex while experiencing my first time with a boy. I was surrendering my virginity…to my baby brother. And he was giving me his.

It was perfect.

So there we were, starting to fuck. He had just driven his hungry cock all the way inside me, and my silky pussy was kissing his long, thick shaft, welcoming it in a warm embrace...

...when suddenly we heard laughter from the girls, right outside the door.

In sheer panic, we froze. We were about to be caught bare-assed naked, fucking. There was no time to get dressed. The girls were in the hallway, heading straight towards Paul's open bedroom door.

We were toast.

Just as we were pulling away from each other, certain that we were at least going to be caught naked together, with Paul sporting a huge, shining wet erection, we heard Trent Reznor sneer, "I want to fuck you like an animal…. I want to feel you from the innnnside.…"

Laughing, the girls stopped in the hallway, only a few feet from the door.

Thank god for cell phones.

Trish's favorite band is Nine Inch Nails, and Lisa and Michelle can't help but laugh every time her phone goes off with that ringtone, especially if we're somewhere quiet like a restaurant or the school library. Whenever that happens we always become totally embarrassed, while Trish just smirks.

She's simply incapable of feeling anything that even remotely resembles embarrassment, and we all love her for it.

When her crazy song went off just outside the door, Lisa laughed, "Jesus, Trish! I thought you said you were gonna change that damn thing!"

"I will, I will. I just haven't found anything I like better yet."

"You mean you haven't found anything more perfectly appropriate yet, you little slut. So who is it this time? Are we guessing a boy or a girl?" grinned Michelle.

"Why would those be the only two choices? This is Trish we're talking about here," added Lisa, and they all laughed.

"Oh, shut up. You're just jealous. Okay, let's see…" giggled Trish, pausing to check her phone. "Oooo, it's Carrie," she smiled.

Lisa and Michelle laughed again, and so did I, even as I was scrambling to throw on my baby doll top and panties. We all knew exactly why Trish smiled when she said, "Oooo, it's Carrie." That girl would only ever text Trish for one reason: "I'm horny, and my parents just left for the day, so get over here and fuck my brains out!"

Rushing to jump into his shorts while the girls were still teasing each other in the hallway, Paul dove onto his stomach atop his bed. Once I had my panties on, I dropped to the floor and leaned back against the wall, trying to look as casual as possible.

Uh-oh. Right in front of me, at the foot of the bed, lay Paul's cum-splattered boxers. I quickly tossed them into his open closet, where they landed on his golf clubs.

Folding my arms around my raised knees, I was just settling back against the wall again when the bedroom door swung open. Laughing together, the girls came stumbling into the room.

Chancing a quick glance between my legs to see how well I'd covered myself, I noticed that in my haste to throw everything on I'd left my panties slightly askew. They were sitting crookedly on my hips, leaving fully half of my wet pussy exposed. I was about to reach down and adjust them, but everyone was looking at me. I didn't want to draw their attention to my pussy, and that's exactly what would've happened had I started tugging on my panties.

"Well aren't you Mister Anti-Social? Jeez, were you ever going to come down and say hi to us?" Michelle asked Paul, as her means of greeting. Then she looked over at me. "And were you just going to ditch us and never come back? Sheesh!"

She smiled sweetly, letting me know she was only teasing.

Trish and Lisa flopped down onto the bed on either side of Paul, and Trish giggled as she gave him a huge whack on the ass. "Hi, handsome! Nice butt!"

"Hey, Trish," he said, looking up sheepishly as he rubbed his ass. "That hurt, you know."

"Oh, waaah!" she smiled.

He returned her smile. "Yeah, yeah. Anyway, why did everyone laugh just because Carrie called you?"

We all laughed again.

"What? Tell me!"

Michelle said, "Paul, I'm going to ask you something, and you have to answer honestly. I'll know if you're lying."

"Ummm…okay, what?"

"Were you watching us out your window?" she grinned, sliding down beside me against the wall.

Paul looked at her, then me, and I gave him the tiniest nod possible. Turning back to her, he nodded guiltily.

"So you saw us girls playing, right?"

Nodding again, he looked over at Lisa. Hiding her smile behind her long hair, she blushed and turned away. She was absolutely gorgeous.

"What you saw us doing out there, that's why Carrie calls Trish," said Michelle. "She wants to play. That's the only reason she ever calls Trish."

"Couldn't it be for something else? You know, maybe like cheerleading stuff, or school?"

"Sweetie," I grinned, "Michelle's the captain. If it has anything to do with cheerleading, she calls Michelle. If it's about schoolwork, she calls me."

Michelle laughed, "And if it has to do with sex, she definitely calls Trish! That's why we laughed, Paul. If it has anything to do with sex, we all call Trish."

"Not necessarily, Michelle. Our perfect little heartbreaker here usually calls you," said Trish, flashing me a knowing smile.

"That's because she knows I love her," grinned Michelle, happily hugging my thigh.

I subtly glanced up at Paul, who looked towards Lisa. When she saw him turn to her, she quickly turned to me.

The tension in the room was thick; only Trish and Michelle seemed unaffected by it. Trish seemed like she didn't even notice it, while Michelle seemed to be intentionally working it.

"Nice golf clubs," Trish said, laughing as she hopped up to grab Paul's underwear. Grinning, she showed us his boxers. After running her fingertips across the cum-smeared front, she rubbed them together, feeling his semen. "Yep, you were definitely watching us. I guess you really enjoyed the view, huh?"

Paul looked like he wanted to burrow right through the bed, all the way to China.

Trish threw the boxers at a shrieking Lisa, who tried to avoid touching them, only to have a giggling Trish pounce back on the bed and attack her with them.

While they were busy fighting over Paul's cummy underwear, Michelle whispered to me, "Baby, you know we can all see your beautiful pussy, right? Your panties aren't even covering anything. Your brother has been staring at it this whole time."

I looked at her with what I'm sure were wild eyes. She nodded, gesturing with her glance to my pussy.

Glancing down at my panties again, I could see both lips, including the slightly darker skin on either side. My entire pussy was out in the open. Somehow my panties had scrunched over into the crook of my thigh, completely exposing me.

Also, god, I was so wet that my lips and clit were literally glistening. With my knees raised to my chest, I was offering up quite the explicit display of my excited pussy.

Taking advantage of the fact that Lisa and Trish were still engaged in a furious wrestling match over Paul's boxers, Michelle said, "Lift…." When I lifted my hips, she quickly reached down with both hands to straighten my panties. After caressing my pussy with a few seconds of gentle, teasing strokes, she pulled the tiny mesh covering over my lips and primly gave them a couple of friendly finishing pats.

I responded with a "Thank you!" smile.

She shot me a sexy little grin and whispered, "Not that it matters much, since we can totally see your pussy through these panties anyway. Still, whatever you two were doing up here that made you take them off, you might want to be a little more careful next time with how you put them back on...especially when your pussy is this wet and horny." 

She playfully nipped at my ear, and I couldn't prevent myself from blushing. Affectionately squeezing my thigh, she gave me a sinister smile.

Wanting to hide my face from her, I looked towards the bed. The girls were still wrestling and laughing, with Trish trying to shove the boxers in Lisa's mouth.

Having managed to slip out from beneath them, Paul stood shaking his head beside the bed.

"God, girl, your little brother has an awesome cock," grinned Michelle, leaning into me.

"Yes, he does," I said, nodding. We both just stared at the enormous tent Paul was making in his loose shorts. Apparently the addition of three more scantily dressed cheerleaders hadn't helped him to calm down any, especially with two of them wrestling over his underwear right on top of him.

Suddenly Trish blurted out, "Jeez, Dawn, does everyone in your family have to be built like porn stars?" Giggling, she tossed Paul's boxers at his jutting flagpole. He was sticking out so far that the flying underwear actually caught the middle of his massive shaft and just hung there, like a wash cloth on a towel rack.

"Sorry," he muttered. Reaching into his closet, he quickly threw on an oversized t-shirt. It was long enough to cover his bulge, and while he had his back to us I could see his hands working. He was obviously tucking his cock into the waistband of his shorts, hoping to hide everything with the t-shirt.

"Awwww, don't put it away! We want to see it!" whined Michelle, tickling my tummy as she groaned her disappointment.

Trish grinned at Lisa. "You sure are being awfully quiet, all of a sudden. It's funny, too, since I bet he got so big and hard from looking out the window at you." Turning to Paul, she adopted a more serious tone. "Okay, now we need you to tell us the truth again. Is Carrie your type? Lisa seems to think that you have a crush on Carrie. Dawn says you don't. Who's right?"

Paul came over and sat down next to me, opposite Michelle. He looked at all of us before breaking into a slow smile. "Dawn is."

"See, Lisa!" crowed Trish.

Flashing a beautiful smile, a beaming Lisa flipped back her long black hair. My god, she was so pretty. The way she did that, it was just devastating.

"Wait a second…" Michelle said with a wicked gleam in her eyes, looking first at Paul then at all of us. "Are you saying Dawn is right about Carrie not being your type, or did you actually mean Dawn is your type?"

"He meant Carrie is not his type. I already told you that," I said, jumping in.

With a smoldering fire still burning in her deep brown eyes, Michelle grinned at me. She just loved seeing me squirm.

Paul looked at all of us again. "I meant both. Carrie isn't my type. Dawn is. You are, too, Michelle. You too, Lisa…definitely." Turning to Trish, he smirked, "No offense, but you would be too, except I'm a little afraid of you."

We all cracked up, Trish included, then she gave him a huge grin. "Sweetie, there's no reason to be afraid of me. I don't bite."

"You do too!" I laughed, making a big show of rubbing my bottom.

"Hey, that's not the same thing! I can't be blamed for that! Okay, Paul, other than your sister's perfect ass, I don't bite much. Still, no offense taken. I know what you mean, and I think it's very sweet."

"It really is," said Lisa, finally saying something.

We all looked at her.

"What? I'm just saying, yes, the way he tries to compliment all of us without placing any of us above the others, it's very sweet."

"Okay, Paul, they're right, that is very sweet, and definitely well played," Michelle said. "Still, if you had to pick one of us as the girl who's most your type, who would it be?"

Wanting to cut Michelle off at the pass, I said, "Leave me out of this. He's my brother." 

"Chicken," she grinned. "Fine. Okay, Paul, leaving your sister out of this, because we all know you'd pick her anyway, just like everyone else would, who would you choose?" Smirking, she playfully elbowed me in the ribs, making me laugh.

"Michelle, that isn't fair! Now you're just being mean!" Lisa said. Bolting from the bed, she ran out of the room and down the stairs.

I took off after her and caught up to her in the living room, where she stopped and turned to me. "Why does she do that? Why does she have to push so hard? Couldn't she see how embarrassed he was?" she shouted, nearly in tears.

"Baby, c'mon, it's just Michelle," I said, taking her by the hands. "That's the way she is. She's always trying to be a matchmaker, and she wants to get you two together. You know she means well."

"Dawn, it's really uncomfortable. Paul's got this huge erection in front of us, which he's obviously trying to hide. Of course we all have to tease him about it, making him even more self-conscious, after we already made a big deal about him cumming in his underwear. I'm surprised he didn't just run right out of there. If I were him, I would've died from embarrassment."

"I know, he was way embarrassed, but you and Trish had him trapped," I said, squeezing her hands. "You really care about my brother, don't you?"

She nodded shyly, her eyes welling up. "Yes, I do. I care about him a lot, and Michelle has to go and put him on the spot like that! What if he really likes her the most? How embarrassing would that be, to have to tell her under those circumstances?"

"Or what if he really likes you the most? Same thing."

"Exactly. What's he supposed to do? Is he going to say, 'Sorry, Michelle, and you too, Trish, but Lisa is my type. You're not.'"

"I think she knew that Trish wasn't going to be his first choice. I'm pretty sure she was trying to get him to admit that you are. She just wanted to see if she could get him to say something to you."

"That's not the way to do it. Maybe I'm not his type? I was right outside his window, totally naked. Why didn't he come down and talk to me, or at least perv over me, like any other guy would?"

"He's too shy. That's all it is. He couldn't go out there, not while we were naked and fooling around. He would have felt like he was intruding."

"But we all wanted him to come join us."

"He didn't know that. He thought he was catching us in a private moment, and c'mon, it freaked him out. Of course it did."

"He told you that? Is that what you guys were up there talking about that whole time?"

"Yep, pretty much."

"Is that why he came in his boxers? Was it from watching us? Did he tell you that, too?" she whispered excitedly.

"Yes, he admitted he was watching us. He said Trish and I were asleep, not doing anything. He said he only saw you and Michelle…you know.…"

I'd decided that a half-lie would be okay.

"Michelle and I fucking…" she said, finishing my thought. "God, now he must think I'm some huge lesbo. No wonder I'm not his type. He probably figures I'm nothing but a carpet muncher, right? I am such an idiot. Why did I let him see me like that?"

"He jacked off and came in his boxers, didn't he? He must not have been too put off by what he saw," I grinned.

"Did you catch him like that? You know, jerking off?" she giggled. "How did he get his underwear off in front of you, or was he already done by the time you got there?"

'Crap, this is getting messy,' I thought. I didn't want to have to keep lying. Still, what choice did I have? I had to keep telling half-truths, so I said, "He told me he'd been jerking off before I got there."

She exhaled. "So by the time you went upstairs to check on him, he'd already tossed his boxers away and put his shorts back on. Damn, he got lucky. What if you would have walked in on him like that? He would've died."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "He said he knew we'd caught him peeking, and when he saw me make a move to go into the house he quickly tried to hide what he was doing. By the time I made it up to his room, he was acting like he had just gotten home."

"So how did you pry it out of him? Seriously, what did you do to get him to admit that he'd been jerking off while spying on us?" she asked, with a big grin.

'Damn it,' I thought. Again, I had to dodge. "A sister has ways of making her brother talk," I smirked.

"Oh, c'mon! I don't have any brothers or sisters, and I wanna know!"

"Lisa, it was pretty obvious. I told him I'd heard the doors opening and closing again, along with feet running. This was all after I saw him peeking. I just told him I knew, and he admitted it."

"Was he embarrassed? I mean like insanely embarrassed, you know, that his sister caught him spying and jacking off?"

I laughed, "It's not like I actually caught him spanking his monkey! By the time I got there, he'd already put his shorts back on. Still, yeah, he was super embarrassed, but I told him it was okay, and not to worry about. In fact, I told him that you guys don't mind."

"You told him that we don't mind if he masturbates while spying on us? Wow!" she giggled, her hands going to her mouth in amazement.

"No, silly! I told him that you guys wouldn't mind him coming outside and seeing you all playing naked in the pool."

As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew I'd royally screwed up. Sure enough…

"So why didn't he come racing down to join us? You're right, we definitely wouldn't have minded."

Having backed myself into a corner, I had to lie my way out. "Ummm, he said he was too embarrassed. He told me he couldn't do it. He wanted me to stay there with him."

Lisa got a thoughtful look. "He would've seen you naked, too. He would have seen his sister fucking a girl."

"He did see me naked."

"But he didn't see you fucking anyone," she smirked.

"Nope, he didn't. At least that's what he told me."

"So, do you think he's lying? Do you think he saw you with Trish, or with all of us? God, can you imagine seeing your sister like that, especially when you're both virgins! He probably thinks you're a huge lesbo too, just like he probably thinks I am."




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 04



"Well, we kinda are, aren't we?" I giggled, tickling her.

"We are so NOT lesbos! I like boys, and I know you do, too!" she laughed, tackling me to the couch.

"Yeah, yeah, so how come your pussy always becomes so wet whenever we all get naked?" I grinned, rubbing our noses together.

"Why do you think? It's because of your amazing ass, you crazy bitch!" she laughed, pulling me to the floor. Wrestling and tickling, we rolled all around the living room, until finally she sat up on top of me. Panting, she gave me an evil smile. "Besides, I happen to know that I'm not a lesbian. I have proof."

Grinning, I asked, "What proof?"

"I want to fuck your brother."

We shrieked with laughter, then she giggled, "If you could, you know you would! I saw you drooling over his big dick, just like we all were. Admit it, you want him too." She grinned happily, and I couldn't help but blush. "Oh my god, it's true! You want to fuck your brother! Dawn wants to fuck her little brother!" she shouted with glee, laughing while tickling me.

She was only joking, yet suddenly everything she was saying must have all come crashing down on her. Maybe my face betrayed me, I don't know, but I was no longer laughing, and she instantly became panic-stricken. Flinging herself down on top of me, she hugged me tightly and wouldn't let go. "Oh, Dawn, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that. I didn't even think about what I was saying. I just got carried away. Baby, I'm so sorry."

I pulled her to my neck, where she couldn't see my face. She just kept frantically apologizing.

'God,' I thought, 'she is such a wonderful girl. She really wouldn't hurt a fly. She's completely beautiful, inside and out.'

That was the moment when I realized Paul and I would need to leave for California, and soon, before our friends caught us. I could deal with Mom and Dad finding out, but I couldn't handle the idea of all our friends and the whole school knowing.

As I stroked Lisa's hair, she sat up and pulled me back onto the couch. Holding my face in her hands, she was searching my eyes for anger, resentment or even shame. I knew that if she thought she had caused me any pain, it would absolutely break her heart.

I suddenly felt like such a selfish jerk for trying to keep Paul from her. I made another decision, which I told her right then and there.

"Lisa, you know Paul and I are leaving soon."

"How soon?"

'Tonight, if I could,' is what I really felt like saying, but instead I said, "In about a week."

"I'm going to miss you like crazy…and no, not just your amazing ass," she said, smiling softly while caressing my face.

'You really are the sweetest girl ever,' I thought. Kissing her hand, I said, "Lisa, I want you to be with Paul."

"You do? For real?"

"Yes, I do. I couldn't possibly ask for anyone better for him. I love you, Lisa, and I'd love it if you two were together."

Lisa hugged me and began to cry. Over and over, she told me how much she loved me.

I had another decision to make. Did I still need to be Paul's first? Or…did I want to push Lisa into his arms before we even took off for California? The thing is, I knew that once we were out of the house and on the road together, there was no way we weren't going to be having sex.

In the end, Lisa's beautiful, loving face made my decision for me. I'd leave it up to her, and to Paul. If he took Lisa first, then so be it. If he decided not to do it with me at all once he was with her, I would have to live with that too. If they just didn't hit it off, okay, that would be one thing, but I wasn't going to stand in their way. Lisa deserved a chance with him. She didn't need me trying to cock-block her.

"What are you thinking?" she asked, touching my lips.

Hugging her, I kissed her hair. "I was thinking how truly wonderful you are. Lisa, before we go on our trip, you should take him."

"You mean like…have sex with him?"

She stared intently into my eyes again.

"Of course that's what I mean. You're both virgins. Sink your hooks into him before he goes to California, then he'll be dying to come back home...to you."

"I'd love to, but I don't know whether I can move that quickly. Also, what if he doesn't even want me? Either way, I don't think we should rush into sex just because he's going to be away for a few weeks. If he really wants me, I promise I'll be here for him when he gets back. Whatever happens, though, I think we should take it at our own pace."

Grinning, she took me by the hand. "C'mon, let's get back upstairs, before he loses his virginity to both those sluts!"

I stopped her. "Are you okay with Michelle? Baby, she didn't mean any harm. She wants the same thing I do. She just wants you to be with him."

"I know," she said, pulling me in for a hug. "I'm fine. I just wish she was a bit more tactful, but don't worry, I'm not quite yet ready to kill her. Thank you, though, for caring so much."

Holding hands, we raced upstairs together. When we got to Paul's room, we were met by my bemused-looking little brother sitting on the floor with a goofy smile. He was watching Michelle and Trish wrestle on his bed. Michelle had managed to stretch his cummy boxers over Trish's head, and Trish was giggling like a lunatic while chomping away at them.

"Dawn, don't just stand there like a dork! Give him yours!" said Michelle, laughing as she spread Paul's cum all over Trish's eager, happy face.

"Sure, why not? It's not like he hasn't already seen me naked…" I said, smiling like it was no big deal as I tugged my tiny panties down and off. With Lisa looking on in stunned silence, I casually draped them over Paul's head.

He stared up at me in a panic, as if to say, "Are you crazy? Don't tell them about us!"

I gave him a mischievous grin. "You just saw me lying out in the nude only a half-hour ago, so what difference does it make?"

"Nice save," he said with his eyes, and I smugly returned his smile.

Lisa caressed my ass, then Michelle reached out from the bed to stroke it too. Meanwhile, Trish had worked her face through a leg hole of Paul's underwear; even being so silly, she still managed to look really sexy when she added her hand to theirs on my ass.

Paul gave me a nervous grin, watching in awe as I allowed my girlfriends to fondle my naked bottom right in front of him.

Michelle turned me by my hips, showing Paul my pussy, then she kept turning me, stopping when my ass was directly in his face. "Paul, did you know that your sister has the best ass in our entire school? It's official!"

"Yeah, I saw her trophy. You guys are crazy," he laughed.

"You showed it to him?" she guffawed, amazed that I would be so brazen.

I laughed, "Of course not! He found it in my closet. I had it hidden, but forgot to close my door. He just came blundering in and saw it. Besides, I still say Lisa has the best ass." I gave Lisa a sexy look, and she blushed before returning my smile. I reached out and slid my hand beneath her skirt; slowly drawing it inch by inch up her perfect thighs, I just had to tease her a little.

Something in Lisa snapped then. Her brown eyes suddenly flashed white hot, and her whole demeanor changed. She surprised the daylights out of me when she took my hand and slid it all the way up to her hip, baring her naked ass and pussy. After shooting me a spreading wildfire of a sinful grin, she sat right down on Paul, straddling him. Grinning over his startled expression, she hooked her arms around his neck and cooed, "I'd give you my panties too, only I'm not wearing any."

"I can see that. What happened to your panties?" he grinned. He was trying to be all suave and cool, like it was no big deal, but he was totally blushing!

"Nothing happened to them. I just prefer the feeling of going bare, so I rarely wear panties. Would you like me to put some on? I'm sure I could borrow a pair from your sister…maybe even these…that is, if you haven't already grown too attached to them," she said, fingering my tiny mesh panties he was holding in his lap. "You know what? Let's keep these pretty things someplace safe." Giggling sweetly, she stretched them over his head and down his neck, giving him a panties bandana!

"Okay, I'm not going to be the only one who's bottomless here…" I grinned, unzipping Lisa's skirt. When I had it all the way undone, she stood and shimmied her hips, making her skirt fall to the floor. She daintily stepped out of it, leaving her sexy hips and baby-smooth pussy only inches from Paul's astonished face.

"Isn't she totally gorgeous?" I whispered to him. Kneeling behind Lisa, I ran my hands over her silky thighs and supple ass. "What a beautiful, beautiful girl."

"Hush, you," she smiled.

"You really are completely gorgeous," added Michelle, coming over to put her hand on Lisa's shoulder. "I mean it. You are so beautiful," she said, caressing Lisa's face.

"You too. Hush…" Lisa whispered.

Paul looked at me, then Lisa. "God, yes, you're gorgeous. Lisa, you are unbelievable."

Trish had finally pulled Paul's underwear off her head. She was lying on her stomach, her face propped up in her hands.

Paul looked over Lisa's shoulder, questioning me.

Gently squeezing Lisa's beautiful hips, I nuzzled her shoulder with my lips, and she pressed my cheek to hers.

This was it. I could feel the change in Lisa, and even though part of me was still wracked with envy, plus a little jealousy, I felt the change come over me, too.

It was time for me to grow up.

I kissed Lisa on the side of her mouth, and she never moved away as I turned to Paul. "She wants you, little brother. She's been waiting forever, hoping you would be her first. This perfect girl wants to fuck you, right now. Take her, Paul."

He stared at Lisa, who shyly pressed her lips to my cheek, trying to hide her eyes. He looked at me again.

"I love you, and I'll be okay. Take her," I said again.

His eyes studied mine, and I gave him a tiny nod. Just the very corner of his mouth began to lift into a smile, then a sudden shadow darkened his expression. He looked at Michelle and Trish. "Lisa, do you really want to, or are they just pressuring you?"

Michelle was about to say something, but Lisa stopped her. "No, they're not pressuring me. It's all me, Paul. I really have wanted you forever. You just never noticed, and I didn't know how to make you notice. I thought you wanted Carrie."

That made Paul a little agitated. "Why does everyone always think I like Carrie? I mean, yeah, she's hot, but you're all hot. A guy would have to be crazy not to want every one of you, but Carrie was never my favorite. Not even close."

Lisa leaned into him, which made her ass entirely too tempting. Her back was arched, and her legs were spread. I swear to god, my mouth watered. When I slipped a finger down through her crack and over her slit, her pussy sucked it right in. She was as wet as I'd ever felt her.

Grinning at him, she said, "You've always been my favorite, and now I want to become yours. I don't want to wait any longer. Your sister is right. I want to feel you inside me. I want you to fuck me, with our friends watching. I want us to lose our virginities together, right here, with people who love us." 

Turning to me, she added, "And I want you to keep helping."

"How? I'm a virgin too, remember?" I giggled.

"I don't care. I need you to keep helping me. Dawn, help me fuck your little brother."

The sound of hot moans filled the room, and I realized it wasn't only Michelle's voice I was hearing; it was mine, too.

"Baby, I'll do anything you want," I said, kissing the nape of her elegant neck.

"Then show me how to fuck him," she answered, raising my chin to stare into my eyes.

"Incredible…" whispered Trish.

Turning Lisa back to Paul, I placed her hands at the snap to his shorts. "Open them. Pull his shorts off, and take him in your hand," I said, beginning to unbutton her wispy blouse. Once I got it started, I had Paul finish the job. When it was undone all the way, I pulled it aside, slowly unveiling her stunning breasts.

"Jesus…" he said, awestruck by her flawless beauty.

I lifted her breasts in offering before reaching out to place his hands on them; noticing how erect her delicious light brown nipples had become, I left her blouse on, deciding she looked even sexier that way. With the filmy white material whispering across her seductive thighs and the top of her ass, she was a vision of young gypsy sex.

"Girl, I don't think you have to worry anymore about whether you're his type. You are so his type…" giggled Trish, watching as Lisa's small hands brought Paul's incredibly hard cock out into the open.

Paul just nodded, wordlessly telling Lisa that she had nothing to worry about. She was definitely his type.

"Lift…" I said, sliding his shorts off while she pulled his long t-shirt over his head.

They were completely naked except for Lisa's open blouse, and right away she arched her back; taking the hint, Paul took her breast into his mouth, making her moan. She moaned a whole lot more, though, when I slid two fingers deep into her pussy. "Yes…" she whispered, which we could barely hear over the awesome squelching sounds of her wet sex. As she slowly fucked herself on my hand, her strong, sculpted thighs began a rhythmic up-and-down flexing motion.

Paul switched to her other breast, and I marveled at the sight of her soft flesh forming into delicate shapes as it accommodated his pressing fingers and hollowing mouth.

My baby brother was as hard as a rock, and leaking cum like a river. Lisa was using it as lube, noisily jacking him with both hands.

"Taste him…" I whispered in her ear; she responded by going to all fours between his legs. With her succulent ass raised high, I looked down the smooth, tapering delta of her hips. "You are so damn sexy…" I purred, running my hands over her ass and across her sinewy golden brown back.

While I watched in growing envy, she slid his length as far as she could into her mouth. Pausing to take hold of his hips, she went down, down, down, until only a few inches of hard cock were visible beyond her full lips.

"She's really never done that before?" Michelle asked Trish in obvious admiration.

Without releasing him, Lisa shook her head no. She was breathing through her nose, and her breathing only intensified when I slipped a third finger into her pussy.

"Good girl. If she's going to fit that monster in there, you'd better open her up," said Trish.

Lisa moaned around his cock, lifting momentarily to take a deep breath before plunging her head all the way down.

Leaning in, luxuriating in her rich, clean scent, I started licking her pussy. Although I was mostly doing it because I loved it, I was also making sure to drool inside her, trying to get her as wet as possible.

Her thighs began to spasm around my head, then I felt her first orgasm wash over my tongue. It was a warm, gentle flow, her superheated pussy turning to butter in my mouth.

"Paul, how are you doing up there?" I finally asked, lifting from Lisa's beautiful treasure.

He just moaned.

"I think he's getting close, and I want him in my pussy when he cums," Lisa said, pulling off of his cock. She quickly sat up, straddling him again while pressing his face to her breasts. "Suck me...suck my breasts in deep, like you were doing before. That felt amazing…" she panted, steadying herself with a hand on his shoulder. Using the other hand, she took his bobbing length and positioned it between her spread legs, directly at her dripping opening.

"Please…put it inside me…" she breathed, bringing my hand to Paul's cock.

"Wow…" Michelle whispered, watching as I grasped my brother's erection.

Trish said, "Lisa, Dawn is holding Paul in her hand. She's about to fuck you with her baby brother's huge cock. You are just awesome, girl, and Dawn, holy fuck…you're a goddess."

I couldn't help myself. I started stroking up and down that huge cock. I was acting like I was simply lubing it, but I just wanted to hold it and stroke it.

What I really wanted was to put it in my mouth and suck it.

No, what I really wanted was to switch places with Lisa and have that beautiful cock fuck me.

"God, baby, you look like you want to suck that big dick even more than Lisa did," Michelle said, watching as I stroked it. Gliding my hands up and down his shaft, running my thumbs over the head, I was clearly doing it for my own pleasure. 

When I turned to her, I'm sure the longing in my eyes was unmistakable.

"You really want to put it in your mouth, don't you?" she grinned, and I could only sigh and nod while continuing to stroke him. Bringing it to my lips, I opened wide and slid it inside. I sucked the head, licking the clear pre-cum from his drooling slit; then, cupping his balls, I took his entire cock into my mouth. Moaning all the way down, I let it fill my throat before drawing back to nuzzle his smooth length with my cheek, licking and kissing it as I stared at her.

"You want to fuck your little brother," she mouthed, sliding her hand inside her track pants.

Shooting her a sexy smile, I turned back to Lisa's pussy, giving it a quick kiss before spreading her lips. With my other hand I guided Paul's big, beautiful weapon towards my target. Grasping the center of the shaft, I felt his fiery heat beneath the soft, silky skin. His veins were throbbing; I squeezed tighter, making him throb harder.

God, his little moan really turned me on. Reducing the tension around his shaft, I aimed the pee slit of his enormous, rubbery mushroom head right at her sweet sex.

Lisa cried out when I guided his tip between my spread fingers, pressing it into her hot, tight cunt. 

"Oh god…oh god…" she whispered when I released her lips, letting them close up around his large crown. With one hand still on his shaft, I used the other to spread her ass as I leaned in and licked the rim of her gaping pussy, right below her pink, winking asshole. Stiffening my tongue, I wedged it into the tiny space available between the underside of his shaft and the very bottom of her stretched-open pussy.

I could taste both his pre-cum and her full flowering.

His pre-cum...inside her flowing pussy.

"Lisa, what about—" I started to ask, only to have her cut me right off.

"It's okay, I'm on the pill, and I lost my cherry a long time ago in gym class."

"You sneaky devil," giggled Trish, and Lisa giggled too.

Paul was groaning up a storm, and Lisa added a sweet little chortling moan as I began to feed a bit more of his imposing length inside her. When I had it in far enough that I could no longer see the head, I again plunged my tongue back into the tiny space above Paul's cock. With my free hand I guided her ass up and down, urging her to fuck him. Once I had her hips moving smoothly, I began to jack him off inside her pussy; inch by inch, she kept taking more. The spectacle of her gorgeous sex embracing his towering erection turned me on to no end, and I slipped my tongue through her crack; after making a stiff point of it, I stabbed it into her asshole.

She screamed, her ass bucking against my mouth. 

Giggling, I released his cock and licked back down to her pussy. Using two hands, I spread her nice and wide before sliding my tongue inside. Just when I began to pull up and down on her ass, Paul's cock quaked beneath my tongue, then I experienced the coolest thing ever: with my chin, lower lip and tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft, I felt his cock pulsing and pulsing from all the hot cum surging up his length.

He was still only about halfway in her pussy when, with a huge moan and a final shove, he jammed his entire length home, and they cried out together through his powerful eruption of cum.

Clutching her trembling bottom, I licked at their junction while his heavy balls jumped against my chin, his massive orgasm seeming like it would never end. Suddenly, though, his cock popped out, and a flood of cum poured into my mouth. Squealing with joy, I sucked Lisa's pussy as if my life depended on it, then Paul's enormous slab slapped across my lips.




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 04



Past the point of caring what the girls might see, I quickly took it all the way into my mouth; using both hands to pump him, I moaned around his dick as he shot the rest of his huge load down my throat. Michelle gasped when she saw me openly sucking his cock and swallowing his cum; still I kept going, taking everything he had before finally slamming him back inside Lisa's beautiful pussy.

"Stay inside her. Don't let yourself go soft. Keep fucking her," I said, then I went back to drinking their cum. Firmly grasping her hips, I drove her up and down; he was going all the way inside on each stroke. "Yes, Lisa! You're fucking him! Make that gorgeous pussy take every inch of my baby brother's huge cock!" I shouted into the crack of her ass.

She started using her toned thighs to lift and drop her pussy, and I flattened my tongue to lick their combined cum from the bottom of his shaft on every backstroke.

Thankfully, Paul had managed to remain fully hard.

Once they had their rhythm established, I returned my tongue to her asshole, which was winking like crazy. With every downstroke it gaped wide, then it puckered right back up on each backstroke. Holding her ass open with both hands, I began to wedge as much of my tongue as I could into her tiny hole. Lisa was screaming at the top of her lungs, yelling for Paul to fuck her, and for me to eat her ass. She also called me a "fucking hot bitch" once, barking at me to "rape that slutty ass," which made us all laugh out loud.

I had to pull away, I was laughing so much. When she felt me pull back, she looked over her shoulder and blew me a kiss. "You are a fucking hot bitch," she panted, "and you are raping my slutty ass. I love you to death for it, too."

Looking back at Michelle, I saw that she was locked into a crazy sixty-nine with Trish. The funny thing was, neither of them even had their pants off. Michelle's stretchy tracksuit bottoms were only pulled down low enough for Trish to be able to wedge her head inside, and Trish's tight jeans were bunched up around her knees. They were both laughing at her struggle to kick off her shoes.

I turned back to Lisa, and she'd repositioned herself to face away from Paul. Bouncing up and down, she was fucking him reverse cowgirl style. She drew me to her and quickly whipped off my top before hugging me close. After a few giggling moments of pressing our breasts together, I slid down to take her nipple into my mouth while pinching and squeezing the other one.

Pulling me back up, she wrapped her arms around my neck. While still fucking Paul's pounding cock, she gave me a hot kiss, whispering in my mouth, "I love you, Dawn, and I will never forget this. Thank you so much."

When I leaned in with a happy grin to bite her breast, she let out a long, glorious moan. She was cumming, so I slid down to lick and kiss her clit while she thrashed in Paul's lap. Her thighs were bucking so much that Paul's cock slipped out again, the head smacking my lower lip. Since she was still leaning back against his chest, I took his pussy-drenched cock and sucked it all the way down. Savoring it just as long as she would let me, I kept sucking his dick until finally I felt her hands flailing around near her pussy, searching for her missing toy. Reluctantly I released it from my mouth and guided it to her grasping fingers, watching intently as she fed it back inside her pussy.

She was still lying nearly prone, so I licked his balls before switching up and sucking them, and she gave a deep moan when I pinched her clit. Knowing they were fast approaching blast-off again, I clamped down and just sucked and sucked, drinking my fill when his cum started pouring into her gorgeously flowering pussy.

Once he finally finished cumming, and his cock slid out of her overflowing sex, I licked up everything I could. Totally going out of my mind with lust, I was licking her pussy and sucking his cock for all I was worth when I felt her hands pulling on my head, drawing me to her face. "I want some, too…" she said, opening her mouth. I fed her like a baby bird, letting their cum pour from my mouth into hers, then we started kissing; our tongues danced together, sharing the taste of Lisa's and Paul's first lovemaking.

"Was that all him?" she asked breathlessly, after we had both swallowed.

"No, some of that was you." 

"Then you have to let me fill my mouth with your cum and your guy's cum, just like this. I love how we taste."

"Will do, if I could ever get someone to fuck me," I said while saluting her, and we both laughed.

"I doubt that will be too difficult," she grinned. "Girls who love cum the way you do, even their own brother's cum? I don't know much, but I know that girls who love to suck cock as much as you do usually have no problem finding guys who'll want to fuck them, especially with a face and body like yours."

She laughed again, smacking me on the ass as she kissed me.

When we heard laughing behind us, we sat up to see what Trish and Michelle had gotten themselves into.

Naked from head to toe, they were playing the Flick Game, which is this crazy thing they always did whenever they ended up in a sixty-nine. Basically, they would just take turns flicking each other's clit, using the backs of their fingertips. They'd start softly, then go harder and harder, and the object was to see who would give in first.

I knew from firsthand experience that Michelle never gave in. I could take a chainsaw to her, and if it were part of the Flick Game that girl still wouldn't cry uncle. When those two went at it, they would literally bring each other to tears from laughing so hard amid the shocking pain.

Lisa leaned over to Paul. "I'll be right back. Don't you dare go anywhere." 

She jumped up, and Paul and I watched as she happily bounded onto the bed. "Hey, you two! No flick games, not now! Didn't you watch? We did it! We're no longer virgins!"

"Yes, you big dummy, of course we watched! Like…duh!" giggled Trish. "You were so awesome, it made us way horny!"

"They had an incredible first time. It was way better than mine, huh?" Michelle grinned, looking at Trish.

"I didn't see your first one, but from what you told me, nope, no way was yours anywhere near as good as theirs. C'mon, though, you also didn't have the benefit of the sexiest pair of siblings ever to walk the earth going totally crazy on you. You only got fucked, and it was just by one normal guy. Lisa's first time was with Captain Cock and Miss Universe. She got fucked by two porn stars!"

Still grinning, Michelle turned to Paul and me. "No doubt. Anytime you two want to gang up on me like that, feel free. You don't even have to ask."

Trish just smiled at us. "Dawn, you already know how I feel about you, and Paul, you can definitely fuck me anytime you want."

Lisa grabbed a big pillow and clobbered them both, knocking them clear off the bed as she shouted, "Hey! Get your own guys! I waited forever to find the right one, and you two just wanna barge in and take him?"

Although she was laughing, I could tell she really felt threatened. I jumped on the bed and took her by the hand, bringing her back to Paul. "Don't leave him alone. Go be with him. This was his first time too," I whispered. As she leaned down into his welcoming arms, I tenderly caressed her ass.

I had to laugh at Trish and Michelle, who were both giggling as they slithered back onto the bed. "Serves you right," I said. "You two, just leave Paul alone. Let Lisa have someone all to herself for once."

I was trying to put on my best stern look, but I couldn't keep it up. Finally I just started giggling too, and Trish beamed at me. "Are you and Lisa quite through with your little lectures? Jeez, it was just an offer. If she doesn't wanna share, I promise, I'll be good."

I looked at Michelle. 

"Me too…" she sighed. "I promise. As much as I'd love it, if they don't want to do anything with me, I won't try to push it."

Grinning, she stuck her tongue out at Lisa.

"That's right, it's 'they,' as in two people," Lisa said, sticking her tongue out right back at Michelle. "Paul isn't just some dress you want to borrow. He's not mine to share. He has a say-so in this too, you know, and this is only our first date anyway!"

Paul leaned back and let out a hearty laugh. "Hooo! Oh really? This is our first date? Ummm, okay, I hereby formally declare that there will definitely be a second date, plus a third and a fourth, then a bazillion more, at least if it's up to me!"

Lisa happily hugged him close. "Oooh, I'm glad I passed the first-date test. You sure did!"

She snuck a quick peek at us, like she wanted to say something to him in private; giggling, she said it loud enough for us all to hear anyway. "You can definitely fuck me anytime you want. That was totally incredible!"

He hugged her, and they shared their first kiss. She rolled onto her back, pulling him into her arms and opening her mouth to kiss him more deeply.

"You can fuck me anytime you want, too," he said, pulling back with a big grin. "You were awesome, Lisa. You're even a great kisser!"

"Anytime I want?" she asked mischievously, reaching between his legs.

"Anytime you want," he nodded.

She looked over at us and giggled, "He's already hard again." Guiding his cock to the mouth of her drenched pussy, she spread her legs and gave him the sexiest smile ever. "If I can fuck you anytime I want, okay, I want to fuck you again, right now. Put that big cock back inside me, baby. Fuck me all day, then fuck me all night. I want you to fuck me every way possible."

She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him in. When he began stroking inside her, she brought her knees all the way back to her shoulders, fully offering herself to Paul's driving cock. "Ohhhh, yes! I love you inside me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she moaned, and we could hear his enormous pole moistly sluicing in and out of her oh-so-tight pussy.

I leaned down to give them each a kiss. "C'mon, you two, let's get you onto the bed. You're going to get rug burn from hell doing it on the floor all day."

Never unsheathing himself, Paul pulled her up with him, and she giggled as he carried her over to his bed. He gently set her down, then they skootched across the covers until he was on his knees. Having gained solid purchase, he kissed her again while stroking into her.

"Fuck me forever…" she purred, wrapping her long legs around his hips as he drove his massive club of a cock deep into her gorgeous pussy. Looking on with warm smiles, Trish and Michelle gently caressed her beautiful face, and she reached for my hand; squeezing it, she wouldn't let go. Taking his cock that way, her face so radiant in ecstasy, it was as if Lisa had been born to make love.

"You are so beautiful together. I love you both…" I whispered, again leaning down to kiss them each on the lips.

Paul pressed my face to her shuddering breasts, wanting me to kiss them. "I love you, big sister…" he panted, simply ravaging Lisa's shining sex. While he was madly fucking her, I was kissing her breasts, and Trish and Michelle were kissing every inch of her spectacular body. Alternating kisses and caresses from her face to her pussy, we were all making love to our beautiful Lisa.

"Love you, Dawn…love you so much…oh, god…Michelle…Trish…" she moaned, tears running down her soft cheeks as she gave herself over to the magical feeling of being loved by her closest friends.

She didn't mind at all when Michelle and Trish began kissing and touching Paul as he pumped his thick shaft into her. She let them lick his cock and feed it into her pussy, even encouraging them to squeeze his ass and make out with him while they fucked. Sometimes he would pop out of her pink slit, and one or more of us would be right there to suck his dick; moaning in delight, she always cheered us on.

When it all eventually became too much for Paul, he tensed up and exploded a second time inside her pristine pussy. Locking her arms and legs around him, she let out a deep, gorgeous moan, and she couldn't stop kissing him. Panting while holding his face to her breasts, she mouthed to me, "Thank you."

Grinning at the girls, I said, "Let's give them some time together by themselves."

Michelle and Trish gathered up their clothes, then the three of us clasped hands and walked naked from the room. I knew my baby doll top lay somewhere near the foot of Paul's bed, but I'd lost track of my panties. 

Glancing back at the two lovers one last time on our way out, I saw Lisa almost frantically kissing Paul's neck, and that's when it dawned on me…my panties were still there, right where she wanted them.

~ ~ ~

"Lisa? Our Lisa, the cheerleader? Really?"

"Yep…our Lisa," I said to Mom, beaming at her and Paul.

She grinned at Paul, who was staring bashfully into his plate of meatloaf. Although a bit embarrassed he was nevertheless smiling with pride, and rightfully so.

Having spent the night in Paul's bed, Lisa had only gone home just a few hours before Mom, Paul and I had sat down together at the kitchen table that following evening. By the time she'd said goodbye, she was one thoroughly worn out and very happy girl.

"Nine times," she whispered gleefully, hugging me at the door.

"Serious?" I giggled.

"Yep!" she squealed with excitement. "We did it five times yesterday, then four more today! Dawn, he came inside me nine times, and I loved every second of it! Thank you so much, baby. You have no idea how happy you've made me. I couldn't have done it without you."

"You did it. He did it. I just got out of the way," I said, hugging her.

"Yeah, right!" she laughed. "When you got naked in front of him and pulled my skirt up, you know that's what did it. That was definitely what set me off, especially after that awesome talk we had in the living room. I never would have lifted my skirt to show him my bare pussy like that, not if you hadn't first said all those wonderful things to me. Then, god, you took your panties off right in front of him, and you let Michelle totally show him your amazing ass! You were just so sexy, it was driving me crazy!

"Dawn, did you even realize that your pussy was showing the entire time you were sitting on the floor? Paul was up on the bed, looking right at it. We could all see it."

"Yep, I know. Michelle eventually told me, when you and Trish were wrestling over Paul's cum-filled underwear!"

"Hey, that's right!" she squealed. "He came that one other time, too, before we even got there! Your horny little brother came six times yesterday!"

"Maybe more!" I said, giggling. "Who knows whether that was even his first one of the day?"

We laughed like idiots, hugging at the door.

"God, he cums so much every time, too, and he makes me cum like a maniac. And you, missy, sticking your tongue up my ass like that, and drinking his cum from my pussy. It was so awesome, the way you kept sucking your brother's huge dick and letting him cum in your mouth. You were a naughty, naughty girl…" she grinned, touching our noses together.

"You asked me to help," I smiled.

"Yes, I did. I knew I needed you there." Becoming serious, she cupped my face. "God, girl, I will love you forever for what you did for me yesterday. All of it, baby; everything you said, and everything you did. You were so wonderful to me. You're the most beautiful person I've ever known, and the sexiest, hottest lover too. I love you, Dawn. I really do. I'm going to miss Paul and his amazing cock like crazy when you two are gone, but I'm going to miss you just as much."

"I love you, too. I wish you were coming with us."

We hugged again, and it was like we just couldn't stop. Finally I whispered in her ear, "His cock really is amazing, isn't it?"

She nodded happily. "It really is. That big, sexy cock of his made me cum a lot more than just those nine times…especially when I took it up my ass."

Grinning smugly, she gave me a wet kiss before heading home.

So there I was, sitting at the kitchen table later that same night, rubbing Paul's leg with my foot. Over a late dinner he and I had told Mom all about his wild weekend. Okay, I did most of the talking. He just nodded at the appropriate times, constantly blushing like a fiend.

He also became hard again. His cock was tenting his boxers so much, it pulled the fly open. Sneaking peeks into his lap, I could see his pubic hair and the side of his thick shaft through the large gap. I noticed his enormous bulge hadn't escaped Mom's attention either. She too was sneaking more than the occasional glance at his huge erection.

I flashed her a knowing grin. "Your son is a total stud."

"Mmmm-hmmmmm…and wow, Lisa Aragon…such a beautiful girl, and she gave Paul her virginity…" she said, smiling wistfully.

"She gave him a lot more than that! Mom, she only just left a few hours ago. She was here for more than a day, and she said Paul spent almost that entire time fucking her brains out!"

"I would imagine he did, as pretty as she is," she grinned. "I suppose you're right. I guess my son is a total stud."

Still grinning, she got up and walked around the table to give Paul a hug. Draping her arms around his neck, she sat down sidesaddle in his lap, and her eyes immediately shot wide open!

"See? I told you! He's a total stud!" I said, laughing at Mom's reaction to landing right on her son's enormous erection.

"Oh my god, Dawn, he's so big...and so hard…" she said in wonder. After moving her ass around for a few moments, almost as if double-checking, she sat up to let him reposition himself; when she lowered her bottom again, his eyes joined hers in shooting wide open!

"Mom! Wait!" he shouted.

"Oh, god, baby!" she exclaimed, half laughing, half moaning.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to!"

He was nearly in a panic, and they fidgeted again. She sat up a second time, fidgeting some more before settling back in with a playful hip-wriggle.

"Wow! Not even going to give a girl a little warning, huh?" she teased, with the hugest grin ever. Leaning in, she gave him a big, warm hug, including a happy kiss.

I noticed her forehead had become moist, and Paul was blushing furiously.

With her arms wrapped around his neck, I also noticed that her new white lace robe had opened to expose her breasts all the way to her bumpy areolas. Though her nipples were still covered, they were totally erect. I think she was really turned on by wearing her sexy new wrap in front of us.

'Paul's huge cock pressing into her naked bottom is probably also helping…' I thought, laughing to myself.

I could certainly see her nipples jutting through the sheer lace. Her golden skin and long, dark hair looked stunning in contrast to her bright white wrap.

When she'd gotten up to walk around the table, I saw her eye-catching patch of black pubic hair. I first caught a glimpse of it when she turned in her seat and slid her leg forward; then, once she was standing, I saw it through the sheer lace.

Paul saw it, too. He had practically been staring at Mom's tempting pussy.

Seeing her exposed nearly to the nipples, her beautiful breasts looked unbelievable. With the sheer size of her amazing boobs, there was just so much skin showing. Since her nipples and pussy showed right through her see-through wrap, we were treated to every luscious inch of her gorgeous body.

She had perched her wonderfully sexy ass in Paul's lap, and her wrap was so short that when she sat down it uncovered her up to the beginning curves of her smooth, pantiless bottom. She was completely naked below the waist, and I knew he had an amazing erection pressing into her.

I don't think I was helping matters much for Paul, either. I was only wearing a spaghetti-strapped t-shirt. No panties. That old t-shirt was even shorter than Mom's tiny wrap, plus it had huge arm holes. The lower hem was frayed at the edges, only just covering my ass when I was standing; sitting, my pussy was fully exposed, and I knew he'd been stealing peeks.




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 04



Noticing that she was looking at my pussy too, I brought my feet up onto the middle rungs of the chair and teasingly spread my legs for her.

While staring at my moistening lips, she fidgeted in his lap to such an extent that she didn't even notice when her entire breast finally popped out of her robe. I saw it, but I don't know whether Paul did also, since he was too busy squirming in his seat. He had his hands on her hips, moaning softly as he shifted her bottom in his lap.

"Mmmm, yes, right there…just like that. Jesus, baby, you feel so good…" she said hotly, lifting again before settling back down.

He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. 

I grinned slyly at her. She gave me a wry smile in return.

When she'd lifted from his lap that second time, I'd managed to catch another glimpse of Paul's cock...his bare cock. It was jutting through his fly, and before he'd gotten it stuffed back into his boxers I'd noticed that it was shiny wet.

I thought she might have just sat on it lengthwise, drenching it with her wet pussy. Or maybe when she was fidgeting around in his lap she'd managed to work it loose from his boxers, and it had slipped inside her. Either way, as wet as she'd made it, she was obviously very turned on.

I giggled at her, and she stuck her tongue out at me. She had started to do that a lot, just like a little girl, and I loved it. I stuck my tongue out right back at her. "So, what were you about to say before you were so rudely interrupted by…ummm…."

She laughed, "You mean before I was so wonderfully interrupted by your brother showing me just how much of a stud he really is? That was almost a serious moment there! In fact, I think some states would say it already was a serious moment!"

She smiled at me and wrapped her arms around his neck again. Her breasts were barely covered as she kissed him, then she said, "Honey, I was going to say two things. First, while it's all fine and dandy that my handsome stud muffin of a son here is so happy to have gotten his first taste of a woman, I'm not quite ready yet to be a grandmother. So, Paul, did you two at least use protection?"

"She said she's on the pill," I grinned. "She told us she knew she was getting close to the day when she might be needing it, so she went on the pill a few months ago."

Paul nodded.

"Is that true? Or is your sister just covering for you?" she asked, smirking at me.

"As far as I know, it's true. That's what Lisa told us," said Paul.

"Us? You mean you, right?"

"Well, yeah, me too. Dawn asked her about it, so Lisa told everyone."

"My god, how many people were there?"

"Just the five of us," I said. "Paul and I, plus Lisa, Trish and Michelle."

With an amused little guffaw Mom asked Paul, "You two were doing it with your sister and the girls right there watching? Weren't you embarrassed? Wasn't Lisa embarrassed?"

Paul squirmed again, only this time I think it was from a different kind of discomfort. "I guess," he said, clearly agitated. "I wasn't exactly thinking about it that way. I was kinda busy, you know, and I was actually more nervous, and excited, and—"

She put her finger to his lips. "Shhh. It's okay, baby. I was just asking. I totally understand that you were nervous. I bet she was, too, especially once she saw the size of what you were about to put inside her."

"Mom! Oh my god!" I exclaimed, laughing in shock.

"What?" she giggled. "Baby, I just sat on it, and felt it pushing—" she began to say, before stopping herself. "Let's put it this way: Your brother is very large, okay? I can only imagine what a sweet young virgin like Lisa must have thought when she first saw it. If I were her, and this was my first one," - she sexily wiggled her ass in his lap - "I probably would've ran off screaming in terror."

Paul grinned at me. "I'm sure glad Lisa didn't."

"Having survived her first time with this big guy, I'm sure she is too! I'll bet that's one decision she'll never regret!" laughed Mom. Wiggling on him again, she made an obvious show of grinding her naked bottom on his cock. "That brings me to my second point, which I can now say without any reservations, since I know you didn't get her pregnant."

We both looked at her.

"I came over here to hug you, sweetie, because I'm so happy for you! From what Dawn is saying, you were an absolutely wonderful lover. Lisa was, too, and you all shared a beautiful experience. I'm really proud of you for waiting for the right girl, and for treating her the way you did. You made her feel like a goddess, and most men have no idea how important that is to a woman. I truly am super proud of you, baby boy." She gave him a long hug, kissing him all over his eyes, cheeks and chin before planting a big, joyful smooch square on his lips. "MWUUUAA!" she said, ending the kiss with a wet, lip-smacking sound. "I love Lisa, and I'm glad she was your first," she added, reaching up to caress his face.

"I know she's glad he was her first," I said, smiling at them. "Paul, you really were awesome. She's totally happy that she waited. I'm so proud of you too." I leaned over to hug him, and he pulled me close with one arm while hugging Mom with the other.

Leaning into him that way, I noticed what he was seeing. Mom's wrap had separated over her thighs, and a hint of her sexy little landing strip was peeking out. The only reason I couldn't see more of it was she had her legs held tightly together. Her breast was also completely exposed.

Feeling silly, I reached out and tickled her nipple. "Kitchy koo…" I giggled.

She jerked in his lap, which made Paul's eyes light up again. Giggling while swatting playfully at my hand, she said, "Why, you little imp! I should paddle your pretty bottom, young lady! Or maybe I should have Stud Boy here spank your bare ass again? Mmmmmm, yes, that might be just the thing to help him work off some of this wonderful horniness I feel poking between my legs…." Grinning, she happily ground her ass on him.

"Oh, I don't know, Mom, I think he'd rather paddle you. You're the naked, gorgeous MILF in the beautiful robe grinding your bare bottom on his ginormous erection. You're also the one who caused him to get that way in the first place, remember?"

"He was already like this when I got here," she said, smiling at him before smirking at me.

"Of course he was! He saw you in that awesome robe, looking completely naked!" I laughed.

Paul just sat there in silence, listening in amusement to the two of us bantering back and forth about him. 

"Oh, please," she grinned. "That tiny t-shirt you're wearing is even shorter than my robe. You were out here long before I was, so he probably got this way because of you."

I touched her nipple again, but in a less tickly way, and she let me. Caressing her hard tip, I smiled accusingly. "Sure, Mom, that's how it happened. You merely wandered in, totally minding your own business, completely innocent, and just happened to reap the benefits."

"Mmmm-hmmmmm, I sure did…big benefits," she purred, wiggling in his lap again.

I couldn't help but snerk. "See? You're doing it again!"

We exchanged warm smiles as I continued caressing her breast. Moaning sultrily, she pressed her erect nipple into my palm. "Mmmmmm, yes, my beautiful, sexy daughter, I am doing it again. It feels so good, I think I'll keep doing it. In fact, maybe you should try sitting in your brother's lap while I caress your naked breasts. Leave your gorgeous sex and mouthwatering bottom completely bare, the way you are now, wearing such a skimpy t-shirt with no panties, and I'll bet you find that his 'ginormous' erection feels just as good to you as it does to me."

Smiling, she kissed Paul. "I'm sure you wouldn't complain, would you?"

"I'm not complaining now, am I?" he laughed.

She wiggled again. "You did before, when I first sat down."

He grinned smugly. "Not when you first sat down. You had issues then, not me."

"Okay, the second time. You complained the second time," she said, moving in his lap.

"Do you blame me? I was shocked!"

"So was I, but you didn't hear me complain, did you? It was just an accident, right?" she giggled.

Turning to me with a sexy grin, she said, "It's a good thing Lisa already took his cherry; otherwise, technically, he might now be able to say I took it." She reached up to pinch my hard nipple through my t-shirt, making me yelp. Flashing another sexy grin, she moved my shirt aside to tug on my bare nipple. I moaned, and she gave me a happy smile. She began caressing and stroking my erect tip, openly fondling me as she exposed my naked breast to Paul.

"C'mon, Mom, you know that was an accident," he said, tickling her.

She wiggled again in his lap, and he jumped. "Oh, I'm not so sure about that, baby boy. I let you reposition it, figuring you'd give me somewhere to sit. I lifted my bottom for you, and somehow your super hard cock chose that precise moment to pop out of your boxers? Then it just happened to point straight up, aiming right where you knew I was about to sit? I don't know, sweetie, I don't know…" she teased, giving him a comically suspicious look.

I smiled knowingly. "Even if that were true—"

"It is true. That's exactly what happened," she grinned.

"Okay, but what I was going to say was that even if he did it on purpose, could you blame him?"

She studied him for a long moment before giving him a wonderful smile. "No, I couldn't, and I don't," she said, squeezing him tight.

"Of course not," I said, smiling as I watched them hug. "He just spent the whole weekend having sex. Now you're here, looking and feeling amazing. When you sit down naked on him, he's naturally going to get hard and want to do it with you, isn't he? You obviously love how it feels, so why wouldn't he love it, too?"

Paul just continued to sit there in silence, staring at her naked breast.

She gently touched his lips. "Is that true, baby? Are you enjoying this? Do you like how I feel?"

"Yes, I do, and I really liked how you felt that second time," he chuckled, looking up from her breast. 

"If you liked it so much, why did you complain? Why didn't you just hold me in place and do it to me, hoping I wouldn't say anything…keeping it our little secret?" 

"I don't know. It just happened, and I reacted." He gave her a look that said, "What do you expect? I'm an idiot!"

"What 'just happened'? Your panicked reaction, or what actually happened?" she asked, smiling warmly. She was clearly enjoying their little game.

"Both," he laughed.

She leaned in to nuzzle his neck. "So if it 'just happened' a third time, what would you do? Would you blame me again? Would you try to keep it a secret and act like nothing happened, chalking it up as just another accident? Would you stop it, or would you simply hold me in place and take me right here in front of your sister?"

Moving her ass in subtle figure-eights, she nipped his ear before sitting back with a coy little grin.

Poor Paul, all he could manage was a dopey look.

"What's the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue? Okay, let's try another question. What if your sister wanted to give you a hug? What if she and I swapped seats, and you had an 'accident' with her too? What would you do then?"

"I'm not in a seat. I'm standing," I giggled. 

She giggled too. "Okay, Miss Smarty Pants.…"

"I'm not wearing any smarty pants, or any other kind of pants. See?" I lifted my little shirt, showing her my pussy.

"God, baby, I'm trying to stay focused here, and you're not playing fair," she moaned, biting her lip as she stared at my naked pussy. Wiggling again in his lap, she made them both flinch.

"Enjoying yourself?" I cooed, smiling sweetly.

"Mmmm, yes, I am…very much so. Baby, you know your brother can see your pussy, too," she grinned.

"So? It's your fault," I smirked, lowering my shirt.

"It's my fault that you're showing your baby brother your beautiful pussy? You're letting him see that perfect ass, and I'm to blame? Hmmm…how so? Wait. Don't make me lose my train of thought. Oh yeah, now I remember. My point was, what would you two do if you were to sit in his lap like this, and something 'just happened'?"

"That's different. I'm only his sister, not his mother. I can't get mad and ground him, or worse, like you can. He can't get me in trouble either."

"That's really not what she's asking you," Paul said.

She smiled at us. "Exactly. Dawn, I'm not asking you to compare risk factors. I'm asking how would you react - how would you feel - if you were the one sitting where I am right now?"

I just grinned. "How convenient for him, since he never answered any of your questions in the first place. He still hasn't said what he would do if it happened again with you, or if I were in his lap and we had an accident of our own. Now you're totally letting him off the hook, and putting it all on me."

"Uh-huh, I am," she said, giving me a silly smirk.

I sniggered to Paul, "You suck." Shaking my head, I grinned again at Mom. "Okay, my first reaction would of course be fear that we'd get caught, and we'd be in big trouble with you."

That one made her laugh. "'Busted!' huh? That's really all you'd be thinking? Seriously…that's it? The only thing you'd care about is whether or not you were in trouble with me? Wow. I highly doubt that, baby, but okay, what if you could tell that I hadn't noticed, and you knew you could get away with it? What would be your first reaction?"

"Shock, I suppose, then maybe pain, if it hurt. I've noticed you flinching a few times, so I'm thinking it might be hurting you a little when he pokes you."

She laughed even more, and I said, "Hey, you asked, and I'm just trying to give an honest answer. Unlike some people, at least I didn't chicken out and totally dodge the question!"

Grinning, I kicked Paul, who laughed right along with Mom.

She pulled me in for a big hug. "I'm sorry, honey, I really am. I don't mean to laugh. Sometimes you're just so adorable that I can't help it," she said, caressing my face. After giving me a tender kiss on the lips, she released me with a warm, loving smile. "No, baby, he's not hurting me. If you notice me occasionally reacting, I assure you that it's not pain you're seeing. Your brother's long, thick cock feels absolutely wonderful. It just shocked me a few times, like you said, but those were definitely good, pleasurable shocks, not pain."

Deciding to turn the tables, I smiled, "Okay, since it's not hurting you, what would you have done if Paul hadn't complained that second time?"

Paul looked intently at her. I noticed he was still staring at her exposed nipple, so I took his hand and brought it to her smooth, soft breast. Holding it in place, I made him give her a firm squeeze.

She flinched, then they both looked up at me.

Shrugging, I said, "You're letting us see your awesome breasts, and he's been drooling over your nipples this whole time. I figured he might as well finally feel them."

She nodded. "See? That's what I'm talking about. That was shock; not pain, but shock. It was a good shock, yet I still flinched."

"I notice you aren't moving his hand away," I grinned.

She gave Paul an inviting smile. "Were you wanting to touch me, baby?"

Savoring their fullness, exploring her lush contours and supple textures, he stared in awe at her naked breasts. "God, yes, I've been wanting to touch you. You're so beautiful, it drives me crazy. When you dress like this, all I can ever think is that I want to touch you."

Kissing him, she nuzzled his lips. "Then touch me, baby boy. Touch me any way you want…" she purred, opening her robe and placing his hands on her breasts. Turning in his lap, she offered a nipple to his mouth, and he gently took it inside.

I grinned at her again. "See? What if that had been his reaction when you sat on his erection that second time? What if instead of freaking out he'd simply told you how beautiful you are, and how amazing you feel?"

"That's exactly what I should've done," he said, without even looking up.

She smiled, watching as he sucked her beautiful tip. Sighing, she gave me a quirky grin. "I don't know, honey. Maybe I would've done exactly what I've been doing this entire time."

Grinning sexily, she wiggled her hips again, making Paul flinch.

I touched his face. "Does she feel good?"

"Oh yeah," he said, squeezing her breasts, which made her erect nipples extend really far. With a breathy moan she arched her back, and he treated each thick bud to a slow torture of teasing nibbles and playful bites. "She feels fantastic. You're both just so amazing," he said, finally looking up at me.

I leaned down to kiss him on the cheek. "Sweetie, I meant does her bare bottom feel good, touching you this way? To have her naked and moving so sensually on your hard cock, how does it feel?"

"Dawn, she's driving me insane."

I looked to her. "How good does it feel, what he's doing to you?"

She flashed me a gorgeous smile. "This?" She pressed her breasts into his hands, moaning again when he gave them another firm squeeze. "Or this?" She wiggled her hips in his lap, making him flinch and groan.

"Both," I grinned.

"Mmmm, you already know how wonderful it feels to be touched here…" she said, guiding his hands all over her bare breasts. "The way he feels against my naked bottom, and especially between my legs, it's simply amazing. Baby, if I didn't love how he feels, I wouldn't still be sitting in his lap, moving this way…." Letting out the sexiest little moan, she finished her thought with another sensual grinding of her hips.

I kept grinning. "You love how he feels against you…or inside you?"

"Both," she said, returning my grin.

"He was inside you?"

"Yes, baby, he was. Your brother's wonderful erection slid inside me. Mmmmmm, his warm, thick cock spread my lips and pushed deep into my pussy."

I took her by the hand. "Was it just an awesome feeling? How far inside you did he go?"

"Honey, I really didn't get much of a chance to enjoy it before he went into a panic and pulled right back out. All I felt - I guess all we both felt - was that initial shock of unexpected penetration. He only slid maybe half of it inside me, but your brother is so large that it felt like he was splitting me open. He was as deep in my pussy as most men are when they're buried to the hilt."

"For him to be able to slide such a thick cock inside you so easily, you must have been very wet," I said, softly kissing her hand.

Nodding, she gave me a shy grin. "Yes, I was. I'm even wetter now."

I smiled at the thought of her naked, dripping wet pussy clenching Paul's enormous erection. Squeezing her hand, I said, "Your pussy must feel incredible. What got you so excited that you were already wet even before you moved over to hug him?"

She moaned, and I watched her hips move in his lap. "You," she said, pointedly looking up at me.

"Me? What'd I do?" I asked in surprise, squirming against Paul's shoulder. Releasing one of her breasts, he pulled me against him, holding me close.

She let her wrap remain open as she said, "First, when I came into the kitchen, I saw that you weren't wearing any panties."

"Neither are you," I smiled.

"No, I'm not, and that also makes me wet."

"Is that why you do it?" I asked.

"Absolutely. Going without panties always turns me on. Like right now, I've noticed you both constantly sneaking peeks at my bare pussy, which simply drives me insane. Then there's the fact that Paul is just so hard between my legs, and I know his thick, throbbing shaft is dying to push all the way inside me. My baby's beautiful cock keeps slipping into my wet pussy…god, he feels so good…mmmm, sitting in your brother's lap would never feel this amazing if I was wearing panties."




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 04



"Because everything always feels way better without panties," I grinned.

"Definitely. You'll see. You'll soon find out for yourself all the ways everything feels better when you go bare. The other thing you did, baby, besides letting me see your perfect bottom without any panties, was you kept looking at your brother's erection. Of course I had to see what you were checking out so intently; then I saw it, too. His cock was just so big and hard, and you were staring right at it."

"Is that when you decided to hug me?" asked Paul, shifting beneath her.

She moaned gently into his shoulder. "Mmmm, I love when you do that. No, baby, I was already going to hug you. I couldn't wait to hug you, but when I saw your huge erection, it made me nervous."

"Really? You, nervous? Wow."

"Yes, baby, I was nervous. I've hugged you many times when you were hard, though you may not know it. Sweetie, you're always hard. For years now, you've been getting erections from watching me and your sister. The first time I noticed it was during Dawn's fourteenth-birthday pool party, and you've been doing it ever since."

He looked up at me and blushed. Grinning, I patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry. I never knew."

She laughed, "Well I sure did! A million times I've felt it pushing into me when we would hug, or when he'd move behind me while we were doing the dishes, and definitely whenever we snuggled together on the couch during movies. All those nights you were stretched out on your stomach in front of us wearing nothing but a teensy pair of see-through panties, believe me, he was constantly drooling over your curvy little bottom. He would just become huge, sweetie, and he always pressed it against my ass.

"Like I said, he's been doing that for years. Now, though, he's almost fully grown and even more well-endowed, and this was the first time I was going to be sitting in his lap when I had nothing on, not even a short sundress or one of my tiny bikinis. I knew he would feel how wet I am, and I knew I'd feel him, too. I was about to lower my naked pussy directly onto his beautiful erection, and he was as big and hard as I've ever seen him.

"Yes, baby, I was a little nervous.

"When I finally did go to sit in his lap, I thought he would move it up against his stomach, out of the way. Instead he pushed it down, across his thigh. I sat right on it, and it split my bare lips."

"That's when you first jumped," I said.

"Right. I lifted straight up, giving him room to reposition it. I thought for sure he would put it against his stomach then, so I'd have somewhere to sit."

Paul chimed in. "I tried to reposition it, but it popped through the front. I was just reaching to put it back in my boxers and move it out of the way when you sat back down again."

"That's when you saw me really jump, and that's also when Paul freaked out," she said, smiling brightly.

He gave her a mischievous grin. "Are you wishing now that I hadn't jumped or said anything?"

She returned his grin, even adding a pretty smirk. "Let's just say that I can imagine now how Lisa must have felt as she took every thick, satisfying inch of you, only she got to enjoy it for two straight solid days. Baby, that is one very fortunate girl."

I kissed Paul on the lips. "She's got that right. Lisa is definitely a very lucky girl." Then I giggled to Mom, "And yeah, I'm sure you can imagine it! So, do you regret that he didn't go all the way inside you, even if it had only been for just a moment?"

She smiled thoughtfully. "I definitely would have regretted that, yes, and I never want to regret anything. Baby, your father is also extremely large, so I knew that I would love the feeling of your brother completely filling me. It was always just going to be a matter of getting past the initial shock of letting it happen. Like I said earlier, even though he only managed to slide maybe half of it in, already I felt wonderfully full. If it weren't for the size of your father, absolutely, I would've been very curious to see how a really big one like this would feel all the way inside me."

Raising her hips while repositioning herself again, she gave him a long, wet tongue-kiss, then they both moaned as she slowly slid back down. Settling into his arms, she resumed her sexy little lap dance. With a soft smile she turned to me and purred, "Baby, this isn't curiosity. This is just the wonderful feeling I knew it would be. He's even larger than your father, and yes, I absolutely love it. Sweetie, I have no regrets that he didn't go all the way inside me."

"Any regrets that it even happened at all?" I asked.

She turned back to Paul. "Honey, does it bother you that we had our little accident?"

"No, like I told you, my only regret is that I spazzed out so badly. I just wish I hadn't jumped, or made you jump."

"Did you want to put it all the way inside me?" Smiling softly, she caressed his face.

"I wasn't trying to, not that first time. Once I felt it, though, yes, I found myself wishing that I'd put it all the way inside and kept it there. I know it was only for a few seconds, and it's not as if the whole thing slid in, but it felt like…like.…"

She moved her hips, making obvious grinding motions in his lap. "It felt like you were fucking me, and you loved it. Now it feels like you're fucking me again, only this time it's no accident, and it feels even better."

Nodding, he brought his hands back to her bare hips as she continued moving in his lap. She let out another quiet moan before looking up at me with a warm smile. "See, baby? No, I don't regret that it even happened at all. If you were me, and you knew Paul wasn't upset, would you have any regrets?"

I couldn't help but grin. "Not if we were both enjoying it, and I knew you weren't getting mad at us. I'd want him to take me by the hips and fuck my brains out."

"Well, there you go. Like mother, like daughter…" she said, flashing a bewitching smile. Moaning a little more as she moved her ass in sexy circles, she added, "So, are you getting mad at us?"

"Mad? No. Turned on like crazy? Yes. Wishing it was me? God, yes."

I totally meant it, too. Watching her perfect ass grind away on his cock was just killing me.

She took my hand. "Of course I wouldn't get mad either, honey. How could I? C'mon, with some of the things you wear, and as horny as you make your brother every time he sees you? Baby, I'll be very surprised if you two don't start having a whole bunch of happy little accidents together. In fact, as hard as every one of our boys already gets just from seeing you in your bikini, I can only imagine what's coming next. If you start going bottomless like this in their laps, or when you're fooling around with them in the pool, or even when you're just watching TV together, they're all going to 'fuck your brains out,' as you so eloquently put it."

"And you wouldn't mind?'' I asked.

Paul joined me in staring intently at her.

"If that's what you wanted? No, baby, I wouldn't mind. I love sex. I absolutely adore it, and I want you to love it, too. Besides, you're all eighteen now. As far as I'm concerned, you're free to do whatever you want. You're also all truly wonderful, caring people, so I'm not worried about any of you getting hurt. Beautiful girl, if you want to have sex with every man in this house, that would be fine by me. I'll probably end up right there with you, cheering you on. Angel, if that's what you really want, then go for it. Just don't get pregnant, that's all I ask."

Wagging her finger, she gave me a silly stern-looking face.

She turned to Paul, grinning while slowly circling her hips in his lap. "That goes for you, too, mister. As amazingly well-endowed, devastatingly good-looking and downright charming as you are, every woman on the planet is going to want to have sex with you."

We all laughed at her "downright charming" description, Mom most of all.

"Seriously, though," she continued, "just be careful not to get anyone pregnant, especially with a houseful of naked, horny cheerleaders lusting after you."

Grinning mischievously, she turned again to me. "You asked if I like to go without panties because it turns me on? See, baby, what's happening right now, this is why I find it so exciting to leave my sex bare. Yes, I love the physical sensation of going without panties. It just plain feels good, and I would do it for that one reason alone, but that's not the main reason I do it. The thing I love most about going pantiless is knowing that something like this can so easily happen. When my ass and pussy are naked and available, it makes me want to have sex. Honey, I love that feeling. I also love it when simply giving a man a flirty glimpse between my legs makes him want me so much that his cock instantly gets hard. I always love to imagine what he's thinking as he ogles me, knowing he's trying to catch another peek up my short skirt. It's not that I'm necessarily going to act on being so turned on; still, as the saying goes, it's the thought that counts, and all my thoughts are sexy ones when I don't wear panties."

Jesus, I was so turned on. Writhing against Paul's shoulder, I felt my pussy dripping down my thighs.

Sensing my need, she smiled. "Tell me, baby. It's okay."

"Mom, it's killing me, because I know exactly what you mean. I'm discovering that the less I wear, the more turned on I become. The more I know people are getting turned on by me…the more it turns me on. God, it just keeps feeding on itself."

Her eyes were filled with compassion as she squeezed my hand. "I know, baby. I can see your hunger. I can feel it when we're together, and it's growing stronger every day. I know you feel like you're about to explode, so let me finish answering your question. Dawn, it's just like you said. When I'm dressed this way and sitting in his lap, Paul's natural physical response is to want to have sex with me. You added that I could hardly blame him, and I agreed.

"Baby, I feel the same way about you. No matter who it is, if you're naked in someone's lap, moving your bare bottom on his erection, I wouldn't blame either of you at all for wanting to have sex. The thing is, just make sure you're not sending the wrong message. Before you go and tempt a guy or yourself like that, make sure it's what you really want."

"But what if that's exactly what I really want? Mom, I'm just like you. I went without panties tonight because I want to have sex!"

Grinding in Paul's lap, she closed her eyes and gently moaned. Opening them again, she gave me a penetrating smile. "So what are you waiting for? Baby, you don't need to fight it. Have all the sex you want, and revel in it. Honey, it's your time to start enjoying the gift of sex, of fucking, and not just with your beautiful girlfriends but with men, too. Let yourself go…dive right in. Sweetheart, you get so turned on now by showing off your gorgeous pussy and amazing ass that very soon here I know you're going to be having nonstop sex with everyone in this house, and all your friends. And you know what? Mother to daughter, woman to woman, I'll be truly thrilled for you. It really is your time."

"Yeah, but my cherry was already gone by the time you plunked your bare bottom onto my erection tonight, and it wasn't just from some goofy accident! Dawn is still a virgin!" laughed Paul.

"Oh, whatever!" I said, puffing up to defend myself. "I promise you that when I lose my virginity, it isn't going to be from some accidental stab that only went halfway in. Uh-uh. No way. I want it all, and not just for a few seconds. If I lost my cherry the way you two just did it, I wouldn't let you pull out! I'd make you stay inside me until we both came, then, just to be sure, we'd do it about a million more times! I want to be deeply and thoroughly fucked, not just poked!"

Mom fell back laughing into Paul's arms. "That's my girl! You tell him, baby! Look out, world, my beautiful daughter wants The Lisa Treatment!"

"You're damn right I do!" I shouted, adding a petulant foot-stomp.

"Hey, now! What's with the potty mouth I'm hearing from my baby girl?" laughed Dad, calling out from the top of the stairs.

Quickly pulling Mom's wide-open robe together, Paul tried to hurry her back to her seat. The crazy thing is, she wasn't budging an inch. Even with Dad coming down the stairs, she wanted to keep going. Wrapping her arms around Paul's neck, she planted another long, smacking wet kiss on his lips while playfully bouncing her ass in his lap. Finally, though, grinning sweetly, she gave him a cute pout and a chaste kiss on the cheek before grudgingly returning to her original spot at the table.

I thought it would probably be a good idea to hide Paul's massive erection, so I scurried around his chair to take her place in his lap; setting myself down sidesaddle just the way she had, I lowered my bare bottom directly onto his rock-solid shaft.

That's how we were sitting when Dad came strolling into the kitchen. Immediately surmising that he'd interrupted something, he grinned, "Okay…what's going on? What'd I miss?"

Beaming, Mom gestured to Paul. "Oh, nothing much, honey. We were just congratulating your son on becoming a man, that's all."

"Jeez, Mom!" laughed Paul.

She laughed right back, "Okay, maybe not a man, but definitely a stud, just like his father."

Dad laughed, too. "Whoa! When was this? I thought we said no wild parties while we were gone?"

I wrapped my arms around Paul's neck and hugged him. "Sorry, Dad! You know Paul, he's a total horndog! Leave him alone for one minute, and he ends up bagging the hottest girl in school...NINE TIMES!"

"PAUL! NINE TIMES?!" Mom exclaimed, then she totally lost it, laughing and whooping it up so much that she nearly fell out of her chair.

"Oh, didn't I tell you that part?'' I asked, grinning innocently. ''Yep, as Lisa was leaving, she told me that he did her nine times in two days! She said that he went nine times, but she came a lot more than that!"

"Dawn, would you shut up already? Jesus!" Paul shouted, pinching me in the ribs. With a squeal of laughter I jumped, landing right on the head of his cock. It wasn't skin to skin, unfortunately, since he'd managed to stay inside his boxers, but it still felt amazing.

Giggling, I blatantly wriggled on his erection while cooing in a sexy Lisa-voice, "Oooh, Paul! Do me nine times!"

Watching me grind my bare ass on him, Mom gave me a gorgeous smile.

"Dawn, I think I have to agree with your brother," Dad chuckled. "Way too much information. We are his parents, after all." Then, with a look of surprise, he turned to Paul. "Lisa? As in Lisa Aragon, the cheerleader?"

Grinning from ear to ear, Mom folded her arms beneath her breasts, which nearly pushed them right out into the open again. We all noticed it, Dad included, and she smiled smugly. "Yep, Lisa Aragon, the gorgeous cheerleader. That's the one."

"Prettiest girl in the whole school," I added proudly.

"You mean the second prettiest…" said Paul, hugging me around my waist and kissing me on the cheek.

"Bravo, my son! We'll make a politician out of you yet!" Dad said, laughing along with Mom. "Still, wow…Lisa Aragon? And it went that well, did it?"

Mom became serious again. "Honey, the reason I'm congratulating him - the reason I'm truly proud of him - is that he treated her so well. When Lisa finally went home this afternoon, that wonderful girl was still on cloud nine. Clearly, Paul isn't just some selfish jerk. He waited for the right girl, she waited for the right boy, and they made magic. You can be very proud of your handsome son. I know I am."

Dad's expression immediately darkened at the mention of making magic.

"Lisa is on the pill, honey. No grandchildren for us, not just yet," she grinned.

Letting out a huge whoop, Dad scooped up Mom by the waist and swung her around in circles, making her squeal with laughter as her lace wrap flew up to the middle of her back. Swinging her over near the table, he reached out and high-fived Paul. "That's my boy! You did it with style - and no grandkids!" he shouted in exaggerated triumph.

I'd never seen Dad be so goofy! God, it was great to see him carry on like such a clown.

Still…

"Dad! You're talking about Lisa! Our Lisa! You know, one of my best friends in the whole world? She's over here all the time, remember? She's not just some trophy! Jeez!" I said, playfully slapping at him.

As if genuinely chastened, Dad made this totally serious face...then he laughed at me! "Some other time, sweetheart! Right now she's just a major hottie, and my boy treated her right!"

"From the sounds of things, she treated him right, too!" Mom said, bursting with laughter when Dad went right back to whipping her through the air, again making her wrap fly up her back. "Baby, keep swinging me around like this and our whole block is going to see your wife's bare bottom…" she added, giving him a sexy grin as he continued to whirl her around the kitchen.

"So? Let 'em look! Let 'em all look! You're absolutely gorgeous! Dawn is, too! And my boy's a stud!" he shouted, squeezing her ass with both hands while laughing like an idiot for effect.

Eventually he set her down next to us. "Paul, seriously, congratulations. I'm really happy for you. We'll talk about this some other time, hopefully when I'm feeling more like an adult."

He put his hand on Paul's shoulder, giving him a friendly jostle.

"No problem," said an obviously pleased Paul.

Dad grabbed Mom again, swinging her around in a wide arc before lifting her onto the kitchen counter. Standing between her spread legs as they hugged and kissed, he had his back to us.

"Now would be a good time for you to make your escape, while Dad isn't looking…" I whispered to Paul. "That is, unless you want him to see us like this, with his son's giant erection pressing into his daughter's naked pussy."

I reached down and grabbed his cock, which was still as big and hard as ever.

He turned to check on Mom, who smiled to us over Dad's shoulder while pulling him in for a closer hug. She playfully lifted her little robe, and Dad went back to squeezing and fondling her bare bottom. Wiggling her hips for him, she gave us another of her sexy grins.

When Paul and I got up and stood beside the table, my eyes went wide, then my hands went to my mouth. He had the most enormous tent ever in his boxers. I mean it was just insane, and I tried not to giggle out loud.

The moment Mom caught sight of his crazy erection jutting out so obscenely in his baggy underwear, she made a completely silly happy-face. As huge as his hard-on had looked when he was sitting in his chair, somehow it seemed even more outrageously colossal with him standing in the middle of the kitchen. I swear, it was like he had a baseball bat in his shorts.

"Wow!" she mouthed, her eyes shining with delight.

Having listened to both his sister and his mother plus a houseful of beautiful cheerleaders rave about his spectacular cock for two solid days, I guess Paul must've been feeling pretty full of himself. Giving Mom a goofy grin, he wrapped his hand around the base of his dick, showing off his length. He began to move it around, making his oversized purple crown slip through his open fly.

Mom and I were desperately trying not to giggle when suddenly he pulled his cock all the way out and started wagging it at her!

Wildly exclaiming with her eyes, she tried to cover her giggles. He was having a blast showing off for her, and she beamed brightly. Biting her lip, she held her hands way far apart, demonstrating how big he was. "Wow!" she said again, and as he continued to wave it around she mouthed, "I love it!"

Grinning like a circus chimp, Paul pulled my t-shirt up and slapped his dick against my bare bottom, making me jump. Mom held her hands tightly over her mouth to stifle her giggles; then, realizing it wasn't working, she started kissing Dad all over his neck.




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 05



"Killer past couple of weeks for you, huh, little brother?"

Paul and I were finally on the road, heading to California. We had the top down on my convertible Beetle, all our stuff was piled in the back seat, and I was grinning at him from behind the wheel. Although there really wasn't much to see out there in the middle of nowhere, we didn't care. We were excited to be rolling at last, just the two of us together on the open highway.

Driving along, I'd been teasing him about everything that'd happened.

"First you become this raging horndog with me, then you're just fucking Lisa like crazy! Are you sure you were a virgin, or was that all just some big sympathy scam?"

"You got me, sis. I engineered everything, right down to the finest detail. Behind your back I got Rick, Mom and Dad together, and we conspired to brainwash you into doing exactly what you've always done anyway. Then I hypnotized us both so that I'd get all excited by seeing you in your panties, and you would get turned on by seeing what you'd done to me."

I had to grin as I listened to him lay it all out.

Returning my grin, he pressed onward. "The hard part was always going to be finding a way to get Mom on board with my wicked scheme. I had to get you to play with her, otherwise she wouldn't go for it. Getting you to convince her to join in was a real bitch, but I knew it would be the key to the whole thing."

We both laughed, yet I wondered at his joke about getting me to play with Mom. He didn't know about her coming to my room. I hadn't told him about any of the things she and I had done together. As far as he knew, she just suddenly started being sexier with everyone all on her own.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "How did I play with Mom? Like you said, I've only been doing the same things I've always done. Mom just finally decided to enjoy herself and not worry about you guys getting hard from seeing us. You and she suddenly changed, not me."

"Sure, Dawn, and you had nothing to do with it. C'mon, are you saying you didn't encourage Mom to loosen up?"

"How did I encourage her? What do you think I did? She just decided to start having fun again, and she made that decision all on her own."

"You didn't give her some sort of pep talk, convincing her to start dressing more like you?"

"No!" I said, laughing. "What in the world ever gave you that idea? I didn't do anything, Paul. I didn't need to. All I did was tell her how great she looked and how awesome it was to see her being so sexy around the house. You told her the exact same things."

"I suppose you're also going to say that you had nothing to do with Lisa either," he grinned, dropping the hammer on me.

Fidgeting in my seat, I returned his grin. "I just gave her my blessing. I told her how wonderful she is, and that I was happy for her to be the one for you."

He simply sat there, smirking.

"Okay, fine," I laughed. "Maybe I might have also encouraged her to make the first move, just to get the ball rolling, since you were obviously never going to do it!"

"Hey! Who says I wasn't?"

"So, were you? When were you ever going to step up and finally make a move on her?"

He gave me a sheepish grin. "Probably never. I didn't even know she liked me, and I just assumed she was way out of my league anyway."

Exasperated, I turned to stare at him. "Why on earth would you assume that? Paul, you're absolutely gorgeous. All the girls say so. You heard them totally spazzing out over you."

"Yeah, I heard them. That day was the first time, though, and you basically put them up to it."

"I did not! I didn't have to put them up to anything, and I certainly didn't tell them to slobber all over you about how hot you are. 'You can fuck me anytime, Paul!' Yeah, right! You think I put them up to that? Baby brother, believe me, they came up with that all on their own."

"Yeah, okay, but you still started it."

"What do you mean?" 

"Dawn, Lisa told me everything."

"If she really told you everything, then you know she already wanted you."

"Yeah, she admitted that, but you also told her to make a move on me before I left for our trip. She said it was your talk that put the thought in her head."

"Paul, she'd already told me point-blank, 'I want to fuck your brother.' She wanted you to be her first. She just didn't know how, or when, but she knew she wanted you. I didn't have to convince her of that."

"Fine, but she never would have done it, not without you. She hadn't planned on anything like that, at least not so soon. She said you really did it to her when you took off your panties in front of me, then you pulled her skirt up. She said it was all you."

Smiling smugly, he knew he'd won that one.

"Okay," I admitted, allowing him his little victory, "she told me the same thing. So? All I did was help speed things up a bit. Unless you're a total retard, you were eventually going to figure out that she wanted you. Jeez, she allowed herself to be completely naked for you. Wasn't that a subtle enough hint? I mean, sooner or later, even you would have picked up on her intentions."

"Yeah, we probably would've gotten together eventually. It's not like I would ever say no to her."

"I would hope not, but she had to do everything. You were never going to make the first move, so you should be thanking me!"

"Dawn, are you under some weird impression that I'm not thanking you? Do you think I'm blaming you, like it's a bad thing? Of course I'm thanking you! That's what I've been trying to say this whole time! You have been totally awesome. I cannot possibly thank you enough for everything you've done. I'm not just talking about what you did with Lisa, either, even though that would already be way more than enough."

"What do you mean?"

"C'mon, look at everything you've done for me. Starting off, look what you've done just to you and me. It's all because of you that we've become so close. We used to ignore each other; now you're my best friend, and the coolest sister any guy ever had. Plus, god, you're so hot and sexy with me. In terms of sex, you've given me everything."

"Not everything. We were interrupted, remember?" I giggled.

He didn't laugh with me. He just grinned. "Yes, big sister, everything. First, you let me see you in your amazing little panties and tops, and even naked. You were happy to show me every inch of your insanely incredible body. You allowed me to get turned on by looking at you. Instead of trying to make me feel guilty about it, you encouraged me. Then you let me know that you like to see me too. Coming from you, the hottest girl in the whole school, that's a really big deal. And yes, we were interrupted, but you still made sure I got to have sex. You didn't just talk Lisa into it, you helped her do it. She even insisted on your help, because you were such an important part of it to her. You made it awesome for all of us. Dawn, you always make everything awesome."

"Oh, Paul..." I said, trying not to cry. "Don't you know how much I love you? I would do anything for you."

Noticing that my eyes were welling up, he took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "See? This is what I mean. Dawn, this is the best time of my life, and it's all because of you. Look how we're talking now. Check out where we are. I'm on a road trip! Me, on a road trip! And I'm with the most beautiful girl in the world. You even made this happen, by asking Mom and Dad to let me come with you. You're giving me the best experiences of my life, and since you're my sister I'll get to love you for it forever. Oh, and don't forget that one other thing..." he added, smiling mischievously.

I grinned, waiting.

"Look what you did to Mom. Look at the gift you've given all of us, with everything you've done to her. Jeez, just look what you've given me with her. Look how happy she is, how alive she is, and how happy she and Dad are together now. Have you ever seen them this happy? Dawn, you've turned Mom into the happiest, sexiest, most awesome wife, mother, friend and lover ever. None of us could ever thank you enough for that."

"Paul, I keep telling you, she did this all on her own. I didn't need to talk her into anything. She surprised me with it the same as she surprised you, Rick, Donny and Dad."

"You may not have specifically talked her into it, but you know you're the reason for it. No way these crazy past couple of weeks happen, not without you giving her your permission. You did that by setting the example every day, both before and after she gave you her blessing to wear whatever you want around the house. Whether it's Dad, me, or my friends, you're always totally sexy with us, giving us all constant hard-ons. You excite Mom, too. Dawn, you're the one who gave her permission to be sexy again. I'm sure Dad wasn't stopping her or anything, but she could only do it with your blessing, and your inspiration."

I grinned, "She certainly is inspiring, isn't she?"

"Yes, she is, but I said you, not her. You inspired her, not the other way around. She didn't have to talk you into being the way you are."

"Paul, I keep telling you, I didn't have to talk her into anything either. She's always been a huge flirt. C'mon, you've seen those outrageously sexy miniskirts and see-through tops she wears for Dad and his friends. Whenever she goes anywhere with them, she's usually half naked. The only thing that's changed is now she's also doing it around the house again."

"Fine, even though you didn't have to talk her into it, you're still the one who convinced her that it was okay to be that way around the house again. It was obviously inside her all along, and you gave her permission to let it back out."

Beaming at him, I debated whether to ask my next question. In the end, I simply had to know. Grinning, I just put it out there. "Speaking of things being inside her, were you ever going to tell me what was really going on when you and Mom had your little 'accident' at the kitchen table?"

His face sort of momentarily froze. "What...what do you mean? You were there. You saw what happened. What more did you want me to say?"

"Well, for starters, Mom later told me that just a wee bit more happened that night than you two sneaks had led me to believe," I said, giving him a huge grin.

"Ummm...she did? Like what? I mean, what did she say?"

Laughing to myself over his reluctance to spill the beans, I said, "Okay, just tell me what really happened that night. While you're at it, go ahead and tell me about any other little 'accidents' you two may have had. I'm guessing that couldn't have been the only one, not with the way she totally drools at the sight of your big cock. Come on, we have all the time in the world now to talk about everything, and I'm dying to know."

With the sign posts blurring against an endless horizon of rolling fields of grain, finally he turned to me, a small grin playing on his lips. He was obviously weighing what to say, so I gave him a gentle nudge. "Baby, there's no need for secrets anymore. It's just you and me out here, and you know I'm not going to say a word about this to anyone. Why would I? I'm involved in it too."

"You are? I thought you told me you weren't? In fact, I could have sworn you just said, 'I'm only doing the same things I've always done. It's you two who changed.' Are you now saying that things also happened with you?"

He had a total shit-eating grin.

"Paul, you know they have. I'm sitting here talking to one of those 'things that happened.' Baby, just think about what you and I have done. I'm definitely involved in this."

"Is that it, though? Just the things with me, plus what you do with the girls? Nothing else? No little 'accidents' of your own with Mom or Dad?"

It had clearly become my turn to weigh what to say, and he was watching me closely. Giving him a little grin, I made my decision. "No, it hasn't just been you. I've also done things with Mom...and Dad."

"Seriously? Dad, too?"

I nodded shyly. "Yes, kind of like what you did with Mom. Still, tell me. I want to know what really happened that night at the kitchen table."

"Okay, but you have to tell me your stuff too," he grinned.

"Of course. Fair is fair. I bet you have way more to tell, though."

"Way more about that night specifically, or just way more in general?"

"Both. You and Mom have done other stuff besides the kitchen table thing, haven't you?"

He nodded sheepishly.

"Okay then, start with that night in the kitchen. Fill me in. I know you two were hiding at least some of what was going on."

"Dawn, she really did it. Or we really did it. Actually, I'm not exactly sure who was doing it."

"Doing what?" I grinned.

"I was inside her," he said, nearly in a whisper.

"I know, you both told me that. You were inside her about halfway, for just a few seconds. Then, as we continued talking, you kept pressing into her, sort of sliding in and out a little. That's when you two would flinch."

He gave me a slow grin. "No, Dawn. She was messing with your head. Initially, yes, we had that accident, when I popped out of my boxers and slid inside her. A little later I popped out again, and she didn't jump away. She just let it press against her, skin to skin."

"Yes, I know. She said so at the time."

"What she didn't tell you was that the next time I accidentally slid inside her, she let me stay there; it wasn't just pressing between her lips, close to going inside. No, she let me go all the way. She was so wet, I slid right in. When I pushed inside, she held me there, squeezing me with her pussy. You started asking her about it; I mean really asking about the details, like how did it feel? Do you remember when she shifted in my lap, and my hands went to her hips? She said, 'I wouldn't keep moving on him this way if it didn't feel so good.'"

"Yes, I remember. I also remember that she said I should try it, too."

We exchanged grins, and I reached over to stroke him through his pants. "Baby, she was giving us her permission. She was even encouraging us to do it, telling me right in front of you that I should try sitting naked on your hard cock, the way she was. She said that I might enjoy letting her caress my bare breasts while your huge erection is pushing inside me. Then I remember her saying to you, 'It felt like you were fucking me before, and you loved it. Now it feels like you're fucking me again, only this time it's even better because it's no accident.'"

"Exactly. She'd positioned herself to where my erection was no longer just trapped between my legs, with the head pressing against her. She moved around until my legs came apart a little, freeing it to pop up, then she lifted and let it go inside her. We didn't have a good angle, so that's why you saw her continually shifting her hips. She was taking more inside, driving me crazy by grinding her ass and squeezing her pussy on me. When you saw her really obviously reposition herself, she wasn't trying to make it more comfortable to sit on."

"She was trying to take more of it inside her," I grinned.

He returned my grin. "Not just more of it. All of it. Dawn, she took the whole thing. She was telling you that she didn't need to be curious about how I'd feel inside her, remember? By that point I was completely stuffed inside her pussy. She kept moving in my lap, occasionally letting it slip halfway out before sliding it back in, until finally she just sank all the way down and stayed there. That's when you saw her really start grinding her ass, like nonstop. We were totally fucking almost that entire time.

"Did you see when Dad came in? Remember how reluctantly she climbed off my lap? If she hadn't felt my panic, god, I think she would have stayed right where she was and just continued fucking me. In fact, I'm sure of it. She would've kept me all the way inside her, even with Dad there. When she finally went back to her own seat, didn't you notice how I was sticking straight up out of my boxers, all wet and shiny? I barely had time to put it away!"

I shook my head. "Nope, I didn't. I was behind you when she got up, so I couldn't see it. By the time I made it to your lap you were already covered again. You really think she would've kept doing it, even in front of Dad?"

He gave me another accusing grin. "I'm positive. She had no panic reaction at all. Dawn, she was doing it because of you. Just like with everything else, you inspired her, and gave her permission. All those questions you were asking us, that's what really turned her on. She started off by being surprised over what had happened, but definitely okay with it, then she became super playful and mischievous about it. Once she saw that you were completely fine with everything, it made her want to do even more, simply to see how far we could go while still keeping it as sort of our own sneaky little secret. Dawn, you've turned her into a horny goofball teenager again!"

I couldn't help but laugh, then he laughed too. We laughed even more when, after a bazillion crows flew right over us, my windshield was suddenly bombed by two of the biggest meatloaf-sized turds ever. I spritzed the washers and flipped on the wipers, and we laughed again as the bird poop smeared all over the place. Once it eventually began to clear up, we settled back down.

"Paul, you might be reading way too much into it. Maybe she just wanted your big, hard cock, and my being there was the only thing stopping her from totally fucking your brains out. We both know she wanted to feel it inside her. She made that perfectly clear. When you were waving it at her, god, she even came right out and said, 'I love it!' She was saying she wants to fuck you again. I think that what happened was she simply surrendered to temptation and let you fuck her, hoping I wouldn't catch on.

"It worked, too. I didn't know, not exactly. I definitely didn't realize it had gone that far, and she certainly didn't get the idea to do it from me! How could she? I can't get anyone to fuck me!"

I laughed, but he only grinned. "You just keep thinking that. See, I know better. I could feel what was making her respond. It was you, Dawn. It was your questions. It was when you touched her and put my hands on her. You were telling her it was okay, giving her permission, encouraging her to keep going. You were turning her on. The thought of you wanting to watch us have sex was driving her crazy.

"I'm also sure that if Dad had just stayed upstairs a little longer she would have started moving all the way up and down on me. She would've openly fucked me, right in front of you. She wasn't going to play her sneaky game too much longer. She was squirming so much, I could tell she really wanted to fuck. She would have done it, too, even with you watching us."

"Yep, I think you're right. I also think that at some point there, if Dad hadn't come down, she would've put me in your lap and had you fuck me, too. She would have watched us and played with me as we had sex, just like I played with her while you two were fucking."

I let out a wistful sigh.

"That's what I mean, Dawn. Again, just like with you giving me yourself, and even Lisa, you gave me Mom, too. She never would have done the things she's been doing with me these past few weeks - or any of the amazing things she's been doing with all of us lately - if not for you. You did this to her. You turn her on like crazy."

"Wow," I said, slowly shaking my head in wonder. "You and Mom had sex, and you did it right in front of me. Paul, that is just completely awesome."

I knew they had, or at least she'd already told me they had, and Paul had just confirmed it. She hadn't merely been teasing me. I'd thought that maybe she was just trying to make me crazy by telling me she'd taken him all the way, but nope, they'd really done it.




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 05



"Dawn, we also had sex a few days later, right in front of Rick and Donny."

"No way!" I shouted. "When was this?"

"It was after she blew everyone away at the pool party, later that night. Dad had to go to Denver, and you went to the movies with Michelle and Lisa, remember?"

"It was that same night? Damn it! Okay, tell me what happened!"

~ ~ ~

He was talking about the day Donny's eyes just about popped out of his head when Mom came and joined us at the pool.

Her bikini was basically just a new, sexier version of mine. It was even smaller, though, especially with her big boobs overflowing the barely-there top. Whereas my little bikini was simply threadbare and thin, hers was totally teensy and wispy, plus it was unlined. Completely see-through wet or dry, it was really more of a sheer bra and thong panties set than a bikini.

The guys about died when they saw her, and so did I.

"Damn, honey! Look at you! You're just trying to give us all hard-ons, aren't you?" laughed Dad, obviously beside himself with excitement over the sight of his amazing wife standing basically naked before us.

"Mom, you look incredible! You are totally gorgeous! Jesus, you're even giving me a hard-on!" I grinned, and everyone laughed.

Blowing me a sexy kiss, she let us all ogle her for another few moments before laughing, "So I guess everyone approves of my new bikini then? I just bought it, and I thought today would be the perfect occasion to take it out for a little test drive." Grinning, she did this awesome thing with her hands, trailing them up her thighs and over her stomach to her breasts. She slowed to linger there, smiling as her fingertips caressed her beautiful curves.

God, even her bikini cover-up was incredibly sexy. It was just a sheer scarlet wrap that was a lot shorter than her kimono and way more transparent than her white lace robe.

Of course Rick had already been treated to the mouthwatering sights of her bare breasts and naked pussy, and I'm sure he was still buzzing over the flirty hug she'd given him that night in her silky kimono; nevertheless, he was clearly stunned when she came out to the patio wearing something so revealing.

Her bright white bikini was skimpier than anything she had ever worn to go swimming with us, which her red cover-up made painfully evident. Even though we could already see her killer bikini anyway, we were all on pins and needles waiting for her to take off her tiny robe.

Grinning at Dad, who gave her a horny leer in return, she performed this wicked little striptease for us. Shimmying her hips, she slowly peeled her wrap away before simply letting it float to the ground. Wearing only her see-through bikini, she raised her arms above her head and did the hottest twirl ever, proudly showing off every inch of her lush, perfect body.

If Rick was pleasantly stunned, Donny was in complete shock. He wasn't there the night she first displayed herself in her kimono, so seeing her be so mind-blowingly sexy at the pool was definitely a whole new experience for him. When she took off that wrap and did her awesome little dance for us, he instantly got a crazy hard-on, which was obvious even through the water.

Noticing his huge erection, she gave him a happy smile before slinking her way over to the steps and tiptoeing into the pool to join us. Once she'd waded in about waist high, she paused to dunk herself. When she came back up, she slowly ran her hands through her long, dark hair.

As she knew it would, her bikini had essentially disappeared, rendering her completely naked. With her firm, flawless breasts thrusting out so provocatively, dazzling like diamonds in the bright sunlight reflecting off the sparkling water, words like 'spectacular' and 'awe inspiring' wouldn't even begin to do her justice.

We all gasped, and she beamed at me.

I slid through the water, making a beeline for her. Still beaming brightly, she spread her arms in welcome, and I moved into her warm embrace. Leaning back to drink in her gorgeous nudity, I grinned, "You are so amazing. God, I want to fuck you."

She smiled at the boys, who were clearly shocked by what I'd said. They were also openly gawking at the two of us hugging right in front of them, pretty much naked. When I reached up to cup her breasts, she shot them a flirty smile. Turning back to me, she slipped her hands inside my tiny bikini bottoms and squeezed my ass. "Baby, the feeling is quite mutual," she purred, shocking them further.

When she finally released me, she followed their eyes down to her breasts. "Oops! I guess this bikini really wasn't designed for swimming," she said, offering them another flirty grin.

"If they put me in charge, that's definitely how I'd design 'em!" answered Dad, making us all laugh.

Dry, the two sliding triangles on top barely obscured her perfectly defined areolas. We could still see them, including their light brown color. Wet, her white suit became invisible. Her two-inch caps were like magnets to our eyes, and her erect nipples stood tall and gorgeous.

Her thong bottoms were similar to my bikini panties in that they became totally sheer when wet while also leaving the top few inches of her ass crack exposed. Her neatly trimmed landing strip and smooth pussy lips were every bit as easy to see as mine are, plus a lot more of her sexy ass was showing since my panties aren't nearly as tiny as hers.

It was so funny, the way the boys just wouldn't let her get out of the pool. Every time she tried to go, they just wrestled her back into the water. We ended up doing chicken fights, beginning with Mom and Rick squaring off against Donny and me. Dad and Paul stayed on the sidelines, laughing and shouting encouragements to both teams while firing up the barbecue to grill some steaks.

With Mom's ass pooching out as she struggled to maintain her balance atop Rick's shoulders, it wasn't long before her little panties were barely covering anything. "Hey!" she giggled, slapping at Paul's hands when he leaned into the pool and tugged her bottoms all the way below her ass. Still giggling while trying to reposition herself, she managed to pull her bottoms down so far that she bared not only her ass but her pussy too. Apparently deciding to make the best of it, she squeezed Rick's head between her thighs. "It's too bad you're facing the wrong way..." she grinned, playfully rubbing her naked pussy against the back of his neck.

Once the chicken fight resumed, we began laughing, shouting and hand fighting like wild savages. Mom being Mom, she just couldn't resist the temptation to tug my top away from my breasts. Rick cheered, and when I immediately retaliated by pulling her top aside too, Donny shouted, "Holy crap!" Battling tooth and nail, we played the rest of the game that way, with our bikini tops merely framing our naked bouncing boobs; all the while, our flirty Samantha was happily kissing Rick's neck with her bare pussy.

Seeing her incredible body on display like that, Rick and Donny must have thought they'd died and gone to heaven.

"About ten more minutes on the steaks..." Dad called out, watching us play.

"Then take a break and come join us!" I answered. Splashing Mom, I tried to imitate her by grinding my pussy against Donny's neck. Of course it wasn't quite the same since my panties were in the way, but Donny still let out a little yelp of surprise, and Mom applauded my efforts.

Setting their things aside, Paul and Dad jumped into the pool. Paul instantly went on the attack, yanking me down off of Donny's shoulders and lifting me onto his own, prompting Donny to tackle us both. Meanwhile, it didn't take two seconds before Mom and Dad were wrestling and dunking each other over by the side of the steps, about stomach high. She ended up with her arms and legs hooked around him, and they began kissing like fiends. I mean they were fully making out, and we all laughingly cheered them on.

"Jeez, you two, get a room!" I shouted, giggling when I saw her hands sneak into the back of his shorts, and suddenly the top of his snow white butt was showing beneath the water. She'd pulled his shorts down! Grinning at us over his shoulder, she stuck her tongue out at me before slipping her arms around his neck again and just totally making out with him.

I couldn't be certain because of the water, and because they didn't go too crazy, but it looked like they were fucking. I know I saw her hand slide down between their bodies and move around for a few seconds, like she was guiding him inside her, then they went right back to making out. He was smoothly thrusting his hips, and her bare breasts were juddering in rhythm. When her eyes opened, they were fluttering. She locked her legs more tightly around his waist and started grinding against him, moaning as she drove her tongue into his mouth.

They were definitely fucking.

Rather than stand there and watch them like a bunch of pervs, the boys and I went back to splashing and fooling around, and immediately they all ganged up on me. Wrestling with them, it was obvious that they were super horny. God, they were just freely copping feels. Every two seconds there was another hard cock pressing into me, and my breasts were simply mauled. I let them touch me as much as they wanted, anywhere they wanted, encouraging them by rubbing my tits and pussy against their dicks. They were constantly slipping their hands inside my panties to squeeze my ass, and before I knew it I was being finger-fucked from every direction. For my part, I blatantly played with their cocks, eventually going inside their shorts to fondle and stroke their huge erections. I mouthed their hard-ons underwater, including Paul's, which made Rick and Donny really lose their minds, and I even pulled Rick's out to give him a quick blowjob. Giggling as I sucked him, I was blowing silly bubbles up and down his blurry dick when suddenly a bunch of long, squiggly ribbons of white cum started firing out of his peehole.

Now that was just too cool!

When I looked over to check on Mom and Dad, it was equally obvious that they had thoroughly enjoyed their awesome episode of sneaky sex. Draped over the side of the pool, Dad was lazily kicking his feet near the steps where his gorgeous, happy wife lay stretched out languidly on her back. With only her lower body in the water and her arms spread wide, she was offering us the most spectacular view ever of her perfect naked breasts.

Watching us play our flirty games, she looked nothing less than a goddess, and she flashed me a sweet, sexy smile.

Dad finally climbed out of the pool, though not before stopping to give her one last wicked tongue-kiss, which she hotly returned.

She and I spent the rest of the afternoon that way, fully exposed in our sheer bikinis. God, it was such an awesome feeling, going basically naked in front of Dad and the boys. More than anything, I think we were all blown away by the simple fact that Mom was allowing herself to be on display for us, and we knew she was just as turned on as we were.

Telling her again how amazing she looked, I gushed over her perfect body. I also told her how happy I was that she was sharing her incredible beauty and sexy passion with us.

The guys all agreed, particularly on the "sexy passion" thing! Everyone raved about how great it was to see her like that, then Dad went over and gave her the most loving hug ever, squeezing her from behind while whispering something in her ear.

"I love you too, baby," she giggled.

Turning back to the table, she became super serious with Paul, Rick and Donny. "Boys, I truly appreciate everything you're saying. I really do. I admit it, all this attention feels amazing. I love the way everyone is looking at me lately, especially my own husband. Being wanted like this, it's the greatest feeling in the world. Knowing that you think I'm sexy turns me on to no end, yet here's the thing. I don't want any of you to start taking Dawn for granted now. You all know what a wonderful girl she is. You certainly don't need me to tell you that, but—"

"We know, Mom. Believe me, we know. We all love her," Paul said, taking my hand.

She grinned happily. "I know you do, but I want you to look at her now. Really look at her, the same way you've all been looking at me. Don't you see? It's not just today; it's every single moment with her. She's always this beautiful for us. Dawn is so incredibly sexy that sometimes she even drives me insane, so I can't imagine how you boys can stand it. My god, just look at her. How can you take your eyes off of her? I know I can't."

She gave me a dazzling smile, and they all turned to me. Blushing, I dropped my head to the table, hiding my face in my hair.

"Just look at her..." she repeated, getting up to come over to my side of the table. "Let us see you, baby," she said, taking my hand and having me stand before her. Casting lingering glances down my body, she appeared to be deep in thought before finally adding, "Maybe just this one time, boys, though with this tiny thing she always wears, does it really even matter?"

My heart jumped into my throat when she simply untied my bikini top and tossed it aside. Smiling sweetly, she slid my bottoms off too.

Facing me forward, she set my naked body on full display. "This perfect daughter is truly the most beautiful girl in the world, and far beyond anything I could ever dream of being. She's the one you should be staring at and complimenting. All your gorgeous erections today, they ought to be for her. My god, just look at this girl..." she said yet again, hugging me from behind. Hooking her arms around my stomach, she left my breasts and pussy exposed.

They could see me shaking. I was absolutely on fire, and didn't care that we were on the patio. If they had all jumped me right then and there, I would have eagerly dived in and never come up for air.

She grinned at the wide-eyed boys before giving me a heartbreaking smile. "Thank you, angel. Thank you for everything you said. You make me feel so beautiful. You always do, and you deserve to feel that beautiful too, so let them see you...let them show their hunger for you. I want you to enjoy the feeling of being desired, the same as I do. Let us all see your sexy passion, baby."

Kissing my shoulder, she took me by the hand, and with everyone watching she never let go while slowly leading me back to the water.

Those few seconds were the sexiest moments of my life, when my beautiful mother and I walked side by side to the pool. I knew she was showing me off in the simplest, most elegant way, even as I knew everyone's eyes were also feasting on her.

Standing at the side of the pool, she took me in her arms. "You can't imagine how spectacular you looked just now, gliding fully nude across the patio, your golden body bathed in warm sunlight. Baby, you are so gorgeous naked that I almost want to forbid you from ever wearing anything around this house. You are absolutely perfect without a stitch of clothing on." She smiled and slid her hands down to caress my ass, vividly demonstrating her point to the guys. "Your sexy back...your tiny waist...your incredible legs...and, god help us all, your beautiful bottom...." Moaning softly, she cupped and squeezed my ass, further showing it off to them.

I was becoming desperate. "Oh my god, you're going to make me cum, right here in front of everybody," I whispered. "You know what it does to me when you touch me there, and you're showing them!"

"Yes, I am," she grinned.

"Then damn it, if you really want them to see me cum, let's quit teasing and just do it. I want you like crazy, and I don't care if they watch. Let's get them so turned on that they'll all be dying to fuck us," I whispered, caressing and squeezing her ass the same way she was doing it to me.

What a sight we must have been.

"Baby, they're already dying to fuck us," she whispered back, her little grin growing brighter.

"Doesn't that turn you on, knowing they all want to fuck you? It's driving me crazy."

It really was driving me insane. I was ready for them to come and take us.

"Yes, baby, it's turning me on like crazy, knowing your father and the boys all want to fuck me."

"Then let's do it!" I moaned.

"Angel, I want to...you know I do. We just can't, though, not here. We can't have sex in front of Rick and Donny. Baby, come to my bedroom tonight. Your father is leaving this evening for his conference in Denver, and he won't be back until late tomorrow. When you get home from your movie, take off all your clothes, then come slip into my bed. I'll be waiting for you, naked and wet. We'll make love all night, I promise," she whispered, urgently squeezing my bottom.

Writhing in her arms, I came. I know she felt it; more importantly, she knew I was cumming. As my thighs shook and my heart pounded, she held me close. "You are so beautiful when you cum. Mmmm, I can't wait to make love to you," she cooed, stroking my hair.

I kissed her neck and whispered, "I won't wait any longer than tonight. I'm in love with you. I'm not just saying that, either. I truly am in love with you, and I have to have you. Promise me!"

"Tonight, baby. Take me tonight. I want you to sleep with me. Dawn, promise me you'll come to my bed tonight."

I was still shaking. It was my orgasm, it was my burning need, but mostly it was my overwhelming desire for her. "Okay, I'll wait, and I promise to sleep with you tonight, but I want you to share this with me now..." I said, unclipping her bikini top. Nodding her understanding, she just smiled and stood still. I tossed her top into the pool, then I pulled her bottoms down, and she sexily stepped out of them.

"I'm in love with you too, angel. Thank you for sharing this with me," she whispered, again looking like a total goddess.

Showing her off as much as possible, I stroked and squeezed her ass while giving her one of her own loving smiles. "I want you to share in this. Just like you said about me, I want them all to see you. I want the boys to go crazy with lust for you, and I want you to show them your desire. I love that you had sex with Dad in front of us. God, I loved seeing you like that."

She shivered in my arms. "I had a feeling you noticed what we were doing. I noticed what you were doing, too. I saw you playing with the boys."

"Oh, definitely. As we were wrestling around, they kept pushing their erections into me, plus I was already super horny from watching you. I just had to do something. Once Dad got out of the pool though, god, you should've come over and joined us. We could have all played together, and you know I would've kept Rick and Donny busy while you and Paul had yourselves another awesome sneaky fuck."

"Oh god, baby," she moaned into my neck.

"See, that's what I'm talking about! I love when you show us how turned on you are! Watching you tease everyone, and especially watching you have sex, it's the most beautiful thing in the world to me."

Completely naked, we hugged again, pressing our breasts together while holding each other's ass. I was so wrapped up in the moment that I was only vaguely aware of the sound of applause coming from the guys.

Bursting with pride, I loved that she wasn't trying to hide. Unashamed, she let us all enjoy every gorgeous inch of her gloriously naked body. When she walked us hand-in-hand into the pool, it felt like we were two sexy mermaids returning to the sea. As we glided back and forth, making smooth ripples, I was floating on soft, pillowy clouds. Time and again we came together for gentle kisses on the lips...a happy pair of water nymphs.

It was the most beautiful feeling I had ever experienced.

~ ~ ~

The sun had set, and Paul and I were laughing in the car, having a blast. I just had to hear everything about what'd happened after the pool party, particularly since I'd spent that very night in Mom's bed.




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 05



"You guys sure got an eyeful that day! On top of Mom stripping me on the patio, could you believe that bikini she wore, especially in front of Rick and Donny? She made every one of you get a huge boner!"

"You both did," Paul chuckled. "It wasn't just her, you know. You put on quite a show yourself there, little girl. The way you were going, it looked like you were about to fuck her brains out!"

I gave him a huge grin. "Here's a little secret for you: I definitely wanted to. I even tried to get her to do it with me, but she wouldn't. She said we had to wait; that we couldn't do it in front of Rick and Donny."

"So did you ever get to?" he laughed, tickling my leg and making me giggle.

I nodded happily. "Yep...big time. It was later that same night, after I got back from the movies. You were already zonked out. I went to bed with her, but we didn't actually go to sleep until the sun was coming up. Wow, can you believe it? She had sex with Dad in the pool, she had sex all night with me, and you're saying that she'd already had sex with you, Donny and Rick before I came home. She is just an absolute goddess."

Paul laughed, "Whoa, hold on there! I did not say that! I said she had sex with me in front of Rick and Donny, but I didn't say she fucked them too! Jeez, Dawn!"

"Well, did she?" I grinned mischievously.

"No! Of course not!" he said, laughing even harder.

"Really? I have to say, I'm almost surprised. She definitely has way more self-control than I do. But wait a minute here! Why wouldn't she have sex with me in front of Rick and Donny, yet she did it with you in front of them? How come you always get to have all the fun with her?"

With a dopey grin he just shrugged.

Snerking, I playfully jabbed him in the ribs. "Still, I bet you guys had the hugest hard-ons for her that whole evening. I'm sure you were the worst, too, or I guess I should say the best, since yours is so big. Yeah, as horny as Mom was that day, and it was just the four of you alone together that night? I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if you told me that she ended up having sex with all of you. I mean, why not?"

"Nope, it was just me," he said, still grinning.

"Well, damn, I would've let you all do whatever you wanted to me. God, I was dying for at least one of you to fuck me when we were screwing around in the pool. I'm sure that had I been there that night, I would have let everyone have me. Actually, instead of waiting to be taken, I probably would've just full-on jumped somebody!

"So, c'mon, tell me! What happened after I left?"

"Okay, after you left, I guess Mom wanted some alone-time with Dad before he had to catch his flight. When we all went inside, she took him straight to their bedroom. As soon as they were gone, Donny and Rick started freaking out, just going apeshit about how hot you and Mom looked in your bikinis, and especially naked. Seriously, they were totally losing their minds over what you two said and did to each other at the pool.

"Listening to them, it was obvious that Rick had already told Donny about that first night when Mom busted out her kimono for us, and you took off your top. He was pretty much bragging, 'See? And you thought it was bullshit!'

"Donny just kept laughing that he couldn't believe it. He even said to me, 'Dude, your mom is just as hot as your sister, if that's even possible!'"

"While they were going on like that, what were you doing?"

"Nothing. What could I do? They saw the same things I did. I couldn't exactly deny any of it, and you know I wouldn't even begin to disagree with them about how hot you both are. No way.

"Anyway, an hour or so later, as we were arguing in the den over which movie to watch, Mom and Dad came laughing down the stairs. Dad was dressed, and he had his small carry-on suitcase. Holding her hand, he brought her into the den and said, 'Guys, I'm heading out now. Take care of Sam here for me while I'm gone, and try not to destroy the place. I'll be back tomorrow night.' We all got up to shake his hand, then the three of us walked Mom and Dad to his car. Once he was buckled in and ready to go, she leaned through the window to kiss him goodbye.

"Here's the thing, Dawn...."

I was nearly holding my breath. "What? C'mon, what happened? Tell me!"

He gave me a sly grin. "She was wearing that bikini cover-up wrap thing again, you know, the red one...and nothing else. She must have just thrown it on after they'd gone upstairs and fucked their brains out. I know that's what they did, too. In the middle of the early evening they hurry off to their bedroom, then they come back down an hour later all smiling and happy, her hair totally wild, and she doesn't even have any panties on?"

I nodded. "Yep, they definitely went upstairs to have sex. God, she had so much sex that day! I'm surprised they were so obvious about it, though, especially Mom coming into the den looking like she'd just been thoroughly fucked."

"Exactly. It was as if she was perfectly okay with letting us know that she'd just had sex again. Anyway, she was completely naked beneath her awesome little robe, so when she leaned into the car and gave him one of her forever long make-out kisses...can you imagine?"

"Oh my god. That tiny thing barely even goes to the bottom of her ass...."

"Dawn, she showed us everything! Arching her back to lean through the window on her tiptoes, she stuck out her bare ass, and I about died. We all saw her wet pussy, and even her asshole. Donny couldn't help himself; he made this shocked little squeak sound. Rick smacked him across the head, telling him to keep quiet."

"Jesus. That must have been awesome," I giggled.

"It was! Totally! See, the other thing is she didn't even need to lean over."

"Wait...you mean she leaned way over on purpose, just to show you guys her ass and pussy?"

"Well, yeah, that too, probably. She also showed us her naked tits when she leaned way over."

"Then what do you mean?"

It was getting to be late in the day out there on the highway, and it wasn't overly warm beneath the setting sun. Even so, just imagining all the sexy things Mom did that night was making me hotter than hell.

"I mean, yeah, she probably bent at the waist a lot more than she needed to, on purpose. She didn't have to, though, not to show herself. Dawn, don't you remember that little bikini cover-up thing? It was completely see-through. Even before she leaned over we could already see every inch of her naked body, except maybe her asshole. When she came into the den with Dad, I could see her tits as plain as day, and definitely her pussy too. Following her to the garage, we were all staring at her bare ass, just like when she walked you to the pool after taking off your bikini. We could see her crack, her bouncing cheeks, her pussy lips...everything.

"That robe is a lot shorter and even more see-through than the white lace wrap she wore for us that night in the kitchen. The white one at least has those lacy parts. Her red cover-up has no lace or anything. It's just sheer netting, or gauze, or whatever you call it. You saw how easily we could all see her bikini through it. Without the bikini, she looked even more naked than you two do when your bikinis get wet. We could totally see her tits and ass freely bouncing around."

"I can imagine, plus it's ruby red, which always looks so hot on her with her long black hair and cherry lips. She must have just been sexy beyond belief," I sighed.

"No doubt! There she was, standing completely naked in front of me, Rick and Donny, and neither she nor Dad seemed to mind at all! Actually, I think Dad loved it, just like when she showed off her bikini for us out by the pool. He knew he was leaving his naked wife with three horny teenagers, and he had absolutely no problem with it!"

"God, Paul, weren't you just freaking out, knowing Donny was seeing all that for the first time? Even Rick hadn't seen her be that sexy before. Damn, I wish I'd stayed home that night. I would've died when she came down the stairs wearing nothing but a sheer little cover-up."

"You should have been there, Dawn. The two of you together, with just us three guys? You would've driven us completely insane. Remember, they haven't gotten to see what you usually wear around the house, and who knows what you would have trotted out that night? Something incredible, that's for sure."

"With Mom basically going naked, I think I would've worn this crazy new lace wrap she gave me that night we were all in the kitchen. Paul, it doesn't even begin to cover my ass. You will go full-on bonkers when you see me in it, and that would have been the perfect time to spring it on everyone. Still, I bet I would have just ended up taking it off halfway through the first movie. I'm sure Rick wouldn't have minded, plus it would've been so cool to see the look on Donny's face," I said, flashing a big grin.

"That's true, you probably would have just ended up going naked. With you and Mom competing to drive each other and all of us nuts, it would've been completely crazy."

Laughing, I punched him. "Paul, we do not! I've never tried to compete with her, and I don't push her to do things just to drive you guys nuts!"

"Yeah, well, she definitely competes with you, and you sure don't need a push. She sees what you do, and now she's being all sexy too, even around me and my friends. I know she's doing it at least partly to compete with you."

"Paul, you make it sound so horrible. She's just allowing herself to have some fun again. She feels beautiful, which is awesome, and she's simply enjoying the feeling of being turned on. It's not a competition."

"Okay, you're right, she's not trying to 'win,' or 'beat' you, or anything negative like that. I guess 'compete' is the wrong word. She just loves to feel sexy, and although she's not competing with you, she is doing it because of how sexy you are."

Again, I sighed. "She should feel sexy. God, she's way sexier than I am. I'm just a girl in pretty panties. She's a woman; a totally gorgeous woman. She is so much more aware of her body...how to show it, how to use it to turn people on, and especially how to enjoy it. I mean, come on, she just drips sex. What she did with the two of us in the kitchen, or when she was on the couch with you and Rick, with Dad right there? Amazing. I'm really happy for her, too.

"Okay, so what then?"

"Once Dad took off, I figured Mom would at least go put something on, maybe like her bikini panties or whatever. Nope. When the garage door finally closed, she just turned to us with a silly pouting face. Hooking her arm in mine, she gave us a sly grin and said, 'Well, boys, it looks like we're on our own tonight. I really don't want to go back to bed all alone either, not this early on a Friday evening. So, what do you say? If I promise to be good, would you little devils mind sharing me as your date for Movie Night?'"

I laughed, "Jeez, Mom! You might as well have said, 'That's right, I just had tons of awesome sex, and guess what? I'm still horny! Wanna play?' My god, Paul, you must've been flipping out! What did Rick and Donny do?"

"I was totally flipping out! About everything! It was her, it was them seeing her, it was what she said, and it was definitely her smile. I could tell that her sexy grin was meant as a direct challenge to me.

"Rick and Donny just stared at her like idiots, which made her giggle, then she led us into the kitchen. Leaning into the fridge to grab some sodas and snacks for everyone, she totally showed us everything again. She even wiggled her ass a little!

"With the bright lights of the kitchen we could see every inch of her anyway, even before her wrap slid all the way up to her hips again. It was just awesome, Dawn, the way she wiggled her ass at us once she knew it was completely uncovered.

"When she was done grabbing things from the fridge, she handed us the drinks. She asked Donny to go get the movie started, then she asked Rick to turn off the pool lights and toss all the towels from the patio into the laundry room."

"What did she want you to do?"

"Nothing. That was the point. She wanted a moment alone with me. As soon as we were by ourselves, she leaned back against the fridge, just to let me look at her. She asked if I stood by my position that I don't mind her running around the house dressed any way she wants, even in front of my friends. She wanted to know whether that still held true where she was concerned, or did it really only apply to you?

"I told her exactly what I thought, which was no, I don't mind. I love it, actually. I told her she's the coolest mom ever, which made her laugh, even though I was being serious. I also told her how lucky I am to have the most beautiful sister in the world, and an equally beautiful mom."

Smiling, I squeezed his thigh. "You are so awesome. That was a great answer, Paul. I bet she loved you for that one."

"She had this huge, happy smile, and she gave me a big hug. So, yeah, I guess she liked it.

"I told her again how gorgeous she is, and how we all think you two are the most beautiful girls we've ever seen. I also told her how Donny just about crapped himself at the sight of her leaning into Dad's car."

We both laughed, then Paul imitated Donny's pained expression, which made me laugh even more. He looked totally constipated!

"Dawn, keep your eyes on the road, you dork!"

I'd crossed the center line, I was laughing so hard. Since there were no other cars out there, we just continued to laugh while I did random zigzags across the desolate two-lane highway.

When I finally quit screwing around and got us back in our lane, he pinched my nipple, making me jump and giggle.

"You know what was really cool, though?" he grinned. "While we were hugging, I asked her the one question that had been running through my mind ever since she first hit us with that tiny kimono."

"Let me guess. You wanted to know why she was suddenly being so sexy?"

Pausing, he had a thoughtful expression. "Nope. I know why she started doing it. She told us herself, that night in the kitchen. She does it because she loves feeling sexy and turned on, plus she loves turning other people on. She knows everyone loves when you do it, so why shouldn't she do it too, especially since we're all encouraging her so much. I think it's really that simple.

"Dawn, isn't that why you do it? I bet you're just like Mom."

I had to stop and think about that one. 

"Paul, honestly, before that night when you came to my bedroom and got all hard from looking at my ass in the mirror, I'd never even thought about it. I was dressing that way around the house for the same reason I always had: because I always had! The idea that I needed to change what I was doing simply never occurred to me. Why would it? I never paid attention to how any of you were reacting. I had no clue. I was naked a lot with my girlfriends too, and we were forever doing things to each other. It was no big deal. To me, that was just 'girl stuff,' you know? It was what our little group liked to do. I didn't really think of it as sex, the way I think of sex now. I know that's stupid, but that's how I felt."

"It doesn't seem stupid to me at all. I get it. When you were with the girls, it was just playing. It wasn't like 'making love,' right?"

Grinning, I affectionately rubbed his thigh. "Exactly. I have to admit, though, it's becoming more. I can see it in their eyes now that they're making love to me, and I'm starting to feel that way too.

"Anyway, you know that day when we all had our big talk about this road trip? After you took off, Mom and Dad started to hint to me that you definitely notice what I wear. They told me how it affects you. Once Mom and I were alone, she told me that it affects Dad the same way.

"Then that stuff happened when we wrestled on my bed. Your reaction to me that night really began to open my eyes.

"The biggest thing, though, was that morning in the pool with you and Rick. You told me what Mom was saying to Dad, wondering whether I was teasing everyone on purpose. Then I discovered how much I show through in my bikini. I was basically naked, and you and Rick totally loved it. I realized it wasn't just you two, either; it was Donny, it was my girlfriends, it was even Mom and Dad. I thought about how you all want me naked, or in nothing more than tiny panties, and that's when it hit me...everyone loves my ass.

"I swear, before that day, I never paid any attention to what I was showing or what you guys might have been thinking as you looked at my body. Now I'm always thinking about it."

"Okay, so what do you think? Are you like Mom, doing it on purpose because it turns you on?"

While trying to keep my eyes on the road, I turned to him and nodded. "Definitely. Ever since that day, I've been checking in my mirror to see how I look before coming downstairs in the morning, and also at night. Now I intentionally pick the skimpiest, sexiest things, especially the ones that show my ass. Everyone has been making such a big deal lately about my ass that I find myself wanting you all to see it, to touch it...to take it. I want every one of you to be as turned on as I am. The thought of you guys lusting after my ass, god, it drives me insane."

Giving me a knowing grin, he pinched my suddenly erect nipple. "I can tell, and I can also tell how much you really have changed lately. Damn, sometimes you even go without any panties at all now, totally showing us your pussy, like that night in the kitchen. Ever since our little wrestling match on your bed, you've been showing off your body a lot more than you used to, and you always seem hella horny."

I nodded. "I have, and I am. It's weird, actually. It's almost like I don't even pay any attention now to whether you guys can see my pussy or my breasts. You'd think I would become the most turned on by the thought of showing off my pussy, and everyone wanting to fuck my pussy, but that's not how it seems to work with me; it's my ass. Don't get me wrong, I love turning everyone on with my pussy too, but the thing that does it for me the most is your crazy desire for my ass. My ultimate thrill is when every one of you gets a huge erection at the sight of my bare bottom, and I know you're all dying to fuck me there.

"Mom started it, actually. You say I've inspired her? The truth is she inspired me. She was the one who made me aware that you all love my ass so much. She even made a point of showing me how horny Dad gets from seeing it. Seriously, she loves it when everyone gets hard from sneaking peeks at me. In Dad's case, it usually means she gets lots of sex. In your case...well, I think you can figure it out. I just know it really turns her on.

"Anyway, what about you? Once you two were alone in the kitchen, what did you ask her?"

Paul laughed, "Wait...back up a second! Dawn, why do you think Mom loves it when you run around in your panties or whatever, totally turning me on. Duh! It's because you turn her on too, you big dummy! She likes feeling horny, and seeing you makes her horny! Can't you tell?"

"Okay, fine, but you're still missing the most obvious answer. When you get turned on, what happens? Your cock becomes a mile long, and harder than steel! That turns her on like crazy. She absolutely loves your huge dick, little brother. If anything, it's almost like she sits back and waits for me to make you and Dad hard, knowing it'll be to her benefit. Think about it. Whenever Dad gets hard because of me, she looks forward to lots of wild fucking. She actually told me that my ass is like Viagra, the way it makes you all get such awesome hard-ons. She said she definitely enjoys the benefits of Dad staring at my ass, and now she's obviously enjoying those same benefits with you. That's why she has no problem with me wearing skimpy things, or even going naked. She loves your hard cocks. If it were up to Mom, every one of you would have a permanent erection!"




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 05



Pausing, he grinned. "Well, okay, maybe that too, at least in terms of me and Dad, but what about Rick and Donny? She doesn't get any real benefit from their hard-ons. Dawn, I guarantee you, it's mainly the fact that watching you turns her on."

"Yes, she did admit that the reason she's never tried to get me to wear less revealing things is she simply doesn't want to. She said that she likes looking at me too much. She even joked about it that day at the pool, telling me, 'You are so gorgeous naked, I should forbid you from ever wearing a stitch of clothing around this house.' Still, I know she loves it when you guys get hard-ons from perving over me, and that includes Rick and Donny. I'm telling you, Mom just loves hard cocks. She's a natural flirt who wants us all to be as constantly horny as she is. She loves that sexy tension when everyone is really turned on. I can't blame her, either, since I'm the same way.

"Damn it, though, come on, what was your question to her? We keep getting off track!"

"Okay, okay!" he laughed. "While we were hugging, I asked her about Dad."

"Dad? What about him?"

"I wanted to know what he thinks about all this? I mean, sure, I know he loves it when she acts sexy around him, but what about the way she's suddenly letting me, Rick and Donny see her? Isn't he concerned that his mega-hot wife is running around naked in front of us? Here she was, telling Dad how you and your little bikini are liable to drive us hormone-crazed teenagers crazy with lust, and now she's wearing even less around me and my friends than you do."

"Paul, it sounds like you really don't approve of what she's doing."

"No, that's not it at all. I swear, that has nothing to do with it. Dawn, don't misunderstand me, I love what she's doing. You know I do. I was just worried what Dad might be thinking. I didn't want her getting into any trouble with him over this. See, we've all got her convinced that it's okay to be sexy with us simply because you're so sexy with us. The thing is, great, that's fine for you, but you're not married to Dad. No one will get jealous or suspicious if you run around naked in front of me and my friends."

"Okay, yes, I see your point. Remember, though, and you said it yourself, Dad is totally jazzed about everything she's doing. He's ecstatic about it. He sees what she's wearing. He saw what she showed everyone on the couch in her kimono, and she did a lot more than that at the pool party. He let his naked, thoroughly well-fucked wife accompany him to say goodbye to you boys in the den, then she offered up her ass and pussy to you as she leaned into his car. You know he absolutely loved it, too. Come on, he didn't even mind her spending the night naked with three wildly horny eighteen-year-olds who were all going to want to fuck her brains out. No, I don't think we have any 'insecure husband' issues to worry about, not with Dad.

"Anyway, what did she say? And what about you and her having sex in the kitchen? Did you ask her about that?"

"She said that Dad saw what she was showing everyone when she first wore her kimono, and it's basically The Dawn Effect in reverse for him. If his wife is going to get super turned on by wearing sexy things around the house, then he's all for it. He's the one getting the benefit since she's always so horny now. She said he even told her that he thanked you for whatever you did to make her suddenly become so sexy again."

"Yes, he did. He's just like you, the big goof. He thinks this is all because of me, as if Mom couldn't do it on her own. He came into the kitchen the other morning and hugged me from behind, totally blaming me for Mom's new sexiness," I laughed.

"Correction...he gave you the credit for it, not the blame," Paul said, laughing too. "So, yeah, she said he has no problem with it at all. He doesn't worry about me and my friends seeing her in skimpy things, or even naked. He just sees it as harmless fun. If it turns her on - even better! Why should he mind? She also said that he realizes he's in no position to complain since he sure enjoys watching you running around doing the same thing. If he can get excited over you, why can't she get excited over letting us see her? Either way, they both get the benefit. She said those were his words, not hers."

"I can definitely see how that would work. Mom gets turned on, Dad gets more sex. Dad gets turned on, Mom gets more sex. It's harmless and fun, and they both love it. But okay, what about you? What did Mom say about you two having sex?"

"Honestly, that was the one question I didn't have the balls to ask. It was no problem for Mom, though. She just went ahead and brought it up on her own."

"No way! What did she say?"

"Yep, after telling me how Dad gets the benefit of her being so horny lately, she added, 'And nothing has made me hornier than what you and I did in the kitchen with Dawn. I hope you don't regret it, because I certainly don't. I thought it was absolutely wonderful. Wasn't it fun?' Just like that! 'Wasn't it fun?'

"Laughing, I admitted that I was just hoping she wouldn't have any regrets, but she assured me that she was only worried about me. She added that she hadn't said anything about it to Dad, mainly because she and I still hadn't talked about it. Since she wasn't sure how I would feel about him knowing, she didn't want to put that sort of pressure on me."

"So what did you say? You know, come to think of it, I never even asked you about that. I just assumed from your panicked reaction when we heard Dad coming down the stairs that you didn't want him to know."

"You assumed right! Of course I don't want him to know! In fact, that's what I ended up telling Mom."

"Okay, what did she say then?"

"Dawn, that was the coolest thing of all. She just hugged me more tightly and said, 'Then I won't tell him. You aren't merely some other man, nor am I cheating on your father. I will never cheat on him. You're my beautiful boy, and what we have together is special. Anything we do is just between us, mother and son. If you don't want me to tell him, then I won't, not as long as you live in this house. I wouldn't do that to you. Someday, though, I will tell him, and so will you. We have to, honey. Besides, I know he'll understand. Baby, I could tell him tonight that you and I had sex. Because it's you, and because it makes me so happy, he would be perfectly fine with it.' Then she added, 'I'm only protecting your feelings by not telling him; not mine, and not your father's. As far as I'm concerned, I want him to know, and Dawn already knows everything anyway. We pretty much told her what we were doing, right? She thought it was wonderful. She loved it.'

"I then had to remind her that I didn't tell you anything. She was the one who told you."

"That's definitely true. You weren't saying a word! You probably would've kept it a secret from me forever, huh?"

"Oh, I'm sure I would have eventually clued you in. I'm telling you things now, aren't I?"

"Yeah, but only after you made me beg for it. Would you have told me even if Mom had never said a word?"

"No, probably not, or at least not right away. I would have needed to work up to it, and it would've depended on how I thought you'd react."

Turning to him, I grinned. "Such a sneaky little brother! So, okay, let's get back to your story. What happened next?"

"First thing, Mom asked the same question again, double-checking to see whether I was sure I was okay with her wearing her skimpy cover-up around the guys. She was rubbing against me...you know, down there. I laughed and told her that even if I wasn't sure, her rubbing against me that way was going to make me sure! She laughed too, saying, 'Sounds like a plan!' That's when Donny and Rick came back into the kitchen to let her know everything was all set and they were just waiting for us.

"She had her arms around my neck, and my hands were on her lower back. Because she was reaching up on her tiptoes her little wrap had climbed really high again, all the way to the top of her ass. We could see every inch of her long, bare legs and completely naked bottom. Rick laughed when he saw how we were hugging. He told us to get a room, just like you'd told her and Dad in the pool."

"Oh my god, he actually told you and Mom to get a room? What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything. Mom, though, she just giggled and wiggled her ass for him before pressing even more tightly against me. With her head resting on my shoulder, she gave him a big smile and said, 'Honey, we're already in a room. The den is a room, too. Which room would you suggest?'

"Rick wasn't expecting that! He started stammering, and she piled on, saying, 'Besides, if Paul and I get a room we'll definitely have fun, but what about you two? Without a woman to keep you company tonight, won't you become sad and lonely?'

"Rick looked like he was about to swallow his own head! Mom piled on even more by grinning, 'The other day you said there was no reason why Dawn and I shouldn't wear our usual skimpy things around the house when you come to visit. Well, sweetie, here I am, and now you're trying to run me off!'

"Dawn, she was totally messing with him!"

"Yeah! Get 'im, girl!" I laughed, pumping my fist.

"Rick tried to stand his ground, but he couldn't help laughing and blushing. He said he wasn't trying to run her off; he was just joking about us making out, like we should get a room, the way she had with Dad.

"She gave him this awesome grin and said, 'Yes, and I think you know what happened when I got a room with my husband after you saw us making out. Now you would have me take Paul right back to that same bed and make love with him too? Sweetie, he's my son, so we can't exactly do that, can we?'"

"Wow, Mom! God, she was totally messing with Rick's head!" I said, slapping the steering wheel in laughter. I accidentally bumped the stereo controls, and suddenly we were blasted by mariachi music. 

Laughing right along with me, Paul turned the radio off. "Rick said he only asked you and Mom to start wearing panties or whatever when he's there because we told him that's what you normally wear around the house, so why not?"

"Yes, and he also asked me to go naked, since I'm basically naked in my bikini anyway. So what did Mom say then?"

"Still giving him that killer grin, she said, 'Doesn't this count as panties-or-whatever? Would you rather I go slip my little bikini bottoms back on? If you really want me to, I will, but I'd prefer to stay properly undressed for a night of sexy fun with all my wonderfully horny boys. It turns me on when my bare ass and naked pussy are exposed and available like this, so I'm hoping you'll let me enjoy going without panties tonight while we snuggle together and watch movies.'"

"Alright, Mom! God, I can totally picture her saying that!"

"Yep! She was awesome. Apparently wanting to mess with him some more, she asked, 'Anyway, can't a girl give her handsome son a hug, even if she's not wearing any panties?' Still grinning, she pressed against me a little harder. I lifted her into the air, twirling her as I hugged her, and she did that happy squeal thing she always does. We all laughed once I set her down, then she said, 'Besides, silly boy, we weren't making out. We weren't even kissing. Where I come from, making out requires kissing. See, now this would be making out....' With her arms crossed behind my neck, she went to her tiptoes and kissed me. I started to pull away, but she brought my head down and really kissed me. I lifted her again, which flung her tiny robe up, and she just giggled. After wrapping her legs around my waist, she slipped me her tongue. Dawn, we were fully Frenching! She was making a big show of it too, moaning and grinding against me. When I set her down that second time, she became even more serious about her kissing, making out with me for a solid minute - full tongues and everything. She was rubbing her breasts and pussy against me, doing these super sexy moans and loud, wet smacking noises with each kiss.

"Her wrap was up around her waist the entire time so she was absolutely bottomless, pressing her naked pussy directly against my dick. Remember, I was leaning back against the counter. She was holding on to me, hugging me, so I wasn't covering her at all. She was wide open, completely nude, making out like crazy with me in the middle of the kitchen! She just let them watch!"

"Jesus, Paul. How were you able to control yourself? I would have totally attacked her."

"I know, and you're going to love what she did next. When we were finally through kissing, she took a deep breath. Looking down, she noticed that her wrap had come undone. Her breasts were right out in the open, and so was her pussy. Grinning as she blew a lock of hair from her face, she turned to Rick and said, 'Whew! See? Now that's making out! He's still my son, though, so we can't exactly do that either, can we?'"

I just laughed and laughed, and Paul started laughing too.

"She was being a real devil that night, wasn't she? She was just torturing you guys!" I said, amazed at her brazenness.

"Dawn, you should have seen the looks on their faces. You would've died laughing. With her wrap still wide open, she went right over to Rick and hugged him too. Pressing her bare tits to his chest, she said, 'See? Hugs are good!' Then she gave him a big, wet, sloppy kiss, and we all busted up.

"After finishing her hug with Rick, she turned to Donny and smiled, 'You too, mister.' She went to hug him, but the thing is, he was ready for her. When she kissed him, he kissed her even harder. A few seconds later they were seriously making out, full tongues and everything. Her little robe was pulled way up above her hips again, and she didn't mind at all. He was squeezing her bare ass with both hands and sort of stroking her pussy, just totally going crazy on her. She let him do whatever he wanted. It was amazing."

"Jeez, watching all that, you must have been as hard as a rock."

"I was! We all were! Every time she hugged me, she pressed her pussy against my dick and rubbed up and down. She moved her hips the same way on them, too. She had to know we were all hard."

I laughed, "Oh, she knew, alright! You can count on that! If I've learned one thing, it's that Mom always knows whose cock is hard!"

"She definitely knew then, that's for sure. She even told us to go change into our pajamas or boxers or whatever, saying she shouldn't be the only one dressed for bed. When Rick and Donny said they were planning on sleeping in their shorts, she smirked, 'That's really weak, guys. Considering what I'm wearing, the least you could do is change into some nice sexy boxers for me. You know, come to think of it, I should just make you all go naked tonight. Wouldn't that be awesome?' She had this coy little grin, and we couldn't tell whether she was being serious."

"Alright, Mom! It's naked Movie Night! Woohoo!" I shouted, throwing both arms in the air.

"Dawn, I think she was only joking. I'm pretty sure she didn't really mean that stuff about, you know, having us all go naked. She probably just wanted us in our underwear, and that was her teasing way of trying to make it happen. In any case, she ended up letting them off the hook. She made me go change, though, laughing, 'You always strip down to your boxers at night anyway, so get a move on!'

"When I came back into the kitchen, the three of them were still screwing around. Donny was totally feeling her up from behind, making Mom and Rick laugh at the way he was humping her bare ass like a dog in heat. He was obviously going way overboard with it on purpose, exaggerating everything to make it funny, and she was playing right along. Anyway, as soon as I was within arm's reach she tugged me by my waistband to her side, then she teasingly ran her hand down the front of my thin little boxers, directly over my dick. 'Mmmm, now we're getting somewhere...' she smiled. Being as dopey as she could about it, she reached back and playfully squeezed Donny's dick through his much thicker shorts before shooting Rick and Donny a comical boo-boo face. It was just awesome."

Grinning, I couldn't help but shake my head. "Yeah, well, even if she was only joking, you know she would have loved it had you all just whipped out your dicks for her and gone naked the rest of the night. Still, Paul...wow. She knew you would get an enormous erection the second you snuggled up against her bare bottom in your boxers, and she made you go put them on anyway. At that point were you becoming suspicious? I sure would have. I also would have been wondering what she had in mind for Rick and Donny. Not that I think she would actually have sex with them, I guess, considering what she said about never cheating on Dad, but she was definitely planning something. If nothing else, she wanted a good look at their hard-ons."

"I wasn't thinking about any of that. You know what I was thinking? 'Oh, shit. You'll never be able to hide your boner now. Whatever you do, you big doofus, at least make sure it doesn't pop out of your boxers again!'"

We both laughed, and I reached over and gave his thick bulge a sympathetic couple of pats. "It must suck to be a guy, always having to worry about your erections. When I get excited, people can't even tell; or, if they can, they seem to like it. Besides, I don't mind if my hard nipples are showing. You, though, my god, you have to find a way to hide this humongous thing that sticks out ten feet! So, okay, is it really such a big deal to make sure your friends don't see it? With my girlfriends, we love it anytime one of us becomes visibly turned on. Why is it so different with guys?"

"Dawn, think about what you're saying! It was just the three of us, plus Mom! Why should I be getting a boner?"

"Oh! Duh! Jeez, don't mind me, I'm an idiot. You don't want them thinking you're gay, and you also don't want them to know that Mom excites you. Okay, I get it. Still, would it seriously be that big of a deal? I mean, come on, as hot as she is? They were getting boners over her themselves, and Rick already knows what you said to me about wanting to see us naked. Would finding out that Mom turns you on really come as any major shock to them? Look what she was wearing, plus she's hugging you and saying all those sexy things! Of course you'd get a huge erection! What guy wouldn't? They'd have to understand that."

"Yeah, I'm sure they'd understand, but I still don't want them to see it! You never want other guys to see your dick, especially when you're sporting wood over your own mom! Believe me, they were trying to hide theirs too. They didn't want her to see, or me to see, or each other to see. I'm sure they wouldn't want to see mine either."

"I'm sure they wouldn't, since yours is way bigger," I giggled. "Paul, as big as yours is, I would think you'd want to show it off."

"You mean like you wanting to show off your ass?"

"Exactly. Even more so with you, though. Simply by letting people see your ginormous cock, you're advertising how much awesome pleasure you can give."

"Dawn, you don't think your ass does the same thing?"

"Yes, I do, and that's what I'm talking about. I get excited by letting people check out my ass. You know Mom loves to show hers off, and so do Michelle and Trish. Since you're so much larger than most guys, I would think you'd want to do the same thing. Baby, you're easily as big as my whole forearm! Even Trish says you're way huge, like full-on porn star huge. She told us you have the biggest cock she's ever seen, and you should show it off every chance you get. Lisa smacked her, saying, 'No, he shouldn't! Stop trying to get other girls to want to fuck him!'

"See, that's what I mean. If you really set out to show off your amazing cock, that crazy new phone of yours would probably explode from eight zillion girls frantically trying to hook up with you. I'm just surprised you're not already doing everything you can to make sure all the girls know about it. If I were you, I definitely would. I'd want every cute girl in school to see it."




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 05



He gave me a silly grin.

"What?" I asked, dopily returning his grin.

"Dawn, until a couple of weeks ago I had never even been with a girl, and nobody ever told me I was big or anything. I really didn't know about any of this stuff. It was just me, you know? It was kind of like you, with your ass. You didn't know there was anything special about it, not until people started telling you."

"Yeah, but don't guys check each other out? You know, like in the showers?"

"I don't know. I guess they do. It's not like I've studied other guys, and I'm not in public showers very often. Our school doesn't make us do that anymore. Besides, nobody ever gets hard in the showers so I really wouldn't be able to tell much anyway, right? I'm just saying, I didn't know.

"Now that everyone keeps telling me, and especially with the way Mom reacted that night in the kitchen, yeah, I'm starting to enjoy letting people see it. I'm only talking about Mom, though, or Lisa, or you, not other guys! It's fun when Mom checks me out, like the morning she came into the bathroom while I was showering. She was supposedly just dropping off some towels, yet she stayed and watched with a big grin as I soaped myself up. I liked showing it off to her because I knew she wanted to see it, but I don't want to show it off to Rick and Donny! Hell no!"

"Well, sweetie, I've seen and felt Rick's and Donny's, and you're much larger, you big stud muffin. I've also seen two other guys' dicks, and theirs were nowhere near as long and thick as yours is. Mom says you're 'extremely well-endowed,' even more so than Dad, and he's absolutely huge. Besides, look what you do to Lisa. You were awesome when you fucked her, and you obviously drive Mom crazy too. It's not just your size, you know. You're really good at sex," I grinned.

"Maybe, but only because you showed me how to do everything. You've given me all my firsts. Until you decided to help me by making us open up to each other, I was totally stuck on stupid."

"Paul, that's ridiculous. Besides, you went out of your way to come to my room that first night, remember? I should be thanking you."

"Dawn, I came to your room to thank you for inviting me on this trip. You were the one who broke the ice. You've been doing everything for me. You literally even put me inside my first girl!"

He laughed, and I shot him a rueful look. "I wanted to be your first girl. I put you inside me first, only we were interrupted. You say I gave you all your firsts, but that was the one I really wanted to give you. I wanted it so badly, for both of us. Now you've had two girls!"

"Yeah, but one of them is Mom!" he shouted, throwing his head back in laughter, and I laughed so hard that I quickly had to correct my steering before I ran us off the road. "You even set Mom up for me, too! You've given me all the sex I've ever had, Little Miss Perfect Ass!"

"Whatever! Like she needed any help from me. Speaking of which, I wasn't even there the second time you fucked her. That one was entirely on your own, buddy boy. Now quit stalling, and tell me what happened."

"Yeah, right, Dawn. Like I really did that one all on my own. You know she's the one who orchestrated everything. She always does."

"Uh-huh, like the way she orchestrated your big boner to stick out of your boxers for her to sit on? I think that one was all on you, dude!" 

"That...was...an...ACCIDENT!! How many times do I have to tell you? I didn't mean for that to happen! Besides, it WOULDN'T have happened if Mom had at least been wearing PANTIES!"

"Like you're complaining," I said, with a sly grin.

"Nope, definitely not. Okay, so she has us go into the den. Her little wrap is closed again, but only loosely tied. We're all standing there, and she just lies down on the couch. Stretched out on her side, she has one leg straight, the other bent at the hip. Amazing. We're talking curves for days. With her head resting in her hand, she's facing us and the TV. Totally showing off her awesome body, she gives us a sexy smile and asks, 'So, boys, what are we watching?'

"Rick sort of chuckled and said, 'You mean besides you?'

"It was so perfect, the way she casually reached up to move her hair away from her face. You would've loved it, especially when she grinned, 'That's not the only reason we came in here, is it? I'm sure you boys want to do more than just watch me.'"

As the road signs whooshed by, I turned to Paul and laughed, "Jeez, like that sure couldn't have been taken the wrong way, huh?"

Laughing too, he nodded. "Yep, definitely. She was having fun with her flirty little word games. So anyway, Donny's got the movies, and he says, 'You have three choices: a scary movie, a scary gross movie, or a scary gross movie with mutants.'

"With a cute laugh she shook her head and made a barfing gesture. Pausing to glance down at her exposed breasts, she looked back up and smiled, 'No mutants tonight. I'm not dressed for mutants. Just go with the least gross one.'

"After popping the movie in, Donny turned off all the lights. That's when she really blew us away."

"How? What'd she do?"

"She gave us this outrageously sexy grin and said, 'Oh, sure, just turn off all the lights too while you're at it! I'm telling you right now, you're certifiably crazy if you think I'm going to watch a scary movie all by myself in the dark. I want you boys right here on this couch. I'm warning you, though, if any of you try to spook me and make me jump by poking me during a scary scene, like you buttheads did last time, I swear I'm going to kick you.'

"So I sat on the left side of the couch, Rick sat in the middle, and Donny was on the other side of Rick."

"Where was she?"

"See, that was the amazing thing. The first thing she does, she wedges herself between Rick and me. She was on her left side, curled up into a little ball. She had her head in my lap, facing the TV. Her legs were in Rick's lap, her feet resting on Donny's thigh. The way she was positioned, it made her robe pull way above her hips. She was totally uncovered again, her naked bottom right out there in the open, pressing against Rick's leg. I'm sure both he and Donny could easily see her pussy, no problem."

Picturing how she must have looked spread out across their laps like that, I sighed, "God, Paul, she is so amazing. She always knows the sexiest ways to do anything."

He just nodded. "We were all blown away. She immediately noticed how hard I was, too. It was sticking straight up, threatening to poke through my boxers, so do you know what she did? She pulled it down to my thigh and rested the side of her face on it. Dawn, she was covering my dick with her face! That's how she watched the first part of the movie, with my boner pulsing against her cheek!

"Rick was definitely afraid to touch her bare legs. Eventually he sort of had to, though, after she shifted a little more onto his lap. At that point he really had nowhere else to put his hands. Being super careful, he rested one on her knee and the other on her calf, with his left forearm on her thigh. Her toes kept clenching against Donny's leg."

"What was she doing with her hands? She had her face resting on your dick, but where were her hands?"

"She had one hand on my thigh and the other next to her chin, pressing against my dick. Every time something scary happened, she jumped. You know the way she always jumps during scary movies. She'd jump, then she would totally clench up. I swear, I thought she was going to take a hunk of flesh out of me! When this one scene really made her jump, she squealed and rolled over, burying her face in my thigh. Turning away from the TV, she tried to hide in her hair.

"Now she was curled up with her ass facing the TV, and Donny and Rick could definitely see everything. Her bare bottom wasn't even pressing against Rick's hip anymore. It was by his lower thighs, high above his knees. Her ass and pussy were totally exposed, pointing straight at those two idiots.

"Rick laughed, 'Are you okay there, Samantha?'

"With her face still buried in my upper thigh, she squeaked, 'Oh, shut up! You know these scary movies always make me jump! Don't be mean!' Then she raised her foot and gently kicked him in the stomach."

"Wow, that must have spread her open a lot, huh?"

Paul grinned. "It sure did. You really are paying attention, aren't you?"

"Absolutely. I'm totally picturing every detail. This is awesome!"

"Cool. So, yeah, when she kicked him, we could see every inch of her between her legs. The crazy thing is she just went ahead and left her foot in his lap. She had it right on top of his erection, which was tenting his swim shorts.

"When she eventually rolled onto her stomach to take a peek at the movie, her tiny robe climbed to her lower back. Dawn, this wasn't a side view. This was her ass facing straight up, even pooched in the air a little, with her legs stretched across their laps. Her thighs were spread a good eight inches, too. She was giving Donny and Rick just a perfect look at her ass and pussy."

"Jesus, Paul...."

I couldn't take it any longer. Holding the wheel with one hand, I used the other to slide my panties aside and pound my pussy. I was so wet, and my evil little brother just sat there grinning as I desperately fucked myself.

"Dawn, how do you think I felt, especially when the next scary scene made her jump again, and she buried her face right back into my dick! The thing is, this time her lips were pressing directly against it, just below the head. Still, c'mon, I figured that would be it, she wouldn't go any further...then she sank her teeth in! She totally bit me!

"Anyway, the guys started rubbing her legs while teasing her about the movie, saying, 'There, there, Samantha, the scary monster is gone now.'

"Biting my dick even harder, she giggled, 'I can't help it! I get scared, and you guys are such jerks!'

"We all laughed, and they continued to caress her legs. Donny was rubbing her feet and calves while Rick was stroking her thighs, all the way up to her ass. I could tell he really wanted to keep going, and I'd bet anything she would have let him, but he was too chicken. So, I did it. The next time his hands drew close, she raised her ass a few more inches and started moving it in these awesome circles, like she was dying to be touched there. Since I was already doing her lower back anyway, I slid my fingers down and began to rub her bottom, just sort of fondling it and squeezing it. She let out this hot little moan and said, 'Mmmmmm, verrrry nice, boys...much better than scary monsters.' Rick finally worked up the courage to do her ass too, first with one hand, then both, and she moaned again when she felt the additional hands sweeping so close to her pussy. The second I went back to caressing her shoulders Rick took over on her ass, pulling on it, petting it, and squeezing it like crazy. He was totally spreading her open."

"Ohhhhh god..." I moaned, slamming my fingers deep into my dripping sex. "You guys were fondling her bare ass...and staring at her gorgeous pussy! Mmmmmm...fuck...what was she doing?"

"She had her long hair fanned out over my lap, and as she was grinding her ass in Rick's hands she tugged aside the leg of my boxers. Moaning, she slipped the tip of my dick between her lips and just held it there, gently sucking it. She was barely even moving her head. She kept licking the slit and pressing her tongue inside, until finally she slid my entire cock into her mouth. Taking it all the way down, she sucked it really hard while Donny and Rick rubbed her legs and ass. Eventually she pulled away and rested her face back on it, after covering it up again."

"No way! She sucked your dick right in front of them?"

"Uh-huh, but she sort of kept it hidden."

"How long did she do it?"

"Not too long. I'd say maybe only a minute or two. It was like she just found it, pulled it out, put it in her mouth, licked it, sucked it for a while, and tucked it back away."

"Paul, a minute or two is a long time, especially with her head moving all the way up and down your huge cock. Didn't they see what she was doing? I mean, seriously, couldn't they tell that she was sucking your dick?"

"I don't think so. She had her hair covering us, plus it looked like they were so freaked out over touching her and ogling her naked pussy that they weren't even paying attention to what we were doing. Also, she was really moving her ass a lot. It was almost as if they were hypnotized, just staring at her writhing pussy."

"Okay, but what did you do?"

"What could I do? I didn't want them to know, so all I did was keep petting her. I don't even think she planned it as much as it just sort of happened. I mean her face was right on it, and it was totally poking her in the mouth."

"Yeah, I can definitely see that. If your dick was poking me in the mouth, or even if it was anywhere near my mouth, I would do the same thing. Still, my god, Paul, she was giving you guys her bare ass and pussy while sucking your dick right in front of your two best friends! That's just totally amazing, don't you think? I'm surprised you didn't cum."

"I'm sure I would have, except she was sucking me really slowly. I guess she didn't want the motion of her head moving up and down to be too obvious. She wasn't trying to make me cum, although she did do some hella sexy slurping sounds that almost got me. I think she just wanted it in her mouth. She was doing this low moan as her lips moved all along my dick, and with the way she was licking it and sucking it, I don't know, it was more like she was simply savoring it rather than trying to make me cum.

"But check this out. After she put it away, she rolled onto her back, with her robe wide open. Her breasts and pussy were completely exposed. God, we could all see everything. She didn't try to cover her awesome tits at all, and she let us stare at her little strip of pussy hair and pink slit. We could see her soft lips, which were really wet and shiny. I even saw a little bit of Dad's cum leaking from her pussy."

"Ohhhh fuuuuck!" I moaned, drenching my car seat as I came.

I was completely blown away. He held the wheel steady while I finished cumming, then he said, "Believe me, I know. You would have died seeing her like that. She simply stayed on her back, knees raised and legs spread, her head turned towards the TV. She stayed there for what seemed like forever. It was as if she was letting us choose between drooling over her wet pussy or her naked tits. She had one arm behind her head, the other on her tummy. Her feet were planted on Donny, and Rick was caressing all over her thighs and even between her legs, right up to her pussy. She just let him. She didn't mind at all.

"Eventually she reached up to cup her breast and tug on her long nipple. At the same time, she reached down to stroke her pussy. She slowly slid a fingertip through her pink lips, spreading them a little before returning that hand to her stomach. The whole thing took maybe ten seconds. She did it in such a relaxed way that it seemed completely natural, almost like it was unconscious."

"Paul, she was masturbating! God, after totally making out with everyone and sucking your dick right in front of Rick and Donny, she must have been insanely horny. I bet she wanted you to fuck her then. She was letting all three of you fondle her bare ass, and Rick had to have been playing with her pussy while she was sucking you. She definitely wanted to be fucked, don't you think?"

"You mean totally out in the open, just lying on her back and letting them watch us fuck? I don't know about that, Dawn. I think she still wanted to keep some things a secret from Rick and Donny.

"Anyway, after a few more minutes of lying there on top of us with her robe wide open, she slid her legs off the couch and sat up. Rolling onto her right hip, she pulled me tight against her back while wedging herself between me and Rick. Facing the TV again, she was hugging his side, her head resting on his shoulder. Since none of us were wearing shirts, her breasts were smooshing into his bare ribs.

"Watching all this, Donny said to Rick, 'Dude, this is totally unfair. I want to switch places with you!'

"Rick laughed, 'Yeah, so? Too bad, beeyotch! Who said life is fair? I've been dying to switch places with Paul ever since we caught Little Missus Awesome here making out with him in the kitchen. Now that I've finally got the best spot, you think I'm just going to give it up?'

"We all laughed, Mom probably laughing the most. She reached behind Rick's head to ruffle Donny's hair while giggling, 'Sweetie, you can have the middle spot next time, I promise!'"

"Paul, okay, if she's leaning against Rick's shoulder with her face right there above his chest, what about his boner? She must have noticed it tenting his shorts."

"You don't miss a thing, do you? Yep, you're right, and Rick was already worrying about it, too."

"Don't tell me he pulled that cheesy cover-it-with-a-pillow trick...."

"Hell yeah, he did! They both did. I would've too, if I were them. They're not just going to sit there with full-on boners right beneath her face! Mom, though, she noticed right away."

"How do you know? What did she do?"

"She rubbed his stomach and said, 'You know, Rick, I'm sensing a bit of a double standard here. You ask me to wear next to nothing for you yet you won't strip down to your underwear for me, and now you're even covering yourself with a pillow? Why is it perfectly okay for me to be naked while you and Donny get to cover yourselves?'

"Donny blurted out, 'Because we aren't giving you a huge boner, that's why!'"

"You tell her, Donny!" I said, cracking up.

"Mom laughed too. She was still laughing when she said, 'Hey, don't blame me! Blame your horny friend here. He requested this, and nobody said you two had to go and get huge boners!' Laughing softly in Rick's ear, teasing him with her nose to distract him, she quickly snatched away his pillow and flung it across the room! We all laughed as Rick tried to cover himself with his hands while Mom fought to wrestle them away. After managing to yank his shorts loose, she made a big show of peeking inside. 'Aha! You do have a huge boner!' she crowed, and Donny just fell off the couch, laughing himself to the floor."

Paul and I were busting up to the point of tears.

"Wait...hold on," he said, trying to get me to stop laughing. "Then she asked Donny, 'Are you sure you still want the middle seat? The middle-seat guy has to deal with me, and who knows what I'll do to him? Right, Rick?'

"Donny grinned, 'Yeah, that's okay, I still think I'll take my chances with you. I'd much rather feel you pressing against me, plus I want to play with your amazing butt some more. Sitting next to you would be awesome. Sitting next to him sucks! Whenever you're with us, he always gets a huge boner!'

"We all laughed again, then Rick kicked Donny, which made Donny laugh even more.

"Mom said, 'I swear, guys are so silly sometimes. I don't know why you all get so embarrassed about letting me see your erections. Don't you realize that girls love to see them? I find it very flattering when a man gets an erection, and of course I want to see it at its biggest and hardest. I'll never understand why you always feel the need to hide it. That's the last thing you should do. When your gorgeous cock is fully erect, god, show it off to me. Make me drool over it every chance you get. Seriously, you should want me to see your hard cock.'"

"Exactly!" I shouted with glee. "See, Paul? That's what I was telling you! Girls want to see your big cock, so stop hiding it!

"So, okay, what'd they say then?"





Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 06



"You must be Amber, the feature dancer from Dallas I've been hearing so much about. I thought you weren't supposed to make your way up here until next week? Anyway, welcome to our little slice of heaven. I'm Toby, but everyone just calls me Tank."

Paul and I were standing at the double doors to the strip club, and this giant of a man was offering me his hand.

"I guess I don't have to ask why they call you Tank," I grinned, looking almost straight up at him as we shook hands. He had to be the biggest guy I'd ever seen. In addition to being a full head taller than Paul, who's already six-two, he was simply massive. Weighing an easy three hundred-plus pounds, all of it solid rock, he was built like...well, like a tank.

"Do you play football? We sure could use you!" I gushed.

"We? Where y'all from?"

"We're from Lawrence. You know, KU! Rock Chalk Jayhawk, baby! Woooo!" I shouted, whooping it up like a Kansas cheerleader.

"Lil' darlin', you sure are a long way from home. Kansas, huh? Awww, crap. Now I have to feel sorry for you. Back when I played for Missouri, we used to beat the tar out of your poor little Jaysquawks."

"Missouri?! Booooo!!"

We both laughed, and so did Paul, even though he was still clearly uncomfortable with the whole situation.

I smiled at Tank. "Besides, Tiger Boy, you're even farther from home than we are. What's a guy from Missouri doing way out here in the middle of nowhere, working at a club in the Texas Panhandle?"

He gave me a smug grin. "I said I played ball for Missouri, but I was born and raised in the Great State of Texas. Lord Almighty, we sure used to love whuppin' up on you Rock Chalkers. These days, my buddy and I run this place."

"Okay, Tank, pleased to meet you. I'm still not your Amber, though. I'm not a dancer either."

"Get out of here! Darlin', just look at you. If you're not a dancer, then I'm Tiny Tim!"

Returning his smug grin, I shook his hand again. "Well, Tiny, my name is Dawn, and I'm definitely not a dancer. I am a cheerleader, though, and we do dance a lot. Does that count?"

"'Round these parts, damn straight it counts! So whatcha doin' here? Like you said, this is way out in the middle of nowhere. Where y'all headed?"

"We're road-tripping to California!" Paul said excitedly, finally joining the conversation. "I'm Paul, by the way," he added, and they shook hands.

"California? Why would you want to go there? All they got are weirdos, freaks and fags!" roared Tank, laughing his ass off.

After exchanging grins with my little brother, I turned back to Tank. "I'm headed to UCLA to begin school in the fall, and we thought it would be fun to have him come along for the ride."

Just from the subtle change in his expression, I could tell that Paul was getting ready to offer a more specific explanation. Before he could blurt anything out, I stopped him. "Honey, why don't you go grab us a table, okay? I just need a moment alone with Tank, then I'll come find you."

Giving me a dubious look, he nevertheless turned and disappeared into the club, but only after I'd waved him away with both hands while giggling, "Shoo! Shoo!"

Now I was standing alone with Tank. He'd been a little iffy about letting Paul in, teasing that I'd need to vouch for him first. After I smiled and promised I would, Tank let him in without carding him. Come to think of it, he never did card me either. Once Paul had gone inside, the big man just grinned, "So, what can I do for a pretty lil' thing like you?"

Although he wore a friendly smile, he was still openly eyeing me up and down.

I let him look me over. I wanted him to look me over. All I had on were my sexiest black heels, a tiny pleated flippy skirt in bright red, and a men's white dress shirt that I'd left completely unbuttoned. The sleeves were rolled up to my forearms, and the bottom of the shirt was tied at my belly button, exposing bare skin down to the top of the obscenely short, low-riding miniskirt I'd borrowed from Trish for the trip. Having already slipped off my panties in the car, I also wore nothing beneath the shirt. The inner halves of my bare breasts were showing, and Tank was taking full advantage of the view.

Following his eyes, I noticed that he kept glancing at the panties hanging from my car's rearview mirror. He'd probably even watched me put them there. He'd probably also watched me grab Trish's teensy skirt from my bag in the back seat. Right there in the parking lot, with people pulling in and out all around us, I'd swapped my skirt for Trish's much shorter one. Then I'd undone my shirt and tied it up.

Standing before him in a barely-there miniskirt and fully unbuttoned top, I smiled as he drank me in. I wore my long dark hair down, letting it remain windblown and wild. I'd also touched up my lips with bright red lipstick and a shining wet coat of clear gloss.

I looked like a sexy slut who wanted to be fucked. I'd dressed to ensure it.

"Tank, I wanted to ask you for a favor. I need to speak with the manager in private, and I was hoping you could introduce me to him."

"Well, that's something I can happily do ya for, seeing as how I'm the manager. Like I said, I run this place, along with one other guy. We're co-owners. I'm pretty much the floor manager, and he's the business genius. I was just out here watching the door until my guy Eddie got back from his smoke break. Normally I'm inside, keeping an eye on things. So, okay, what do you need?"

I told him my plan, making sure to leave out the part about Paul being my brother. I said he was just my friend.

Once I was finished, Tank gave me another smug grin. "Are you sure you want to go through with all that?"

"Absolutely. You probably can't even imagine just how sure I am."

Grinning as I lifted my foot onto the railing, I offered my bare thigh to his hungry gaze.

"Okay, no bullshittin' now. If I let you do this, how old are you?"

"I'm eighteen, Tank. I'll be nineteen next month."

With a slow grin, he looked me up and down one more time. "You know, darlin' - what did you say your name was again?"

"Dawn...Dawn Summers...cheerleader," I flirted, shaking his hand again while subtly swinging my bent knee in and out, teasing him with fleeting glimpses of my naked pussy. I wasn't sure whether he was noticing, though, since he couldn't stop looking inside my open top.

"Okay then, Dawn Summers, if you really want to go through with this, I can give you all the access you need. It just depends on how crazy you want to go?"

"All the way crazy, Tank. I want this to be the craziest, most memorable night of my life. Whatever you suggest, I'm up for anything."

"Whoa, hold on there, little girl. You need to be careful with that kinda talk. 'Round these parts, 'up for anything' might just mean a whole lot more than you bargained for."

Looking up at him, a chill ran down my spine. He was probably right. Was I prepared to do...anything? Without having the slightest clue as to what that might entail?

Okay, maybe not.

"Well, let's just say that I want to go as crazy as I possibly can. I want to do everything I laid out for you, and I'm very interested in hearing any other suggestions you may have."

Smiling seductively, I traced my fingertip between my breasts. He was still staring there, and I subtly nudged the shirt aside a bit more, exposing the edge of my nipple.

With a sly grin he told me his plan, adding that he'd personally see to all the arrangements. When I quickly agreed, he motioned for me to head on in. "You just enjoy yourself tonight..." he chuckled, holding the door open before escorting me into the club. 

~ ~ ~

"I told Tank you're my friend...just a guy I'm dating. Do not let on to anyone here that you're my brother," I said to Paul, joining him at the little table he'd chosen in the center of the room.

"You're not going to tell me what you needed to talk to him about, are you?" he smirked.

"Nope! It's my little secret, little brother. Sit tight. Soon enough, all will be revealed. I told you, I have a plan." Grinning, I ran my hand up his thigh. "After talking with Tank, now I have another plan too. It turns out that he's not just the bouncer, he's also the owner, as well as the floor manager."

The moment my fingertips reached his thick bulge, Paul instantly began to get hard. Right beside us were two guys intently watching my every move, and I smiled at them while making an obvious show of stroking Paul's big dick.

Looking down at my hand, he leaned into me and whispered, "This is why I'm not your brother tonight, right?"

I nodded happily. "Baby brother, just so you know, the only time you're my brother from now on is when we're alone, or we're with our family and friends. When we're out together during this trip, or any other time, you're not my brother anymore. You're my sexy boyfriend with a huge cock, and I'm your horny girlfriend. Getting to go crazy on each other in public without having to hide it, we're going to have a total blast."

"What if we ever have to show ID? We have the same last name and address. People are going to figure it out."

He flinched when I playfully pinched his dick. "Paul, it's not going to come up very often. Unless you plan on us going to lots of bars and strip clubs, we're not going to get carded much. Most of the time, we won't need to keep anything secret. We will tonight, but you already know why..." I grinned, caressing his cock again.

"Because of what you're planning on doing with me here," he whispered, his breathing becoming shallow and uneven. "Are you planning on letting people watch us...you know..." he asked, and there was such a cute urgency in his strained voice.

I looked back over to the two guys. Despite the naked girls dancing on stage it was like they couldn't take their eyes off me, and I smiled brightly. "I'm sorry, but he has such an awesome cock that I just can't help myself. I always want to play with it."

I was really getting into stroking Paul's dick, which looked positively enormous in his tented slacks. Leaning into him, I whispered, "Yes, baby, it's because of what I'm planning on doing with you here tonight. Before we leave this place, I'm going to suck your amazing dick like crazy, and you're absolutely going to fuck my brains out. I don't care how many people watch us, but it'd probably be better if they didn't know you were using this monster on your own sister."

Looking around, I saw that we were encircled by loud, laughing partiers. Our table was situated between three lighted stages in the center of the large seating area, with the bustling bar directly behind us. To the far left, just off the hallway we used to enter the main club, was a large room with smoked glass windows. There was a bouncer standing at the door, and I saw people accompanied by various dancers constantly entering and exiting that room. It was obviously the "VIP Lounge," as Tank had described it to me.

Nodding towards the dark hallway, I grinned to Paul. "Chris Rock says there's no sex in the Champagne Room. Do you believe him?"

All around us, people were enjoying table dances and lap dances. One thing I noticed right away was that besides myself and the dancers, there were only two other women in the whole place. Sitting together, giggling and carrying on with a large, rowdy group of friends, they were whooping it up just as much as the guys were, and everyone was throwing down shots like there was no tomorrow.

"Drinks are on the house for you two," one of the serving girls said, flashing me a warm, co-conspirator's smile. Setting her hands on my shoulders, she added, "Darlin', Tank's got you all set up this evening."

My two admirers from earlier just erupted, shouting, "Hey, we're with them! We want in on that!" Laughing with us like we were old friends, they began scooting their chairs our way, so I went ahead and waved them over.

"See?" one of them crowed, grinning smugly at the waitress.

Laughing along with the rest of us, she said to the taller of the two guys, "Sugar, I'll have to check with Tank on that one."

"What for? Why them, but not us?"

"Honey, take a good look at her. I'll let you figure it out."

Grinning, she took our drink orders before heading off across the room.

Once she was gone, I turned back to them. "So, now that we've become this cozy little foursome, what are your names?"

"I'm Tony, and he's Eric," said the dark-haired one.

Introducing ourselves, Paul and I shook their hands.

The girl who'd been giving lap dances to the rowdy group behind us came to our table, grinning up a storm. Without saying a word she began to dance for us, beginning with Tony and Eric.

Never having been in a strip club before, I really had no idea what to expect. I didn't know what she'd do. Tank and I had talked about some basic things I might enjoy doing, but we didn't get into any details. He just told me to play it by ear and have fun, and he'd make sure the other girls were clued into everything. The specifics would be up to me.

"I'm Niki. How y'all doing tonight?" she smiled, gyrating in front of Eric before switching to Tony. She was a wicked dancer with shoulder-length jet black hair. Maybe five-one and all of a hundred pounds, she had the sleekest body ever. The only thing she had on was a sparkly white g-string, and her body was covered in glitter. When she moved near me, I caught the scent of strawberries. Her champagne glass-sized breasts were simply the prettiest little tits, with no shaded circles whatsoever...just long, gorgeous nipples. She also had a golden heart pendant dangling from her belly button.

Turning her back to the guys, she moved her ass in seductive circles, each rotation drawing nearer to Tony's leering face. I could tell he really wanted to reach out and grab her ass, or maybe even bite it. He obviously wanted to touch her, to make contact with her, yet he was stiffly holding his arms at his sides.

She quickly spun back to Eric and dropped into his lap, briefly grinding on him. He too kept his hands to his sides.

When she silently got up and slithered over in front of Paul, her coy demeanor instantly changed. No more mere teasing, she climbed into his lap and gave him a really hot lap dance. Paul did his best to keep his arms at his sides, following the example set by the others, at least until she reached down to take him by the hands. Bringing them to her lips, she kissed his fingers before placing his hands at the top of her ass, near her hips. "You two are allowed to touch as much as you want..." she grinned, turning from Paul to me.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into him, pressing her small breasts to his lips. Tony and Eric whooped it up when Niki's nipples became erect, and my god but did they become erect! Fully excited, her nipples were just massively long and thick. Seeming so drastic in profile against her sweet little breasts, the overall effect was incredibly sexy. Jesus, that girl had pretty tits, and she was expertly teasing those temptingly erect morsels across Paul's face. The whole time she was moving on him, she never took her smiling eyes off me. Whenever she'd pull back a bit I'd catch the silhouette of her nipples, and in the flickering lights from the stage she looked like some gorgeous witch goddess writhing in ecstasy.

"Your man here feels all kinds of huge between my legs," she said, grinning as she reached down to grasp Paul's cock. Taking him in her hand, she giggled, "Holy shit, darlin', what are you packin' down there?"

Paul shot me a goofy lopsided grin, but he also squeezed her ass before giving it a playful spank. With a cute yelp she giggled again, then it was game on! She began seriously dry-fucking him, grinding herself directly on his thick shaft.

"Bet you're glad now that I made you go commando," I laughed to Paul, leaning in to rub his shoulder.

"I don't know about him, but I sure am! He feels incredible..." said Niki. Arching her back, she pressed her breast into Paul's welcoming mouth. When he closed his lips around her nipple and started sucking hard, she cried out, "Oh, yeah!"

I noticed that she was really going after his cock, alternating thrusts with her pussy and strokes with her hand. 

"Don't you dare cum yet," I said to Paul, teasing him. 

"Darlin', let me take him back to our private lounge. I'll make him cum all night," Niki moaned, moving her ass in wide circles.

I reached over to add my hand to hers on his cock. "I'm sure you would, Niki, and you can do whatever you want to him after I've had him, but his first one tonight is going inside me."

She moaned again and leaned over to pull my head to hers. "Tank said I can fuck you...both of you..." she whispered, taking my face in her hands for a wet, hungry kiss.

"You'd better. I want you all to fuck me," I hotly whispered back, and she let out a long moan in my mouth when I slid my tongue inside.

Being such a small girl, she was able to do one of the cutest things I'd ever seen when she simply lifted her leg and swung it around to stretch out on her back, neatly fitting herself into the small space across our laps. She had her ass and legs in Paul's lap, with the rest of her body atop mine. She looked so adorable, like a sexy teddy bear.

"I want a preview," she grinned, pulling me down for a deep kiss. As she held my head with one hand, the other slid inside her sparkly g-string, where we all could see her fingers plunging into her pussy. Once she'd established the rhythm of our tongue-kiss, she covered her breast with my hand. "Hard! Pinch it! Tug on it! Do it hard. I cum like firecrackers from having my nipples played with..." she hissed, showing me how to attack her long, thick tips.

I began fondling her breasts, rubbing the nipples between my fingers to savor their rough, pebbly texture. She squealed when I clamped down and tugged really hard. "Mmmphhh...yeah!" she moaned, releasing my kiss, her hips bucking beneath her hand as she brought herself to the quickest climax I'd ever seen. It'd barely been thirty seconds since she'd rolled onto her back, and already she'd cum!

Panting through a gorgeous smile, she slithered off our laps and onto her knees. She put her hands on Paul's thighs and forcibly spread them, wasting no time in pressing her face and breasts to his erection. First her cheek, then her mouth, she slid up and down, trailing her lips, chin, neck and each erect nipple along his entire length. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she brought her face back to his huge bulge. With a playful growl, she bit his cock! Baring her teeth as she gave his spectacular shaft a series of delicious little nips and bites, she kept growling like a hungry tiger cub.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck..." groaned Paul, beginning to thrust his hips.

Before he totally lost it, she grinned and quickly slid over in front of me. "We'll save him for later. Now let's see about you, pretty darlin'." She repeated the process on me, except that when she spread my thighs she also let out a sudden gasp. Sitting back to display me, she just stared between my legs and exclaimed, "Baby, thank god Mister Big Dick here wasn't the only one who went commando tonight! Good lord, but ain't you a gorgeous thing without any panties!" Almost as the words were leaving her mouth, she was leaning in to kiss and lick my glistening pussy. She leaned back and pressed a hard nipple inside me, jabbing her incredibly long bud into my steaming wet cunt, then she took her nipple and pressed it against my clit, pinching them together. I howled in delight, which made her giggle like a fiend. Grinning again, she slid her hands inside my top to cup and squeeze my naked breasts, pulling them right out into the open.

Tony was beating Eric over the head with his big stupid cowboy hat when Niki slid her hands down the backs of my thighs. Lifting, she spread me and again stared at my pussy. Smoothing her fingertips towards my hot center, she rolled me onto my side before leaning in to give me another series of playful nips and kisses between my legs.




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 06



Suddenly she froze again. Peering lower, she rolled me a little more onto my side, nearly bringing my knees to my chest. With a strange inscrutable gleam in her eyes, she whispered, "I may be in a serious heap of trouble with you."

"Hey! Why'd you stop?!" blurted Eric.

"Dawn, honey..." she said, gently lowering my legs. She tenderly pressed them together before setting her hands on my waist. She began to lift, indicating that she wanted me to stand.

I slowly rose from my seat, unsure of what she wanted me to do. I saw Paul exchanging serious looks with her.

Grinning, he finally said, "Niki, don't do it. I'm telling you, don't do it."

She had a glazed look on her face; using her hands to guide my waist and hips, she began turning me.

"Niki, you already know. Wait. Not here. Wait..." Paul said, and it was as if he and Niki were engaged in some strange battle of wills.

Noticing her fixed expression, Paul exhaled in defeat. "Dawn, I hope you're ready. Now it's really on." Taking my hand, he slid over and sat in my chair. Opening his legs, he stood me between them. "Here we go..." he grinned, cupping my face in his hands. Unblinking, still grinning, he stared at me...waiting.

I felt soft hands finish the process of turning me, then a slight nudging of my hips compelled me to bend forward at the waist. Those same soft hands slipped down to my thighs before circling their way up...up...up. I felt my tiny skirt lifting.

A gasp. "Oh...my...lord."

Another gasp, then many gasps, but Niki's was the one I really noticed. I looked back, and she was on her knees, her hands covering her mouth.

Paul turned my face, making me hold his gaze.

I felt Niki's hands go to my ass, and she simply...touched. Oh so gently, she hovered her hands over my bottom. Then she was caressing, cupping...pressing her face to me...wrapping her arms around my waist, holding me tight.

Her halting voice...

"The most beautiful...perfect...holy god...so beautiful...."

Paul reached out to lock hands with her on my tummy. Her fingers were clenching and unclenching, tightly squeezing.

"Dawn, I saw the look come over her face when she realized what she was seeing. I recognize that look now; it's the moment when someone first catches a glimpse of your perfect ass. Now she knows. Now everyone is going to know."

Pausing, he gave me an evil grin. "You may never get out of here."

Niki was still nuzzling and murmuring into my bottom when our waitress returned with our drinks. She leaned down to whisper something to Niki, who grinned brightly in response, and the waitress nodded. Letting out a happy little whoop, Niki stood and quickly dashed behind some curtains to the rear of the left stage.

The waitress turned to Tony and Eric with a charitable smirk. "Okay, boys, Tank says you're on the house too, at least as long as you're with this one here...." Giving me a warm smile, she caressed my shoulder while moving a lock of hair away from my face. When I reached up to touch her hand, she squeezed my fingers and whispered in my ear, "I'll keep an eye on you guys. Once you've finished your drinks, I'll come get you."

I nodded, and she grinned, gesturing to Paul. "He's right, you know. After what I just saw, you may never get out of here."

The way she touched my shoulder, then the sound of her breathy voice so close to my ear...chills down my spine. My skin was on fire.

When Paul pulled me into his lap, I couldn't help but moan, "God, I am so turned on, you wouldn't even believe it. Baby, I need you to fuck me."

Straddling him the same way Niki had, I opened my shirt and brought his face to my breasts, then I reached down to grasp his cock through his pants. He was as hard as a rock, and I giggled, "This big guy is just going to explode the second I put him inside me, isn't he?"

Nodding, he gave me another goofy grin. "I won't stand a chance."

"That's okay, baby, you'll have plenty of opportunities tonight to fuck me long and hard. Our first one, I know you're going to cum in buckets, so I won't mind if you cum right away. That's the one I just have to feel shooting inside me, filling my pussy to overflowing."

Listening to everything we were saying, Tony's eyes were just bugging out.

While returning his panting hound dog expression with a sexy grin, I leaned into Paul and whispered, "Like when you fucked Mom in front of Rick and Donny, and you poured so much cum inside her that she couldn't even hold it all. My virgin pussy deserves at least that much cum, little brother. I want to feel you go off like a fire hose inside me."

As I continued sliding my pussy up and down his huge dick, I looked over and gave Tony an even sexier grin.

"Holy shit, girl, what do I gotta do to get a lap dance from you?" he asked, watching me grind on Paul.

"Just ask nicely," I said, with a friendly smile.

We all laughed when Tony quickly went to his knees in a formal begging posture, his hands clasped together in prayer. "Please, please, please! I'd trade a hundred lap dances from every girl here for just one from you!"

"He's begging for you," Paul smirked.

While grinning at Tony, I asked Paul, "Should I show him mercy?"

Paul laughed, "Honestly? I think you should show him no mercy. Isn't that what tonight's all about?" Then, pausing for effect, he added, "What would Samantha do to him?"

Ooh, that sexy bastard, using Mom's name like that! He gave me his hottest smile, and my pussy was totally on fire. I swear, it was melting in his lap. Grinding super hard on his cock, I smiled, "Samantha, huh? You know she'd make him go totally crazy, but I think she'd also say that tonight is all about you taking my virginity, and everything else will just be awesome memories."

Tony freaked. "No way! You're a virgin?!"

I slid off Paul and took Tony by the hand. Guiding him back to his seat, I climbed up into his lap, straddling him. After taking his hands and placing them on my hips, I hooked my arms around his neck and began to rock in his lap. Feeling his erection pressing through his pants against my aching pussy, I started moving more forcefully against him, grinding my drenched slit firmly against his shaft. I totally got off on his hungry moans, and I wanted everyone there to see my ass, so I slid his hands beneath my skirt, directly onto my bare bottom. Cupping me, squeezing me, he began lifting me by my ass like we were fucking.

His wild eyes were locked on to my naked bouncing breasts, and I felt the urgency in his hands; I could tell his crisis was already approaching. I pressed down harder, spreading my lips around his shaft, then I took his dick in my hand, squeezing it through his pants. Centering my clit on his solid length, I began rubbing against it while moaning, "Uh-huh, I'm still a virgin, but not for much longer. I'm going to fuck my brains out tonight, right here in this club...just like this, the way I'm riding your hard cock...mmmm, it feels so good...only I want it deep inside my pussy. That's why I wore such a tiny skirt, with no panties. I want my ass and pussy to be bare, open and inviting. All I want to do tonight is fuck."

Totally losing it, he began wildly jerking his hips and groaning on my nipple as his cock went into spasms against my pussy. When I felt liquid warmth quickly spreading across the front of his pants, I squeezed my wet pussy around his pulsing shaft and held his face to my breasts. "Mmmm, yes, cum for me...cum for me..." I implored, loving the feel of his trembling body.

Once his orgasm was finished, I looked over at Paul, who was just shaking his head and laughing. "See? Very merciful," I said, smiling coyly. When I turned back to Tony, he profusely apologized for cumming so quickly. "It's okay, sweetie. Really, it's okay," I grinned, holding his hands. "He has to be the first one to take me anyway..." I explained, gesturing to Paul.

When I moved back into Paul's lap, Tony quickly got up to leave. Eric didn't want to go, but Tony said he wasn't about to hang around with his pants full of cum. As we watched the two guys head on out of there, Paul hugged me tight and laughed, "That was totally mean! Mom would've been hella proud of you, for sure!"

"Oh, I don't know. 'Mean' is not allowing someone to cum. I know what mean feels like, and that wasn't mean. Besides, you told me to show him no mercy."

"Yeah, like it would've made any difference! We both know you were going to own that guy no matter what I told you to do!"

"But he asked for it! I only gave him what he wanted, didn't I? Besides, everything I said was the truth, wasn't it, and that's what Samantha would have done to him, right?"

Grinning, I pinched him in the ribs.

I felt a tap on my shoulder, and our waitress was standing there with a big smile. "Girl, you sure do put on an amazing show. Poor guy, he never stood a chance."

Leaning in, she whispered, "Are you ready?"

After giving Paul a long, hot kiss on the lips, I climbed out of his lap. "I am so ready. See you in a little bit, sweetie," I smiled, trailing my fingers across his chin.

"Dawn, wait! Where are you going?"

As she led me away, I giggled, "You'll see! Keep an eye out for me!"

~ ~ ~

"You've never danced before?" 

I was standing in front of a full-length mirror in a backstage dressing room, and a beautiful blonde dancer in her mid-twenties named Lana was eyeing me up and down, just like Tank had been doing earlier. With Niki helping, we were trying to decide what I should wear.

"Only cheerleading and going to clubs. I've never done this, no," I said, looking over their racks of sexy clothes. 

"Do you know what you want to do out there?"

She was studying me while playing with my skirt, running it between her fingertips.

"How so?" 

"I mean do you know what you want to dance to, and do you have any idea what you want to do out there? How far do you want to go?"

I looked at the two sexy dancers. "How far can I go? Like I told Tank, I intend to get pretty crazy tonight."

Lana grinned. "Yes, Tank let us know that you're a virgin, and you plan on having sex here tonight...a lot of sex."

"Lana, you need to check out the guy she's with," giggled Niki.

Lana just continued smiling at me. "That's who you plan on doing it with to lose your virginity, right?"

I nodded, grinning.

"If you don't mind my asking, why here? And why go so crazy with it? From what I'm hearing, you plan on doing a whole lot more than just having virgin sex with your boyfriend, right?"

"Girl, she said I can fuck her boyfriend, and Tank said so too. You need to see what that kid is packin'," grinned Niki.

Lana laughed and touched her face. "Niki, you're always the one who says you won't have sex with the customers. That's always been your big rule. Listen to you now! What's gotten into you?"

"I don't know! Tank took me aside to tell me about these two and their plans, and he said I could fuck them if I wanted. He said he'd keep an eye out for any cops, but since he knows everyone who's here tonight he figured it'd be okay if we let Dawn go as far as she wants. All he said was that we'd have to tone it down some if the wrong people came in."

"Fat chance of that on a Wednesday night," Lana said. 

"Yep. I'm sure it'll be a slow night. Anyway, once Tank said I could play with them, I wanted to see what the big deal was about these two. When I saw them, god, they both turned me on. She even told me she wants me to fuck them both, and that made me really want to. At first I thought maybe I'd just want to fuck her boyfriend, but holy hell, Lana, are you seeing this girl? She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen! She's got that one Hollywood star's face, what's her name, the gorgeous brunette from that robot movie, but are you seeing this girl's legs, and especially her ass?"

Niki looked at me, grinning while intentionally talking about me as if I weren't even there, and I returned her smile. Lana was also grinning at me, still waiting for my answer.

"I didn't plan on this, not at first," I said. "Originally I thought I'd just take him to a motel, you know, where we could do whatever we wanted. I've been wanting him to fuck me but we kept getting our wires crossed, then he went and lost his virginity to one of my best friends. I sort of helped them because she was also a virgin, and now they're together. She says that since I helped her so much with her first time, she doesn't mind loaning me her boyfriend for mine."

"Okay, I get that," Lana said. "You want to lose your virginity, you've got this totally hot guy with a crazy huge dick, and that's who you want to do it with. I get that. But why here, and why go so wild with it?"

"Well, when I saw your sign out on the highway, it got me to thinking. See, his first time was with one of my cheerleader girlfriends. Lisa had me give her a little help in getting them started, and two of my other girlfriends were also there. As Paul was fucking her, we were all playing with both of them. One of us would bite her nipples while another would lick her pussy or whatever, and the third girl would either suck Paul's dick or just fully make out with him, then we'd trade places. God, it was the hottest thing ever. They had an awesome first time, and I knew I wanted mine to be every bit as amazing.

"So, anyway, once I saw your sign, something suddenly came over me. I don't know why, but I started thinking, 'Do I really want my first time to be in some anonymous motel? Wouldn't it be way hotter and much more memorable if we went totally crazy with a bunch of beautiful dancers?'

"Also, I love having sex with girls - a lot. Paul and I, neither of us had ever been to a strip club before, but I figured I'd find some beautiful, sexy girls here who would love to help Paul fuck me."

I grinned at Niki, who nodded, "You got that right."

"And what about Paul? You don't mind if other girls here have sex with your guy?" Lana continued, eyeing me curiously.

"I don't think I'll mind. I know I love watching him have sex with Lisa, so I think I'll be okay with seeing him fuck other girls too. Like I said, he's Lisa's boyfriend, not mine, and she's just loaning him to me. As far as I'm concerned, he can do whatever he wants. Seriously, I hope he has just as wild of a night as I plan to. After he fucks me, I'm actually looking forward to watching him fuck Niki. I really do love watching him fuck. He's awesome."

A smiling Niki nodded eagerly, making us all laugh.

"And what about you?" Lana asked. "What are your rules for tonight? I know you plan on having sex with your guy, but what else?"

I watched as she gently touched my leg. "Lana, I don't know that I have any rules for tonight. I know I want Niki. I know I want to have sex. I mean a lot of sex, just like you said. I want to experience new things, completely letting myself go. That's why I came here tonight." When she slid her hand further up my thigh, I grinned, "I'm hoping you'll fuck me too."

"Oh, you can be certain of that, pretty girl," she said, returning my grin while hungrily eyeing my legs, which I spread a few inches for her; a none-too-subtle invitation. "What about other guys, though? You know that every man here will want to fuck you. If you and Tank say it's okay, you're going to end up getting fully gangbanged. No exaggeration, they're going to take you in every hole, probably all at once. You won't be forced into anything, but if you truly do want to go crazy, you're going to get fucked like you won't believe. Is that what you really want?"

Still watching intently as her hand slowly made its way up my thigh, I thought to myself, 'Good question. Do I really want to get fucked out of my mind tonight by an entire bar full of guys?'

I have to admit, a part of me thought it sounded very tempting.

Trish raves about having multiple men at the same time, saying it feels totally awesome to be endlessly fucked in every hole...to be completely filled...just gorging herself on cock. Mom has also told me how much she loves being fucked in the ass, even by something as enormous as Dad's dick. God, that day at the pool party I know I would've taken Paul, Rick and Donny, and Dad too. They all could have fucked me. I definitely wanted it.

I'm sure that at some point I'll take on a bunch of guys all at once - probably Paul, Rick and Donny. I'll at least try it, and I bet I'll totally love it. The thing is, it won't be a situation where men are simply lined up waiting for a turn. No way. It would need to be something like the pool party, or Mom's Movie Night with the boys. It would have to be when I was with people I knew, nothing was planned, and it just happened.

'Not here, though...not with Paul and a bunch of total strangers...not for my first time,' I decided.

Lana was staring at me, again waiting for my answer. After pausing another few moments, I gave her a little grin. "I'll take every girl here, and you can all do anything you want to me. I guarantee you that not only will I absolutely love it, I'll keep wanting more. You already know that I want Paul to fuck me and cum in my pussy. He has to be my first, and I have to be the one who gets his first load tonight. I swear, he cums like you won't believe. I just have to feel it exploding inside me that first time."

I grinned at Niki, who playfully stuck her tongue out at me. She laughed when I stuck my tongue out right back before giving her hand an affectionate squeeze. "I also want him to fuck me in the ass. I really, really want to be fucked in my ass tonight, and he has to be the first one there too. Other than that, I don't know. Tank said just to play it by ear, so that's what I thought I'd do. Do I have to decide on everything right now?"

Lana gently took my hand. "No, sweetie, you don't have to decide anything right now. It'd just be good to know whether you want us to set you up with a gangbang, mainly so Tank can clue everyone in. Do you think you will?"

"No, I don't want a full-on organized gangbang. I want Paul, and I want you girls. Anything more than that, it'll just have to happen. I don't want a bunch of guys lined up, expecting a turn. I'd rather do whatever comes to me at the time. I think that's what Tank had in mind when he said, 'Just play it by ear.' Other than taking Paul, and definitely you two, and maybe Tank too, yeah, I just want to play the rest by ear. Anything else has to happen naturally."

"Okay then, darlin', I'll tell Tank there won't be any gangbang, not unless you change your mind and tell him so yourself. Also, just in case you do change your mind, everyone who fucks you has to use a condom."

"Not Paul, though, right? He has to cum inside me!"

Smiling, she squeezed my hand. "Sweetie, I don't mean Paul. I mean anyone else. Of course you can do your own man however you want."

"Lana, will Paul need to use one with me? He's nearly a virgin too, and his girl was a virgin. I'm sure he's safe, and I hate using those things," Niki said.

"Niki, darlin', that's entirely up to you.

"Now, Dawn, back to the dancing. What do you want to wear, and what do you want to do?"

Niki said, "You couldn't possibly look any hotter than you already do, so why don't you wear what you have on now? Maybe you could add some panties, just so you can take them off. Guys love to see us take off our panties."

"Sounds fine by me," I said. "As for what do I want to do? You know what I think I'd like? Do you ever do any girl-girl shows, you know, where maybe two girls dance together?"

Lana and Niki exchanged grins, then Niki giggled, "Only two?"

With a friendly smile, Lana caressed my thigh. "Just pay Niki no never mind. Yes, darlin', we've been known to do the occasional girl-girl show."

"How far can you go, you know, on stage?" 





Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 06



"Depends. If Tank says we have to keep it toned down, then all we can do is some light touching and kissing. If it's like tonight, when he's saying anything goes, then anything goes."

"What about girl-boy? Do you ever do that?"

"I have. On two different occasions I've pulled a guy onto the stage and fucked him. One was my boyfriend at the time, so that barely counts. Niki has never done it. Again, though, it's the same rules: If Tank says anything goes, hey, anything goes."

"Okay then, that's what I want: anything goes. I'd like to not know what's going to happen. I just want to know that anything and everything could happen. Simply knowing that, it'll make it way more exciting. Maybe you could let me dance a song or two by myself, then you could surprise me, and whatever happens...happens. You can do anything you want to me, except pain. I don't want to be whipped, or tied up, or hurt, or anything like that. Anything sexual - whatever you want me to do to you, or you want to do to me - I'm fine with it. You can all fuck me any way you like. I want to be ravaged tonight, completely losing myself in sex. If it's on stage with everyone watching, all the better. I'll love it. Oh yeah, I also want to do what you guys are doing, you know, out in the audience. When I'm done on the stage, I want to do some lap dances."

"If you go to their tables and do one-on-ones with them, especially on a night when anything goes, you know they'll all want you extra bad. Some of them will probably even whip it out and try to put it inside you," Niki said.

"Some of them will at least try to get you to give them a blowjob, and I guarantee that someone will offer you money for sex," added Lana.

"Good. I hope they really are that horny. When I climb into their laps to grind my naked pussy on their big erections, I want them all just dying to fuck me. Even if it's only for one night, I want to feel that kind of power."

"Will you let them fuck you? I mean, as long as you've already fucked Paul first?" asked Lana.

"I don't know. Maybe. If they turn me on enough, yes, I probably will. Once they take their hard cocks out and start rubbing them against my bare pussy, I'm sure I won't be able to resist. Definitely not for money, though. No way. It'd have to be because the guy totally turned me on."

Niki grinned. "What about private dances in the VIP Room?"

"What actually goes on in there?" I asked.

"Tonight? Anything you want, darlin'," Lana said.

"Okay then, yes, I want to do those too. Again, though, I don't want anybody's money. I mean I'll be taking away from you girls, right, so any tips I get tonight I'll just give to you."

"Oh yes, you'll definitely be taking away from us. The minute they see you, every hard dick in the room will instantly forget about the rest of us," Lana grinned.

"Will you mind then, as long as I give you all my tips?"

"Not at all, sweetheart. It's not a problem, and thank you. I appreciate your wanting to look out for us."

"Yes, thank you. That's sweet," added Niki. 

"Girl, you should be thanking her! She'll probably make more by herself in an hour than all the rest of us combined will make the entire night!" Lana teased.

"Probably so! I know I'd pay to have her dance for me!" laughed Niki.

Laughing along with them, I asked, "Do people ever have sex in that VIP Room? I mean like actual fucking?"

"I never have," Niki said, "but then I've never had sex with any customer before, not even away from the club. The most I've ever done is sex with other dancers - never anything with a guy."

Lana added, "For the most part, no, there's no sex going on in the VIP Room. Most nights, Tank won't allow it. He always has a bouncer watching over things. There have been some instances though, yes, when people have had sex there. I've done it in the VIP Room a bunch of times with that same ex-boyfriend, and once with a customer. During some of our wilder parties I've fucked Tank a few times there, too. At least a couple of the other girls have also had sex with customers there. One did it strictly for the money. The guy offered her a thousand bucks to let him fuck her doggie style and cum in her mouth. This other girl, she did it out of good ol' horniness. Some guy turned her on so much, she just had to fuck him.

"That's the only reason I ever have sex with a customer. I'll never fuck for money, but if a guy turns me on enough, hey, we're only human, right?"

"I can imagine," I said, giving her a wicked little grin. "I don't see how you girls aren't always fucking. I'd get so horny from doing lap dances, damn, I'd be having sex every night. God, if a guy like Paul got hard for me as I was grinding on him? I'd probably fuck him right there at his table, and I'd definitely fuck him in that VIP Room. I wouldn't be able to stop myself. Seriously, how are you not constantly having sex?"

Niki laughed, "Sugar, believe me, they're not all like your Paul. Most of your customers, you wouldn't want to let them anywhere near that gorgeous pussy."

"Okay, but what about when they are like Paul?"

"Well, you saw what happened," Niki grinned.

"You want to fuck him."

"Exactly. Fortunately for us dancers, or maybe unfortunately, we don't run into too many Pauls and Dawns who just make us forget all about our rules. 

"Lana, I've been here, what, six months?"

"Yeah, something like that. I can hardly believe it," grinned Lana.

"See, Dawn? Six months, and you two are the first customers I've ever wanted to fuck."

Lana nodded. "Other than my ex-boyfriend, I've only ever fucked those two other customers; the one on stage and the one in the VIP Room. Those were just like you said, Dawn. They turned me on so much that I had to fuck them. It doesn't happen very often. Your Paul must be very special for Niki to want to break her rule. I already know you are," she smiled, again squeezing my hand.

She was giving me shivers with the way she was caressing the top of my hand with her thumb. My pussy was so wet, I thought I was going to drip right onto the floor.

"How long until I go on?" I asked.

"At least another half-hour," Lana said. "There are two girls ahead of you right now, and Tank will want to check on you before he sends you out there."

"Perfect," I said, pulling Lana down onto the couch. "I can't take it anymore. I at least need a taste...." Growling like an idiot, I pushed my head beneath her tight skirt and quickly slid her panties off before burying my face between her legs.

I just had to eat that gorgeous blonde goddess.

Clutching my head while spreading her legs for me, she leaned back into the corner cushions and hooked a knee over the arm of the couch. Her legs were so long and sleek, she easily draped the other one over the back of the couch. Without even pulling her lips apart, she'd spread herself to where I could see well inside her pink, shining cunt.

Wasting no time, I slid two fingers into her hot sex to moisten them before pressing them into her asshole while clamping my mouth on her pussy lips. Instantly frantic, I alternated between sucking her clit and plunging my tongue deep inside her, and she was yelping and crying out in rhythm to my fingers plundering her tight ass.

Lifting my head, I grinned. "Baby, are you starting to get the idea now? I am so turned on, you probably wouldn't even understand it. I want everything you can give me tonight."

I reached out with my other hand to grab Niki's nipple, pinching it hard. "I want you both to cum for me," I hissed. Twisting her tip, I made her cry out in pleasure and pain.

When her head lolled onto Lana's chest, I began switching back and forth between their legs, first slurping on Lana's pussy, then jamming my tongue deep inside Niki's. Pressing a third finger into Lana's ass, I punched my hand again and again into her tight clutch, until I had her yelping and recoiling with each thrust. Using my other hand to squeeze and fondle Niki's breasts, I delighted in how amazingly firm and perky they were, especially her incredible nipples. Eventually I slid my fingers into her gorgeous slit...mmmm, so nice. Once they were good and slick, I rubbed her sweet pussy juice all over her soft pink lips before offering my fingertips to her mouth, making her suck them clean. Returning to her breasts, I alternated healthy boob-slaps with extended bouts of aggressive nipple-pinching.

She was thrashing about, her hips wildly bucking off the couch, and we began trading hands on her tight, wet pussy. When mine would fuck her, she'd pinch her nipples and arch her back. If I slid my hand up to her breasts, she'd stuff hers between her legs, rubbing and slapping her clit with one while fucking herself with the other. My god, the way she just came like crazy, it was so awesome.

In the meantime, I continued alternating between punch-fucking Lana's deliciously spread pussy and gaping asshole. She was quaking, her thighs wildly trembling, and still I kept nipping at and sucking on her clit. Insane with lust, I called out, "On my face! Send me onto that stage with your cum all over my face! Do it! I want you both to cum on my face!"

I was as delirious as they were, wishing only that a fourth person had been there to take me from behind. With my tiny skirt flipped up onto my back, I was just blindly humping the air.

God, I so desperately needed to be fucked.

After Niki had finished cumming, I slid my hand back down to her pussy to wet it again, then I curled my middle and ring fingers into her asshole. Letting loose a perfect moan, she spread her legs as wide as Lana's, and I slipped right through her tight little ring. With my fingers buried in Niki's ass, I leaned up and bit Lana's belly button; tightening her arms and legs around me, she shook as she came. When I felt her cumming, I quickly moved to cover her pussy with my mouth. She didn't seem to be a squirter, though. No, she just flowed more thickly, so I flattened my tongue and pressed it to her sex, letting her orgasm pour into my mouth.

Once she was done cumming, I trailed my tongue all the way up her body before sliding over to Niki's breasts. Taking one into my mouth, I nursed on her gorgeous nipple, sucking it like a baby as I continued to fuck their writhing bottoms. By that point I had three fingers in each girl's ass, and my thumbs were driving inside their pussies. I was violently clutching them, even lifting them off the couch by their assholes while thrashing my face on Niki's chest in my manic devouring of her sexy breasts.

"Holy god...holy god!" cried Niki, and she began to whimper, begging me to stop.

"But we're just getting started," I giggled. "You should see me with my girlfriends. This is only your appetizer...."

Then there was Lana, who wasn't even forming coherent words. Between panted breaths, all she could manage were these awesome hooting-owl sounds.

"Ooo...oooo...oooaaaaAAHH!" she moaned, and I attacked her gorgeous mouth. Although she was startled when I kissed her so aggressively, she was so far gone that she simply let me savage her mouth with my tongue while I pounded away at their assholes and pussies with my hands. Then she began to cry! As beautiful tears spilled from her wild, unfocused eyes, she just kept happily moaning...and I came! No one had even touched me! I came simply from seeing her cry for me!

That was certainly a first for me, cumming without being touched. It wasn't a huge cum, but I definitely came. Seeing Lana's sheer ecstasy over her utter loss of control, god, it went straight to my pussy, and I was dripping down my thighs as my orgasm rocked through me.

Niki screamed like a banshee when I added a fourth finger, forcing it deep into her ass. Tugging my head away from Lana's, she gave me a ravenous kiss.

When I slipped my hand out of Lana's pussy, she snapped, pulling my face right back to kiss me as ferociously as I'd kissed her. Crying out in lust, Niki frantically thrust her face into our kiss.

There we were, enjoying a three-way tongue-lashing while I continued to fuck Niki's asshole and pussy. Since we were all upright again, I immediately began slapping Lana's shining wet slit. They weren't hard slaps but they were insistent, and growing harder each time. Focusing more and more on her clit, I wanted to hear her make that hooting-owl sound again, and I wanted us all to be kissing when she did it.

"I've watched her cum a million times, and she's never done that before!" Niki said in shock when Lana's eyes rolled back into her head and out came that hooting sound.

"Then we need to work on finding out what other fun tricks she can do...and you too..." I smiled, making her cry out again with a twist of my fingers in her ass.

"God, girl, you've already made me do more than anyone ever has. I don't think I've ever screamed like that, and I know I've never taken so much down there, you know, in that place."

"I love your ass," I said, steadily fucking her. "I can't believe no one has ever played with you there before."

"Not like that, they haven't! Are you sure you're a virgin?" she panted.

"I told you, I'm definitely no virgin when it comes to doing things like this. I just haven't been properly fucked by a man yet. My girlfriends, though, they tend to get pretty aggressive with me...especially my bottom," I grinned.

Lana wasn't even with us anymore. She was just cumming...nonstop cumming. She kept cooing and cumming, cooing and cumming. Her voice was rising in pitch as her back arched, and her pussy spilled forth onto my hand. She hadn't uttered an intelligible word in quite a while.

There was a knock on the door, and Tank stuck his head inside. When he saw what we were doing, he just grinned. "Five minutes, ladies. Best start getting yourself ready, Dawn. Lana will tell you everything you need to do."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that! Lana here doesn't look to be tellin' nobody nuthin' anytime soon. She might just be down for the count," Niki said, grinning at us.

"Lana? You okay, sweetheart?" chuckled Tank.

"OOoooo! OOoooo!" she hooted, completely out of her mind.

Tank guffawed, "Jesus tarnation! What'd y'all do to her? I've never seen her like this before! And you too, Niki! You look like you just saw a ghost, and now you're in love!"

Crying out and cumming again from my fingers continuing to pound away deep in her ass, Niki lurched up off the couch and laughed, "Hey, don't blame me! You wanna blame someone, blame yourself! You're the one who dropped this here sex devil girl on us!

"Gaaaawd, Dawn! Fuck!!"

Tank just stood there, staring incredulously. "She did this all by herself? In just these few minutes?"

Slowing my attack, I let the girls catch their breath. After a few moments, Niki gave him a sheepish grin along with a bit of a stunned nod. "Uh-huh. I'm tellin' you, boss, you ain't never seen nuthin' like this one before."

He answered her flickering grin with a bemused smirk. "I reckon I probably haven't. Dawn Summers, what kind of havoc have you unleashed on my girls?"

"Oh, nothing much. I just wanted a little snack before dinner. I told you, I'm really hungry," I said, smiling innocently while batting my eyes.

"Yeah, well, you just go easy on them. Anyway, you're up next, so you better start getting ready. That is, if you still want to head on out there...."

Niki had flipped my tiny skirt way above my hips, and Tank was staring at my bare ass and pussy. Arching my back and spreading my legs, I wagged my tail invitingly. "Does it look like I've had a change of heart?" I asked, peeking over my shoulder to give him a sexy grin.

He let out a long, low whistle, and Niki giggled, "Is that not the most beautiful backside you've ever seen? I mean, my lord, I work in a strip joint, and still I've never seen nuthin' like her in all my days."

Tank just shook his head. "Can't say that I disagree, and I've seen more dancers than you can shake a stick at. It's been my privilege to scout out some of the choicest female flesh in these United States, and I've never seen anything that even comes close to this little filly. She ain't just perfectly flawless, she's also got that certain 'it' thing going on, that 'I'm a star!' quality you either have or you don't. She's got it all day long, and you're right, she has the finest saddle I've ever laid eyes on. Ain't no two ways about it."

While still staring at my naked bottom, he grinned, "Darlin', if you can dance even a lick, you could make a fortune here at this club. Are you sure you don't wanna put that whole college thing on hold for a spell to make yourself a serious buttload of money?"

I looked up at Lana and Niki. Lana's eyes were fluttering, and she wasn't making a sound. All she was doing was panting while running her hands all over herself. Watching her, I had to grin. She just wanted more sex. Niki, though, was nodding her head at me. "He's right, you know. Lotta girls pay for college by dancin'. A girl like you? Shoot, you could write your own ticket. Not only would you make enough in a year or two to cover your whole college career, you'd also find some rich guy to marry you...'bout two or three times a week!"

Smoothing my skirt down over my hips, I laughed as I came to my feet. "I don't know about all that! I just want to have a wild time tonight. Who knows, maybe I'll like dancing enough to where I could see myself doing it for real, but I've always dreamed of living in California, and my dreams are about to come true."

Smiling sweetly, I took Lana and Niki by their hands. "Tonight my dreams include you. Will you help a young girl from lil' ol' Kansas make her dreams come true?"

"Anything you want, baby," Niki said.

Squeezing my fingers, Lana just nodded. "Anything..." she finally whispered, her eyes opening to hooded slits. "Anything..." she said again, beginning to focus as she looked up dreamily at me. Slowly, shakily, she rose from the couch before moving to Tank's side. When he tried to put a steadying arm around her, she took his hand and led him out of the room.

"You're on in five minutes. I gotta tell ya, little girl, I can't wait to see this..." he grinned, looking back at me over his shoulder.

As they were leaving, I heard Lana say, "Tank, listen to me. You need to be really careful with this girl. She's—" 

The door closed behind them before I could catch the rest.

~ ~ ~

"...and coming all the way from lil' ol' Kansas, please welcome to the stage...MEGAN FOX!"

I giggled when I heard Tank introduce me that way to the audience. I guess I must really look like her, since Tank just took it upon himself to give me that stage name. I also giggled over the thought that none of those horny guys out there who fantasized about Megan Fox ever dreamed they would see her do the things I was planning on doing that night.

Niki had convinced me to put on a g-string and a single garter just so I'd be able to take off the panties on stage, which she said was always a bigger crowd-pleaser than simply coming out pantiless. So, with the strutting opening drum beat of AC/DC's "You Shook Me All Night Long" accompanying me as I burst through the curtains, there I was, dancing on stage in a strip club!

Going for sort of a 'sexy school girl' look, I started off with my hair tied up and my blouse tucked into my tiny skirt. Rather than begin dancing right away, however, the first thing I did was simply prowl the edge of the stage; remembering how she'd done it that night when she walked up the stairs for me, I did an exaggerated version of Mom's sexy strut.

Part of the reason I started out that way was just to do something different. I didn't want to jump right on the stripper pole or go straight to the floor and writhe around, like so many of the other girls seemed to do. No, I wanted to appear feral and fully in charge as I stalked the stage.




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 06



Also, I really couldn't see any of the faces in the audience, at least not until my eyes adjusted to the bright stage lights. By staying near the edge of the stage I was able to peer out into the relative darkness, until finally I spotted Paul sitting alone at his table.

I was having a blast just prowling the stage, giving everyone my sexiest strut. I felt like a caged tiger, plus I knew all those guys were looking right up my skirt as I vamped my way above their leering faces. Stopping and starting to the rhythm of the song, I was dancing without really dancing. On every fourth beat I swung my hips and did something flirty, cupping my ass or flipping my skirt while pivoting on my heels to change direction with a sassy flash of my thighs.

Once the guitar solo began, I stepped forward and stood proudly at the edge of the stage, directly above a couple of horny construction workers. Rocking my hips like a music video slut, I totally stared them down while unclipping my hair, letting my long, wild mane fall free. After shaking it out and whipping it around, I pointed to the cuter of the two guys; using that same finger, I slowly ran it between my breasts and over my bare stomach before slipping it into the camel toe of my tight g-string panties.

Lifting my stiletto heel onto the foot-high brass railing encircling the stage, I spread my legs for my two leering construction guys. As I rocked my hips for them, I stroked my pussy with one hand while using the other to untie the loose knot that held my top together.

Peering out into the audience again, I noticed that Paul had been joined at his table by our waitress. He was laughing and shaking his head at me in disbelief, and I blew him a kiss. Teasing him about our long-distance banter, the waitress tickled him in the ribs, making him lurch out of his seat. Everyone in his area laughed, but they stopped laughing when she whispered something in his ear while reaching into his lap to stroke his cock.

He shot me a panicked look, and I just blew him another kiss. Although he didn't exactly relax then, he did at least sit back in his seat, allowing the waitress to nibble on his ear and fondle his huge erection in front of everyone.

With the crowd whooping and hollering, I finally began to dance...well, sort of, anyway. It was mostly just showing off my ass, plus a series of spins and splits, including lots of touching. More than anything I was simply going through all the moves I did as a cheerleader, only I was doing them the way I'd always fantasized about doing them: sexier, more seductively, with people watching me touch and otherwise fully display myself.

Returning to the edge of the stage, I grinned at my two admirers. Leaning down, I grabbed the cuter one's head and pressed it to my breasts while reaching into the other guy's lap to stroke his obvious bulge. I switched back and forth for a few moments, alternating whose cock I'd stroke and whose head I'd press to my breasts.

Releasing them, I went into a sideways split, bouncing my ass in their faces. When I looked back over my shoulder, I noticed the cute one had pulled his cock out and was openly stroking it for me.

Slithering around sexily on my ass, I rolled onto my back; with my head facing the audience and my feet pointed towards the center of the stage I planted my heels, spread my legs and began undulating my hips in rhythmic circles, as if I were being fucked. Undoing my top, I urgently cupped and squeezed my naked breasts while hanging my head and shoulders over the side of the stage.

My cute construction worker wasted no time in feeding his good-sized cock into my inviting open mouth. The angle I was offering made it easy for him to push straight into my throat, and as I pinched my nipples he began to saw himself in and out, fully face-fucking me.

Even upside down I managed to sneak a peek at Paul, who was receiving his own killer blowjob. With the nearby tables cheering her on, our waitress was leaning into his lap and wetly slurping up and down his enormous dick. Using two hands to pump the base of my baby brother's thick shaft, that girl was clearly giving it everything she had, and still she was only able to take a little less than half of him into her mouth.

My two construction workers quickly switched places, the second guy feeding me his longer, slimmer cock. I was just starting to orient myself to the new shaft sliding down my throat when I felt a pair of hands grasping my writhing ass, then a warm, wet mouth was pressing against my panties-covered pussy. With my head dipped below the edge of the stage I couldn't see who was between my legs, and at that point I didn't care.

'I guess it's starting right away, and we're skipping the dancing. Fine by me,' I thought. I'd intended to dance a couple of songs before anything major really happened, but once I saw my cute construction guy's naked cock I no longer cared about dancing. I just wanted to have sex. My only concern centered on Paul potentially cumming in our waitress's mouth. I was hoping she'd been given instructions that she wasn't to make him cum, at least not until I'd gotten him first.

'Such a crazy thing to be thinking right now,' I giggled to myself, realizing that I was worrying about Paul's cum even while happily sucking two strangers' cocks and having my pussy licked by some unknown person who'd pulled aside my panties. 'It has to be a girl,' I thought, noticing the softness of the kisses, and the hands on my thighs felt softly feminine too. Deciding that it was definitely a girl between my legs, I closed my eyes and gave myself over to pure lust.

I truly love sucking cock, and I also love having my pussy eaten. I know it will never take the place of eating someone else, or of being thoroughly filled and fucked, but I'm learning to love all the different oral techniques people use on me.

Trish simply attacks my pussy, and especially my ass. With the way she takes me into her mouth and chews on me, she almost literally eats me. Lisa is usually more gentle, at least initially, until she totally loses it and goes crazy. Like a werewolf devouring her kill, she becomes frantic as she thrashes her face between my legs. I absolutely love that. Michelle just always has to fuck me, using everything she can in both my holes. Once she gets going, it's rare for her not to double-penetrate me. The bigger the better, and the more the merrier, those seem to be her credos. "If two fingers are great, then three would be awesome! Since my tongue up her ass is already driving her insane, let's go ahead and jam my whole hand inside her pussy! That'll really rocket her to the moon!"

I just love all the different ways girls fuck me. As I lay on the stage that night, I was thinking that I couldn't wait to experience all the different ways boys would fuck me too.

The girl on stage had a unique technique, licking me with long, fast strokes up and down my slit. Moaning into my pussy as I continued humming around the cock I was hungrily taking down my throat, she was definitely turning me on.

We'd been going at it for a few minutes, and I was really getting into sucking their dicks. I was stroking them into my mouth with both hands, letting my saliva freely coat my chin, when suddenly I felt myself being physically hauled away. Three sets of hands were lifting me, and finally I could see what was happening. Lana, Niki and our waitress were carrying me over to a chair that someone had positioned near the center of the stage. Sitting there was Paul, wearing an expression that was equal parts astonishment, fear, and lust. His pants were open, and he was trying to cover his huge erection with his shirt and hands.

I couldn't help but giggle at the absurdity of it all. Even after receiving a public blowjob from a hot stripper, he still didn't want people to see his enormous dick. He just looked ridiculous trying to cover himself, and I loved him even more for it.

The girls set me down sidesaddle in his lap, then they pulled me by my arms and legs, stretching me out. Having regained my bearings, it hit me that Whitesnake's "Still of the Night" was playing. Knowing the considerable length of that song, I was thinking I could scarcely imagine what was in store for me.

Well, I immediately began to find out. The first thing the girls did was synchronize their combined seduction with the staccato rhythm of the song. "Still of the Night" comes in continual fits and starts, and so did their attacks on my face and pussy. They were moving around us in a constantly rotating circle, each girl taking up a position either between my legs, over my face, or sucking Paul's cock.

There's this long, flowing portion of the song that comes to a crescendo with the singer climactically crying out just before the guitar solo. When the singer let loose with his awesome wail, the girls simultaneously pulled open my top and tore off my panties, assaulting me with their mouths, hands and pussies. Lana bit my cunt, making me scream into Niki's pussy, which made her scream too. The waitress had climbed all the way over Paul's shoulder and hooked her legs around his head as she sucked his cock, basically forcing him to eat her pussy at the same time.

"Don't make him cum!" hissed Lana, shooting me a reassuring smile. When I took a break from licking Niki's superb cunt to blow the gorgeous blonde dancer a kiss of gratitude, she grinned and dove right back between my legs.

I relaxed, knowing that the girls really did have everything all worked out. They were going to make sure that I got what I wanted: Paul's first load of cum, deep in my pussy.

I began to thrust my hips and cry out in time with the song, completely letting go. I bit Niki's cunt harder than Lana bit mine, and I also reached up with both hands to pull her down to me by her nipples. After she screamed even louder than she had in the dressing room, I brought her mouth alongside the other girl's onto Paul's huge cock. Grinning, I spread her wicked little ass and jammed my tongue back inside her tight hole. Praying that she wouldn't bite him too hard, I took her tiny star between my teeth while pushing my entire hand inside her pussy. When I bit her asshole, she cried out so passionately that both the waitress and Lana paused to see what had happened. As I ravaged Niki's ass and pussy her only response was this adorable little hopping motion on the balls of her feet, and we all laughed when the waitress ran off the stage in fright upon seeing what I was doing to her friend.

"Dawn, look what you did! You scared her away!" said Paul, laughing between moans.

Now Niki had his cock all to herself, and she began fisting and sucking it as hard as she could. She was really going wild on him, moaning up a storm as she pumped his shining wet shaft into her mouth, until finally she pulled off, panting, "Darlin', I'm sorry, but you're just way too big for me to get it all down."

Paul gave her a curious look, and I knew exactly what he was thinking.

Mom, Lisa, Michelle, Trish and I were the only girls who had ever sucked his cock, and we all took the whole thing, so naturally he expected every girl to be able to do it. He figured that's just what's supposed to happen when a guy gets a blowjob, right? Isn't that how it always goes?

"Niki, here, let me..." I said, twisting from his lap to kneel between his knees.

"Go ahead and try, but you'll never—" she began to say, only to be cut short when I immediately took him all the way down my throat. Pressing my lips to his balls while moaning around his cock, I gave her a happy smile.

"No you didn't! No ma'am! Nuh-uh! You did not just take that whole thing all the way inside your mouth like that, easy as pie!" shouted Niki, watching in amazement as I enthusiastically bobbed up and down his entire length.

"She always does," said Paul, nonchalantly.

I briefly lifted my head to give her a satisfied smile. "Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?"

"My lord.... Girl, that just ain't right," grinned Niki.

Returning her grin, I went back down on Paul before drawing away with a little giggle. "See? It's easy! Just open your throat and push, like this...." Again taking every inch of him, I stopped to linger at the base of his shaft, my nose buried in his pubic hair. Pulling up, I said, "Now, you try."

Switching places with me, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and began to lower it onto his huge, pulsing cock.

"Relax your throat. Just let him slide right in..." I said, gently pushing on the back of her head.

"Mmmmmphhh!" she grunted, then she gagged and pulled up.

"Hey! She made it about halfway that time!" Lana giggled.

"Hey, my lily white behind! You wanna try it, if you think it's so easy?" giggled Niki right back. 

"I'll surely be glad to suck his dick again, but I already know I won't get it all the way down. Not even close," she grinned, and they switched places.

As soon as Lana was in position, I said to Paul, "You have to hear her! She makes the most awesome sound ever! Watch this...."

I got down on my knees behind Lana...and simply mauled her. There is no other way to describe it. With a wolf's howl I latched on to her ass, but not before taking her g-string in my teeth and violently ripping it off her. She screamed when I tugged it into her pussy, but that was nothing compared to what I did to her once I'd spat out her panties onto the stage.

"Oh my god, Lana...LOOK OUT!" shouted Niki, but it was too late. Lana had only just begun to turn back to me when I tried to punch four fingers straight into her cunt, along with three fingers from my other hand into her asshole. I managed to force the flat part of my hand inside her pussy, but my fingers bounced right off her ass. So, I tried it again. With my hand still inside her pussy, I jammed those other three fingers into her pussy. After moistening them and drooling some saliva into her ass, I wedged rather than punched my way into her tightest little hole.

God, but did she let loose the most gorgeous shriek!

"Don't bite him!" cried Niki, but that was also too late, as Paul had already added his own sudden yelp in response to Lana's teeth apparently clamping down on his shaft.

"Lana! Cock biting is not allowed!" I giggled. "Girl, you need to practice your table manners!" I removed my hand from her ass to slap her breasts, which made us all giggle. Well, all but Paul, anyway. He just stared at us, partly in shock and partly in amusement. While grinning at him over Lana's shoulder, I asked sweetly, "Are you okay, baby?"

"Uhh, yeah, but just be more careful next time, will ya? At least give her some warning before you do that to her, especially when she's got someone's dick in her mouth! Jesus, Dawn, she's not a cheerleader, you know," he groaned, which made me laugh until my sides hurt.

"Sowwy!" I mewled in a cloying baby-talk voice, then I began really fucking the hell out of Lana. Fisting her clenching pussy with one hand while alternating the other between her asshole, mouth, breasts and nipples, I just pummeled away at her.

'Michelle would be so proud,' I grinned to myself.

Niki looked on in stunned bewilderment as I assaulted her friend, who at first tried gamely to continue sucking Paul's cock before eventually just giving up and shakily bracing herself against him as I drove her crazy.

"Listen, Paul! Listen!" I cried triumphantly when I felt Lana's owl sounds beginning to resonate throughout her body and into my pummeling hands. I could literally feel her vibrating through her ass and pussy; her breasts started trembling, and a perfectly rising warble began issuing from deep within her chest.

"Dawn! What the...what are you doing to her?!" exclaimed Paul, watching Lana pour out from both ends. From her mouth came her best owl sounds yet, and from her pussy came so much clear, gushing cum that Niki fell back in dismay onto her ass.

Laughing in sheer delight, I quickly pulled my hand out of Lana's pulsating cunt, and with her owl hoots turning into a higher-pitched shriek of mindless ecstasy a gorgeous torrent of stripper cum shot out onto the stage.

"Lana! What are you doing?! Stop that! Stop that!" cried Niki, shuffling on her ass and hands away from her shattered friend, who just kept gushing out an ever-widening pool of clear pussy-joy.

Lana was lost to the world, but I at least wanted some of her sweet nectar before it was all gone. While continuing to plunder her asshole, I twisted down onto my back, positioning my face below her gushing fountain. Both Paul and Niki looked on in astonishment when I clamped my mouth over her lips and began swallowing and swallowing again. With as much thrashing as she was doing, wow, it wasn't easy to maintain any solid purchase on her bucking pussy. At one point she thrashed so much that my teeth bonked into her clit, causing her to scream and jump a foot in the air before landing in Paul's lap, like an insanely sexy grasshopper.

Trembling in his arms as her yummy pussy surrendered its final pulses of clear cum onto my lapping tongue, she was shaking all over.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck...oh fuck..." she kept moaning, and her body wouldn't stop quaking. Paul wrapped both arms around her, as if she were shivering from being cold. She curled herself into a little ball, letting him completely envelop her with his arms and legs.

Niki went to Lana, taking the wild-eyed girl by the hand. As she led her wobbly friend away, I noticed a much slower song was playing, Foreigner's "I've Been Waiting." Making eyes at me to indicate the song, Niki mouthed, "Now."

I laughed when I realized what they had done, setting us up with that specific song for our first time together.

"Yes, I have been waiting," I said, climbing up into Paul's lap to straddle him. Mimicking the song's lyrics, I whispered, "Have you been waiting...for a girl like me...to come into your life?"

"Dawn, holy shit! What...what did you do to that poor girl?" he stammered in amazement.

"Shhhh. I promise you, she's fine."

"Pssst..." came Niki's voice. We turned and saw her holding Lana in her arms just offstage. Both girls were positively beaming. Niki nodded happily, and Lana mouthed to me, "Wow!"

I gave Paul a little grin. "See? Toldja she's fine." 

"Okay, maybe she is, but will I be?" he grinned right back, staring at me in wonder.

"Not if we do it right..." I smiled, peeling off and tossing away my torn top. Gazing deeply into his eyes, I reached between our legs and guided his cock to my steaming entrance. "Paul, make love to me."

"Right here? Are you sure?" he asked nervously.

"Yes, baby, right here. Make love to your sister now."

"I love you, Dawn," he whispered, and I let out the most satisfied moan of my life when he thrust his hips and pushed inside me. God, I was so wet that even despite his massive size he slid right in. Completely filling me, he stretched my soft lips to the point that I thought he might tear me open, and still he kept moving deeper and deeper into my flowing pussy. Lifting my tiny skirt to cup my bare ass, he finally pushed my bottom the rest of the way down, burying himself all the way inside me, and again he whispered, "I love you, big sister."

"Then show me, little brother. Give me everything, Paul. Make love to me as sweetly as you made love to Lisa. It's just us now, and no one is going to stop you this time. Fuck me, then keep fucking me, and don't ever stop. Baby, from now on I want you to fuck me every day...every single day...."

Grinding on him, I began moving in his lap, then I noticed Lana making a move to come back onto the stage. When I gestured for her to stop, she motioned that my skirt was in the way, so I whispered to Paul, "Take my last piece of clothing. Make me naked, and let everyone see your perfect cock fucking your sister's virgin pussy."




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 06



He tentatively reached for my hip to unzip my skirt. Coming to my feet, I shimmied it down my hips. Stepping out of it, I kicked it over to Lana, who giggled and gave me the thumbs-up sign.

Wanting to taste my pussy, I went to my knees, offering my ass to the audience as I took Paul's cock into my mouth. While sucking him, I realized that I couldn't wait to suck him again after he'd cum inside me. I wanted to taste us both together, the same way I'd tasted his cum mixed with Lisa's.

He was holding me by my heavy breasts, gently tugging on my nipples, and I was barely even aware of the audience, who seemed to have become silent. All I could hear was the Foreigner song plus the slurping sound of my mouth on his cock. Deciding that I wanted to hear the slurping sound of my pussy sucking his cock, I climbed back into his lap and whispered, "Hold it up straight for me." He grasped his long, steely shaft, and I sat high above his lap, facing him. Spreading my legs, I slowly lowered my hips, taking him inch by glorious inch all the way into my grateful pussy while moaning, "Mmmmm, god...fuck me, baby." Once I'd taken him completely inside, I lifted and did it again, happily dying over every silky inch of liberating penetration.

I knew then that I would forever be a slave to cock. I would always need to be filled with delicious lengths of warm, solid flesh, pounding me into ecstasy. I would live for that moment of exquisite surrender, when I welcome a man's hard body deep inside my softer one.

I also knew that my pussy would always be Paul's. Whenever, wherever or however he wanted me, I would take Paul's cock for life. I would share his wonderful gift, but I would never give it up.

As I made love for the first time with a man, I was completely oblivious to my surroundings. So many thoughts were going through my head, yet all I really knew was that I'd been a fool to wait so long. From the very first day Paul became hard because of me, we should've been having sex. I envied my dazzlingly beautiful mother for fucking him before I had, and especially for having such incredible sex with him in front of Rick and Donny. I knew full well that had I been there that night I would have fucked him too, and I wouldn't have cared who watched. I knew that if Mom, the boys and I were ever together again in the pool or watching movies she and I would end up having sex in front of them, then we'd all fuck. I also knew that I was going to take her to Paul's bed where the three of us would have sex all day, and I would join her and Dad in their bed so they could fuck me all night.

I couldn't wait to have my gorgeous mother again, with Paul fucking us both. I also couldn't wait to spend a whole night in bed with Paul and Lisa.

God, I was just driving myself crazy.

As Paul kept spearing his cock into me, I noticed that his eyes were closed. He was holding me by my naked hips, and I was smoothly thrusting myself up and down his long shaft. Leaning forward, I offered my erect tips to his lips; pressing them together, he took both inside. When his eyes fluttered open, I grinned and whispered, "What are you thinking?"

"A thousand things, and nothing at all," he moaned. "Mostly, that I can't believe how lucky I am to have a sister like you...a beautiful girl like you. This is even more amazing than my first time with Lisa...because this is with you." Suddenly his eyes opened wide. "You're the one I love, and this is what I want."

"Will you share me with her, and with Mom?" I asked, panting for him to fuck me harder.

"They will have to be willing to share. Dawn, I have to have you."

"I'm sure it won't be a problem, baby. Mom wants us both, and so does Lisa." Twisting my hips, I squeezed him with my pussy. "I can't give this up now any more than you can. God, when you first started getting hard-ons from looking at my ass, I wish you would've pressed your erections into me too, instead of only doing it to Mom. If you would have ever done that to me during a movie, I would've pulled my panties aside and let you put it inside me. I would've been dying for you to fuck me, and it wouldn't have mattered whether or not Mom and Dad were there. I know we would have found a way."

He drove really hard into me, and I moaned, "Mmmmm...keep fucking me...your cock feels amazing...." Panting as I rode him, I continued, "God, if only I'd known. We could've been fucking our brains out every day, morning, noon and night...in our bedrooms...in the pool...on the living room floor as we all watched TV...in the back seat of the car anytime Mom was driving...everywhere at school...." Moaning again, I leaned down to devour his lips. We kissed like crazy, with a passion that set my soul on fire. Finally we were making love, our hearts wildly pounding together, our eyes locked in desperation. We couldn't get enough of each other; his thick cock fucking me was a more perfect feeling than anything I had ever imagined.

I was so happy, I began to cry. Noticing my tears, he immediately pulled back, and I shouted, "No! Don't stop!" When I felt his body tensing, I slid my tongue all the way into his mouth, wanting us to be fully joined the first time my beautiful baby brother came deep inside my pussy.

"Oh, god...god...Dawn!!" he roared, his entire body going rigid. His face took on an expression of incredible anguish, the tendons in his neck becoming steel cords, and I let loose the loudest scream of my life when his pounding cock erupted inside me. I was instantly filled with such a huge flood of liquid warmth that it felt like a water balloon had burst inside my pussy!

Having no idea what I was doing, I just thrashed away, screaming in his lap. I somehow managed to uncouple us, only to land with his cock driving straight into my little asshole, and I let out an unholy shriek. "YES!!" I cried, forcing myself down onto his incredibly hot, thick shaft. Taking him all the way, I threw my arms around his neck while frantically kissing him. "Do it! Take my ass!" I shouted, dying again over the feeling of his pulsing cock firing jet after jet of burning cum deep inside my very core. When he was finally done cumming, I started hopping up and down in his lap, thrusting my hips into the air to create space before howling like a bitch in heat with each wonderfully painful descent.

During one frenzied lifting motion I went too far, and he popped out. He quickly grabbed me and spun me around, positioning me between his legs to face the audience. When he slammed his cock right back into my ass, god, I cried out in sheer victory. He tugged on my hips, and I fell against him with my ass still impaled on his massive dick, my legs spread wide. Grasping the backs of my thighs, he pulled my knees up to my breasts. Spreading me all the way open, he lewdly exposed me to the audience while frantically driving his powerful shaft in and out of my tight asshole, making me scream, "Yes! Fuck that slutty ass!"

I laughed to myself then, thinking, 'I sound just like Lisa!'

I was thrashing and shrieking like crazy, just going out of my mind with wild exultation, when suddenly I felt mouths on my pussy. Looking down, I saw Lana and Niki hungrily lapping at my slit and swapping our cum back and forth as they kissed. Niki pulled Paul's cock out of my ass and sucked it like it was the last cock on earth before offering it to Lana, who greedily accepted. While Lana sucked my brother's gorgeous dick, Niki stood and gave me a hot kiss, letting our combined cum flow into my mouth. After Lana had sucked Paul's enormous erection for a few moments and licked his cum from my ass, she stuffed his shining dick back inside my pussy.

"Mmmmm, yes," I moaned, loving Niki's cum cocktail to death even as I wished Lisa was the one sharing it with me, and I vowed to myself that one day soon she would.

Lana stood and joined our kiss, adding the cum from my ass to our three-way tongue battle. 

"Dawn, sweetheart, I'd say you're definitely no longer a virgin," grinned Niki, watching as Paul's thick cock kept pumping into my dripping wet pussy.

"Uh-huh...he's fucking me...oh god...so good...fucking me..." was all I could manage to moan, especially once Paul lifted me by my thighs and started tossing me around like a rag doll, spreading me open as he pounded into me again and again.

"You haven't cum for me yet, and until you cum on my cock I'll still consider you a virgin," hissed Paul in my ear, nipping at it while Niki and Lana sucked my breasts.

Pausing for a moment, Niki asked him, "Can you make her do that thing she made Lana do, you know, with the big gushing when she cums?"

Paul turned my head so he could see my face. "Can you? I don't think I've ever really seen you cum yet, have I?"

"Uh-uh...no..." I panted again. "You haven't...not a big one. Keep fucking me...ooh...and you will. I'm going to cum...cum so much...if you keep spreading me wide open like this...where everybody can see you going deep inside me!"

Niki grinned, "Will you gush like Lana? I just gotta see that again!"

"Hey! You told me to stop it when I was doing it, and now you want to see it again?" giggled Lana.

"Well, yeah! Shoot, I thought she was hurtin' you or something! Now that I know you loved it, and she meant to make you do it, you're darn right I wanna see it again! Dawn, darlin', can you squirt that stuff for us too?"

Apparently Paul really wanted to hear the answer to that one, since he actually slowed down for a moment. We sort of grinned at each other, then I said, "I don't know, baby, I only squirt a little. Trish is the big gusher. It shoots out of her like crazy, and mine have never gone anywhere near that far. Is that what you want?"

Despite the fact that I was getting royally fucked on stage in a strip club, I had to laugh at myself. 'Is that what he wants? Duh, Dawn!'

Paul, though, he didn't miss a beat. "Oh yeah! I want to feel it when you do that!"

"I can't believe we're talking about this right now!" I giggled. "Even if I could gush like that, it won't shoot the way you want it to, not if you stay inside me. To see it really gush you have to pull out, like I pulled out of Lana."

"I don't want to pull out! I want to feel you cum on me!" he moaned.

"I don't want you to pull out either! Stay inside me, all the way! I want you inside me when I cum!" I panted, moaning as my gorgeous brother went back to fucking my brains out.

Niki and Lana each took one of my legs, and along with Paul lifting me by my ass all three of them began to fuck me up and down his cock, the girls laughing and shouting encouragements as they helped Paul drill me. The more they did it, and the more I shrieked each time they impaled me, the more they cried out for me to cum.

Finally I could feel it rising inside me, and I hissed, "Harder! Faster!" With Lana slapping my clit, I felt my explosion rocking through me. "Yes!! Yes!!" I shouted, completely out of control. 

I was too busy cumming to notice what was happening, at least until Lana exclaimed, "She's gushing! She's gushing!" I looked down, and sure enough, clear cum was gushing out around Paul's driving cock. It wasn't cleanly arcing, it was just making a wild mess, but I was definitely splattering her hand and Paul's heavy balls with my orgasm.

When I saw them all watching my pussy instead of fucking me, I moaned, "Don't stop!" As if breaking out of a trance, Niki and Lana quickly snapped to attention and resumed lifting and dropping me, fucking me again and again. "Harder! Give me more cum!" I panted, leaning back to kiss Paul while the girls slammed my pussy up and down what felt like a foot-wide flagpole!

Moments later Niki squealed with joy when she saw Paul's cum foaming up around his shaft, which was still pounding away deep inside me. I already knew, having felt his dam burst inside me again, but Niki shouted, "He's cumming! It's coming right out of her!"

Paul's whole body trembled as he held me against his chest, and together we rocked ourselves through our shattering orgasms. He stayed inside me, tightly hugging me as my pussy embraced his wonderful cock. I didn't think I would ever want to let him go, and while kissing his neck I told him so. "You know this is where you should always be, baby. You belong deep inside my pussy, letting me love you," I purred.

"I just hope you think this one counts as The Lisa Treatment, 'cause I'm officially counting it," he grinned, kissing me happily.

"Mmmmmm...oh yes, this one definitely counts. I'm no virgin anymore, and it was everything I dreamed it would be. You're an awesome lover, just like Lisa says." With a wobbly grin, I cooed, "Are you going to fuck me five times tonight too, and four more tomorrow? Please?" Then I leaned up to whisper in his mouth, "Mom was right. God, was she right. No wonder she loves to fuck you so much. You have an amazing cock, little brother. It feels incredible when you cum...and cum...and cum! Baby, it's just like she told you. The way you make love to me, I really do feel like a beautiful princess."

"Anything for my two beautiful princesses. You know I love you both like crazy," he smiled, kissing me on the lips.

I didn't know whether Lana or Niki had heard all that, nor did I really care anymore. Paul seemed truly happy as he held me in his arms, and that was all that mattered to me. Just seeing him that way made my heart soar.

We held each other until the girls lifted me away, Lana taking my hand to pull me backstage. "Honey, before you start in on your table dances, let's get you cleaned up a bit," she grinned, draping a comforting arm around my shoulders.

As we walked off the stage together, the last thing I saw was Niki sucking Paul's cock again.

No, that isn't entirely true. I also saw the look on Paul's face as he watched Lana lead me away. His expression was saying that he didn't want me to go. Rather than appearing pleased by the awesome blowjob he was receiving, he seemed unhappy, almost...sad. 

~ ~ ~

I was all alone in the dressing room. Lana had taken off, saying she would be right back with towels, washcloths, and something to drink. With time to think about everything, I found myself becoming worried over Paul's reaction. Something wasn't sitting right with me, and his unhappy expression only added to my growing feeling of disquiet.

My Blackberry beeped in my purse. Pulling it out, I saw that I had a message from Lisa.

Oh, god...Lisa.

I sensed the gathering thunder clouds of my darkening mood, a hazy somber feeling that cleared into stark focus when I read her message...

Hope you're having a magical first time with our beautiful boy. I wish I could be there with you! Please take care of him, like only his sexy, gorgeous, wonderful sister can. He loves you like crazy, you know, and I made him give me his word that he would totally fuck your brains out the entire trip, just the way you want. I sure didn't have to twist his arm either, especially since you're the only other girl he's allowed to have sex with!

:-)

I already miss you two. Can't wait to see you again. When Paul comes back, I'm going to tell him that I love him! I hope he loves me too! Baby, I love you both...today, tomorrow, and forever.

Lisa

She'd also sent me a few pictures. One was of the three of us wrestling together on the couch. I was trying to hold Paul's arms down, and he was laughing. God, he looked so happy. Lisa was on my back tickling me, and we were both laughing too. Trish took that one. The next picture was a shot of Lisa and Paul in bed. Lisa was beaming like an angel as she lay in his arms beneath the covers, her head on his chest. She looked supremely happy...and heartbreakingly beautiful. Paul had major bed-head. He looked totally goofy, and just as serene as could be.

That one gave me a serious lump in my throat. I couldn't help but recall the sunlit morning following their first night together in bed, when I'd snuck into Paul's room to take their picture. As I snapped off shot after shot of them snuggling so sweetly, a bashful Lisa threw her pillow at me before collapsing in a giggling fit onto his chest.

She was truly the most beautiful girl in the world that morning.

The next picture, though, that one really did me in. I started crying, and couldn't stop.

It was a picture of me and Paul holding hands as we sat together on the couch watching a movie. Lisa had taken it without our knowing, showing it to me in the bathroom the next morning. While Paul slept, she and I had been having warm, wonderful sex in the tub. Touching and kissing, splashing, laughing and simply being silly, we were just two girls in love.

When we'd finished making out and fucking, she told me to stay put. Naked and soapy, she ran giggling out of the bathroom, returning a few moments later with my camera. Climbing back into the tub, she curled up in my arms and gave me a tender kiss. "Baby, I want you to see these..." she said, showing me a series of pictures she'd taken over those past two days - pictures of me and Paul together. We never even knew she'd been taking them, the little sneak! Each one showed us sharing some small, quiet moment together, and we were always touching. Either we were holding hands, or I had my fingertips on his chest, or his arm was around my waist, but in every picture...we were touching.

"You and Paul are in love," she said that morning in the bathtub, her eyes filled with tears. The thing is, she wasn't the least bit jealous, angry or sad. No, it was quite the opposite. Hers were happy tears. "You two together are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I adore how you're so close...so deeply in love. You should be in love, and I hope it lasts forever," she whispered, caressing my face.

Sitting alone backstage at the club, I was wracked with sobs when I recalled the last thing she said to me that morning. "Please, let me share in your love. Share him with me, and share yourself with me. I promise, I will never try to come between you and your brother. Just let me be with you." She scrolled forward to a half-dozen shots of the three of us together. While some were playful wrestling pictures, others captured gentle moments of her and Paul snuggling with me beneath a blanket on the living room floor. In each one, we were all so happy. Turning in my arms, she looked into my eyes and whispered, "Like this...the three of us as lovers. It's magic, Dawn."

'God, what am I doing here?!' I silently screamed to myself in that dressing room.

When Lana finally returned, she found me curled up in a ball on the floor, holding myself and crying. Dropping what she was carrying, she rushed to my side. "Baby, what is it? Are you okay? What happened?" she blurted out, rapid-fire.

I handed her my Blackberry, showing her what Lisa had sent me. After reading the message and scrolling through the pictures, she put her arms around me, hugging me close. As I sobbed into her chest, she whispered, "So he is your brother. God, I thought so all along. You two look so much alike...and what you said to him out there, you know, about your mother...."

Nodding, I kept my head buried in her chest, and she gently drew my chin up to look into my eyes. "Shhhh...sweetheart, it's okay. I'm not judging you. Honey, what you two have together is beautiful beyond words. I promise, I'm not judging you."

When I finally returned her gaze, she caressed my cheek. Cupping my face with both hands, she stared right through me. "Baby, you don't want to do any of those other things we talked about anymore, do you?"

That's when it all came pouring out of me.

"No, I don't! I just want to be with Paul! I don't want to be with any other men tonight, and I don't want him fucking any other girls! God, I'm such an idiot! How could I even think of doing that to Lisa? Lana, we have to stop them before Niki fucks him! Paul doesn't want to! I saw it in his face! Oh my god, how can I do this to Lisa? She loves him! She's trusting me to protect him, and I'm the only other girl he's supposed to be with! Just me!" I cried, babbling away like a lunatic.




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 07



Here we are, nearly four years later, and it’s time to finish this story. To my patient readers, I sincerely apologize for the overlong wait. All I can offer by way of explanation is that with real life having taken its toll, only now am I willing and/or able to push ahead and drive this thing home.

(Note: Thanks again to EldridgeinOO and annanova for your greatly appreciated editing assistance. More importantly, thank you for sticking by me through all these dark times. You will probably never know how much it means to me. You two obviously have the patience of saints, and I will always love you for it.)

While I had expected to conclude “Everyone Loves My Ass” with just one more chapter, I can see now that nope, it’s simply not going to happen. There will definitely be a chapter eight, and probably a chapter nine, as well.

And yes, next up after I finish this one will be the even more long-overdue continuation of the “Summer” saga.

Oh well. Better late than never, right?

Anyway, on with the show….

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‘God, I can’t believe I’m doing this. Trish and Michelle will absolutely die laughing when I tell them about it,’ I thought, giggling to myself while playfully wiggling my bikini-clad bottom for the flashing cameras amid the sunrise gloaming of Zuma Beach.

Sure enough, a few hours later my phone was blowing up with texts…

So you’re not just a model now, but an ASS model? How perfect is that?! LOL!

That was Michelle’s response, and of course Trish had to chip in her two cents…

I knew you’d make us proud, baby. There was no way Hollywood wasn’t going to notice that amazing ass of yours. I’m just wondering why it took so long. What was it again, a whole twenty minutes into your first day in L.A. before that Laura woman spotted you? Slacker! ~snerk~

Lisa’s was classic…

After what Paul did to it in that crazy strip club, I’m surprised you even have any ass left to show off! Then again, this is you we’re talking about here. Once he was finished, you and your wicked bottom probably just laughed and said, “More, please!”

A moment later, she sent another one…

Seriously, though, be careful out there. Keep your head on straight, and always remember why you went to California. I know you’re going to have a blast with this modeling thing, but don’t let it sidetrack you. School has to come first.

Then another…

That doesn’t mean I won’t still be expecting you to send me tons of sexy pictures from your first professional photo shoot! Come on, I need a new screensaver!

Trish wasn’t exaggerating. I really had been in town only twenty minutes or so before “that Laura woman” approached me on the beach and introduced herself.

During our drive through Arizona on our way to California, Paul and I had made an agreement that the very first thing we were going to do upon arriving in L.A. was hit the beach. Since the Santa Monica Pier represents the end of the famous Route 66, we decided that that would be our initial destination. Neither of us had ever seen an actual ocean in real life, so the moment we set foot on the warm sand we grinned at each other and started stripping off our clothes while racing down to the water. I had on my usual ‘scandalous’ see-through bikini and Paul was sporting a new pair of board shorts that Mom had bought him just for the trip, and with triumphant whoops of joy we dove headlong together into the rolling surf.

Yes! We’d done it! Paul and I were finally in L.A., laughing and frolicking in the ocean at Santa Monica Beach!

Pausing to catch our breath in the waist-high waves, we shook our heads in amazement and again exchanged excited grins. Honestly, I don’t think either of us could believe we were really there. Stepping into his arms, I gave him the biggest, longest hug ever, whispering to him, “I am so glad you’re here with me. This just wouldn’t be the same without you. Thank you, baby...thank you so much.” Nuzzling his neck, I enjoyed the slightly salty tang. “Mmmm, you taste so good. I love my awesome baby brother.”

He lifted me by my ass, pulling me up until I had my legs wrapped around his hips. As I gazed into his wondrous eyes I felt his erection pressing against my pussy, and he offered me a guilty smile. “Dawn, you have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now.”

“Mmmmmm…I think I do…” I moaned, grinding my pussy up and down his enormous shaft. “And no one’s stopping you. If you want me, just take me.”

“But what about….” He gestured with a furtive glance to the others nearby. Since it was approaching sunset, there really weren’t very many people around. Still, it wasn’t as if we had the beach all to ourselves, either.

“Don’t worry about them,” I whispered, reaching down to undo his shorts. “I told you, when we’re together, nothing else matters. We’re free here.”

Needing no further encouragement, seconds later he was thrusting deep inside me. There in the shallow surf, oblivious to our surroundings, we made love with wild abandon; crying out as one, we drove against each other in utter bliss, and it wasn’t until we erupted in a perfect shared climax and I was panting in his arms in the sweet afterglow that I noticed the two young guys at the water’s edge applauding our performance.

I couldn’t help but laugh, and I gave them a happy little wave.

Being the goofball gentleman that he is, Paul carried me in his arms back up the sand to where we’d left our towels. With comically overdone chivalry he set me down and arranged everything just so before joining me by my side to enjoy the spectacular sight of the sun setting on the shimmering horizon.

Lying together on our stomachs, we said hello to a woman who was walking her golden retriever along the beach only a few feet from our little spot. She smiled and waggled two fingers back to us in greeting, then she sort of paused before stopping to slide her Ray-Bans up onto the top of her head. With her gorgeous dog heeling patiently at her side, she reached into her coat pocket to fish out a treat for him, which he eagerly inhaled in a single gulp.

All the while, she never stopped smiling at us.

“He’s awesome. What’s his name?” asked Paul, sitting up on his elbows.

She brought him over to us. “Allow me to introduce you to MacAllister, the most amorous goldie you may ever have the memorable misfortune to meet.”

Sure enough, when Paul offered him his fingers to sniff, MacAllister started licking his entire hand, wrist and forearm. As the woman stood there beaming, MacAllister turned his attentions to me and licked all over my face. Trying to endure his wet, tongue-lapping kisses, of course I was laughing and rolling around to protect myself, which he interpreted as an obvious sign that it was time to mate. The next thing I knew, he was straddling my bouncing bottom and just merrily humping away at me, making me laugh even more. Laughing right along with me, the embarrassed woman gave his leash a sharp tug accompanied by a mirthful shout. “MacAllister! No!”

MacAllister immediately returned to heel, and she just shook her head at him before turning back to us with a sheepish grin. “I’m really sorry about that. Even for him, that was a bit much. I’ve never seen him go that crazy on someone before.”

Paul sat up to give him a friendly skritch between the ears. “He’s a guy. What do you expect?”

Guffawing, I smacked him on the shoulder. “So?! Are you saying all guys should just automatically start humping me the second they meet me?”

Still skritching MacAllister, he grinned. “Only the lucky ones.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “You are horrible...just absolutely horrible. God, you’re as bad as he is. Maybe we should get you neutered.”

Kneeling, the smiling woman offered me her hand. “I think he’s still a bit young for that, don’t you? By the way, I’m Laura.”

“I’m Dawn, and this is my boyfriend Paul,” I said, shooting Paul a mischievous smirk. “And yes, I suppose you’re right. It’s probably too soon to have him snipped. But you never know….”

“Oh, I’d imagine you would definitely prefer him to remain intact for a good long while still,” answered Laura, with a knowing smile. “Anyway, I was about to head over to the snack stand to grab something to drink. Would you like to join me?”

“You two can go. I want to kick back here and watch this killer sunset,” said Paul.

“May I get you anything?” Laura asked, and I noticed that she seemed pleased that Paul had declined her offer to join us.

“Nah, I’m fine, thanks,” he said, rolling back onto his stomach.

“Shall we?” Holding out her hand, Laura helped me up, and with MacAllister leading the way, we headed over to the snack bar.

She insisted on paying for my lemonade, and as we stood together sipping our drinks and admiring the view of the sun setting over the ocean she said, “That’s quite a bikini you have on there.”

Grinning, I did a sassy pirouette for her. “So I hear,” I answered with a small giggle. “Everyone seems to love this old thing.”

“I can certainly see why. It looks absolutely lovely on you.”

She was smiling as she checked me out, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that she liked what she saw. Clearly trying to be subtle about it, she was nevertheless biting the tip of her straw while studying every inch of my body. In particular, I heard her sharp intake of breath when I turned away from her.

‘Here we go again,’ I thought, chuckling to myself.

She seemed to be debating whether to say whatever it was she was thinking, and I took that opportunity to return the favor and check her out. She was probably about forty or so, and definitely in great shape. With her perfect make-up, her stylish ‘casual beachwear’ outfit, her flawless tan and carefully streaked blonde hair, she looked like one of those Beverly Hills housewives who are always on TV. That impression was solidified in my mind when she pulled out a key fob and chirped her car. The lights of a white Mercedes-Benz parked twenty yards away lit up, and she walked over to it. Opening the door, she leaned in and grabbed something before returning to our little spot at the snack stand.

After another short pause, she handed me a business card. “Dawn, I’m going to be in town for the next few days, and I want you to call me.”

“‘L.A. Models,’” I said, reading the card. “‘Laura Fontaine, Project Director, Exclusive Artists Management.’”

“A silly title, if you ask me. I’m really just a glorified photographer. And that’s where you come in. Dawn, I would like you to consider modeling for me.” 

Okay, I wasn’t expecting that. If anything, I thought she was maybe going to hit on me. I’m sure she must have recognized my look of surprise because she continued, “I work for one of the largest modeling agencies in the country, and perhaps my favorite part of the job is discovering new talent. Along with my partner Jonathan, we’ve probably done over a thousand photo shoots encompassing all manner of projects: haute couture runway pieces; glitzy red carpet affairs; glossy high-fashion magazine covers; swimsuit and lingerie catalogues; art exposés…you name it. Anything involving the proper presentation of beautiful women, that’s our bailiwick.

“While I’m sure you must have heard this before, I’m telling you straight-up, as a professional who has shot literally thousands of beautiful women, you are truly something special. The camera will love you. It will absolutely worship you. With your figure, I can easily see you working in very short order with Jule Campbell on a Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue.”

She paused once again, giving me a moment to let that all sink in.

“Dawn, do you live here in L.A.?”

“Umm, sort of. I’m about to start classes at UCLA, so I’ll pretty much be living here. Well, at least during the school year, anyway. To be honest, this is actually my first day in L.A. We just got here. We haven’t even found a place to stay yet. Before we did anything else, we wanted to see the ocean.”

“If you don’t mind my asking, where are you from? You make it sound like you’re new to California.”

“We are. I mean, Paul and I. We just drove all the way from Kansas. That’s where we live, in Lawrence. Our parents work at KU.”

Realizing that I was getting in way over my head, I took a leap of faith….

“Laura, I have a confession to make. Paul isn’t my boyfriend. He’s—”

“Oh, he’s not?” she asked, smiling sweetly.

“No, he’s not. He’s my baby brother. We decided to have him come along on this trip to keep me safe. Mom wouldn’t let me go by myself.”

After a quick pause, I said, “Laura, excuse me for just a minute. I’ll be right back.”

I went over to Paul, who right away started teasing me. “Uh-oh, don’t look now, but I think someone is smitten by ‘the girl with the most perfect, awesome, spankable ass ever!’ Does my hot older sister already have another new admirer?”

Dropping onto my stomach beside him, I said, “Paul, that’s just it. She knows we’re brother and sister. That’s what I came here to tell you.”

“She knows? How?”

“Because I told her. I don’t know why, but I just blurted it out. I told her that you’re my brother, but she doesn’t know anything about us being lovers.”

“Are you sure? What if she saw us in the water?”

“No, I guess I’m not one hundred percent positive, but I’m pretty sure. I didn’t see her anywhere on the beach until we were already back here on our towels. She would be kind of hard to miss, especially with MacAllister. I think we’re fine.”

“Okay, so now what?”

“Yeah, see, that’s the other thing. Paul, you won’t believe this. She offered me a job.”

“A job? Doing what? She doesn’t even know you.”

“I know, but check it out. She’s a photographer for some big modeling agency, and she wants me to model for her!”

Paul’s expression immediately darkened. “What kind of modeling? Is this just some porn thing?”

I sat there blinking for a second. I honestly hadn’t even considered that possibility. Now that he’d brought it up, though, yep, maybe that’s all any of it was about. On the one hand I thought it kind of oogey, but then I actually laughed. I mean, how cliché, right? ‘Find some pretty girl straight off the bus from Small Town, USA, and trick her into doing porn.’

Besides, come on, the idea of me doing porn? Puh-leeaze.

Now that would really make Trish and Michelle laugh.

Anyway, no, I didn’t get any sort of skeezy vibe like that from Laura, and that’s what I told Paul. “Nope, I think this is for real. The way she describes it, she does all kinds of stuff. Look. Here’s her card.”

Once he’d read it, he started flipping the card round and round between his fingers while staring off blankly into the distance. He always did that whenever he was thinking about something, and finally he turned to me. “So what sort of modeling does she want you to do for her?”

“You know, she didn’t actually say. The only thing she mentioned was something about working with a woman named Jule for Sports Illustrated. She said she could picture me doing that. You know what? You should come with me to talk to her.”

“Definitely,” he said, jumping right up. “I want to see what this is really all about. Let’s go.”

I led Paul over to the snack bar, where Laura was sitting at a table texting someone. Hitting one last button before clicking off her phone, she looked up at us with another pleased smile. “Well hello again, handsome. I trust that you and your sister had an interesting little chat? So, okay, what do you think?”

I could tell that Paul wasn’t quite sure what to make of her. His initial reaction upon meeting her on the beach had of course been nothing but positive. She seemed perfectly normal, and as friendly as can be. Now, though, his brotherly instinct had kicked in. He was all about protecting his sister.

Choosing his words carefully, he answered in his best Dad-like ‘reasonable’ tone. “Well, what sort of modeling would she be doing? She said that you pretty much do a little bit of everything, but she’s just a nice girl who’s getting ready for her first semester of college. She’s here to go to school.” Apparently deciding that he needed to lay down the law right up front, he added, “Dawn is not going to do any crazy porn stuff, if that’s what you have in mind.”

Laura actually laughed! “Oh, god no. Porn? Is that what you’re worried about?” She turned to MacAllister and gave him an affectionate pat on the snout. “Did you hear that, boy? I guess we don’t look as trustworthy as I thought!” Then she turned back to us. “Let me assure you that no, my agency does not deal in porn, nor do I on any individual basis. I will say, however, that with Dawn’s incredible body I think she would be ideal for figure modeling, at least to start. As beautiful as she is and as tall and fit as she is, I have no doubt that she will be highly sought after by the various fashion houses of Paris, Milan and New York, but for now I’m thinking more along the lines of getting her feet wet with a few swimsuit and fitness-wear projects, and we’ll go from there.”

And that’s how I came to be thrusting my ass out in a skimpy bikini at the crack of dawn on Zuma Beach for Laura’s and Jonathan’s flashing cameras. After talking things through with her over a lengthy dinner that first night in Santa Monica, Paul and I agreed that she was on the up-and-up, and she arranged for me to take some basic test shots at a studio in Century City. From there I was brought in to meet a dizzying number of her associates at the agency, and the Saturday morning date for my initial shoot in Malibu was set.

Laura had explained to me that while she would normally be the only photographer on hand for her assignments, her partner Jonathan was also going to be there for that first Malibu shoot. Apparently her shots were going to be for some new bikini company, while Jonathan’s would be more specifically about me. Between the two, it made for a hella long morning and just a bazillion outfit changes. 

One thing for certain was that by the time we took a break around ten o’clock, and I started texting back and forth with the girls back home, wooo, everyone on that beach had seen me naked! I’m talking not just Laura and Jonathan and the lighting guys with their big umbrella thingies, but also the “gofers” who always magically appeared whenever it was time for me to strip down and slip into another bikini or one of Jonathan’s sexy little numbers. Despite the early hour, there were already quite a few people walking the beach, and they seemingly all just had to make their way over to our rocky cove where Laura had decided to do the shoot.

“Just get used to it, honey. Once the bright lights come out, it’s like moths to a flame,” she said, taking me aside during a short break. We were laughing together about this one guy with a metal detector who, for some strange reason, seemed absolutely convinced that the patch of sand immediately surrounding our little photo-shoot area was where he would have the best luck in locating buried treasures.

“We call him ‘The Hoverer.’ He’s one of our regulars here. I have to say, though, I’ve never seen him be so obvious about it. I think he really fancies you!” she giggled.

Like a lot of people, I suppose, I had always assumed that most of the guys who work on these sorts of film crews must be gay. Hanging around so many gorgeous young models, come on, what straight guy wouldn’t lose his mind, right? Well, my crew definitely liked girls! Besides the fact that on more than one occasion Jonathan paused to adjust his obvious hard-on in his thin white pants, at least two of the lighting guys were sporting erections in their cargo shorts nearly the entire shoot. It was really apparent during Jonathan’s set, since he had me doing all kinds of sexy poses in these awesome sheer chiffon wraps and things. It was pretty much like one of those Playboy shoots, only I was never totally naked.




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 07



Almost, though! At one point he did have me completely naked, holding a gauzy white scarf over my body as I leaned against the rocks with the surf crashing all around me. That thing was absolutely see-through anyway, and with the constant spray from the churning waves plastering it to my bare skin I may as well have been posing there fully nude.

Once that set was finished, one of the gofers offered me a blanket to use as a cover-up while Jonathan and Laura scrolled through our first few series of pictures. I think the poor guy was a bit stunned when I declined his offer. The thing was, I had already spent so much time naked in front of everyone that I decided it was kind of silly to keep covering up between sets. I mean, what was the point?

Besides, it’s not as if I didn’t love being naked on the beach! God, it felt so amazing, and I was coming to love it more and more every time I caught another ‘innocent’ passerby sneakily snapping off cellphone pictures of me. Probably my favorite thing, though, was when Jonathan would have his helpers oil me up, making my skin glisten in the early morning sunlight. I would just stand there grinning while these two hot young guys smoothed down my legs and ass, even going right into my crack. All I had to do was wiggle my bottom a little and they would keep their hands right there…lingering.

Mmmmmm.

Paul had insisted on attending that first shoot, and Laura had no problem with it. In fact, she encouraged him to come along. Graciously acknowledging his concern for my safety, she wanted him to see for himself that he had no reason to worry. As far as she was concerned, he was more than welcome to witness firsthand what it was all about.

Having finished my texting session with the girls, I was lying naked on my stomach atop a beach towel with Paul sitting beside me in a small fold-up chair when my phone went bonkers again, this time ringing instead of buzzing.

“Uh-oh! Mom’s calling!” he said, rubbing his hands together in evil glee.

“Big whoop. She already knows, Mister Smarty Pants. I told her last night.” I stuck my tongue out at him, making him laugh.

All throughout our trip I had called Mom every night to let her know we were okay, and often as not I also ended up talking with Dad. He always seemed to want to know about the logistics of everything. What sort of room were we staying in? How was the car holding up? Were there any problems signing in and paying at the front desk? Mom on the other hand seemed far more interested in hearing about what we were doing. Did Paul and I have a proper dinner? Did any strangers follow us anywhere? Were we having fun together?

That was her biggest thing, and her most frequent question. She always wanted to hear all the details about what he and I had done together, and I told her everything.

Of course she was absolutely blown away by our wild night at Tank’s place.

“Oh my god! You two had sex on stage?! That’s what you finally decided to do for your first time together…have an orgy in a strip club?” she exclaimed, laughing right into the phone. Once she’d calmed down a bit, she added, “I must say, I definitely have to hand it to you. That was a proper Lisa Treatment. And why am I not surprised? You never did do anything in half-measures.”

I explained to her that no, it wasn’t a full-on orgy. I mean, come on, not counting what I did with Lana, Niki and that one scaredy-cat waitress, I only had actual sex with Paul, and he only had sex with me. Blowjobs and girl-girl sex wasn’t really an ‘orgy,’ was it?

She agreed that no, it really wasn’t, but she couldn’t stop giggling over my description of how deliriously happy I was when Paul filled first my pussy then my ass with his patented huge loads of cum.

“I keep telling you, sweetie…like mother, like daughter. I knew you would love it in your ass. Doesn’t it feel amazing?”

God, I adore her. She is totally beyond awesome.

Anyway, as I was lying there talking to Mom, I could tell that Paul thought the whole situation fairly hilarious. Every couple of minutes those same two gofer dudes would come by, asking whether they could get me anything. It was obvious that all they were doing was looking for any excuse to keep perving over me, and Paul was totally egging them on.

“You guys should probably rub some more oil on her. It looks like it’s starting to wear off….

“Hey, you missed a spot….

“Dawn, why don’t you go ahead and roll over now. They need to do your front, too….”

I was trying not to laugh, especially when he’d hit them with, “Hey, you missed a spot. Yep, right there….” He kept saying that each time they ran their hands deep into my bare split, and of course they would dutifully stroke right over my tingly asshole and shining wet pussy lips.

Quite the dedicated professionals, they were nothing if not downright meticulous in doing their job!

Yes, ha ha, it was really funny and all; still, it was turning me on like crazy, and Paul knew it. In a sort of reverse deal compared to what he had me do to poor Tony in the strip club, this time I was the one being tortured. Mom could hear Paul doling out suggestions, and she asked me to hand him the phone.

I heard her say something to him, and he responded, “Yes, baby oil. It makes her skin look awesome when the light hits it just right. This Jonathan guy, the photographer, he loves it.”

She said something else, followed by a cute giggle.

“Absolutely!” he answered. “Yep, front and back…. Yeah, there too, without a doubt…. I know! It couldn’t be more perfect, right?” Whatever she said next, it made them both laugh. “Okay, I will…” he continued, and with a sly grin he glanced at my ass and motioned with his eyes for me to pooch it up a bit higher for my two horny helpers. Obviously Mom had sussed out the situation and couldn’t resist joining him in mischief, feeding him instructions which he was more than happy to pass along.

Not that I really needed to fake anything since I was already seriously turned on anyway, but I started hamming it up a little, pressing my ass into their hands while grinding my hips like a total nympho. I was basically just writhing there on my stomach, encouraging my eager cabana boys to help themselves to every inch of my sexy naked bottom.

Grinning to myself, I had a pretty good idea that that’s exactly what Mom would do. Given such a perfect opportunity to flirt, she would take full advantage of it, and I knew she wanted me to enjoy those moments just as much as she does.

During one pass through my moist slit the guy kneeling to my right dipped a finger into my pussy, making me bite my bottom lip. Paul saw my eyes light up, and he could barely keep from laughing. When I was on my back it was just as bad, particularly when they took turns alternating between my bare breasts, slippery thighs and wet pussy, swapping places each time their hands met at my stomach. As slick as they were in all their movements, it was obvious that they’d definitely had a lot of practice. Working smoothly in tandem, they clearly knew what they were doing.

Handing me back the phone, a grinning Paul shook his head at the guys. “You two actually get paid to do this? Man, where can I get a job like that?”

“Yeah, well, a lot of these girls are nowhere near as cool with this as your sister is…” said the taller one, who was casually squeezing my breasts. Sure, he was also working the baby oil in all over my arms and shoulders, but he was mainly just fondling my breasts. It seemed his favorite trick was to tease my nipples to full erection by brushing them again and again with his circling palms. Man, was he ever good at that.

“No doubt,” added his partner, continuing to stroke up and down and very often directly between my partially spread legs. “We usually get stuck with some lame princess-type who just always has to feign all kinds of righteous indignation the second any of us lay our hands on her. Don’t get me wrong, this is still an awesome gig even then, but it’s so much better when we get someone who’s as chill as your sister has been this whole shoot.”

“Yeah, I think you’re fine there,” said Paul, giving me a snarky grin. “I highly doubt that you guys are ever going to have a problem when it comes to Dawn letting you play with her ass.”

“Jesus, Paul!” Mom exclaimed from fifteen hundred miles away, and we both laughed. “Did he really just say that? Tell your brother that his mother still isn’t above putting him over her knee and teaching him some manners!”

Looking up sweetly at Paul, I showed him the phone. “Mom says that if you keep talking like that about your wonderful sister, she’s going to spank your little bottom the next time she sees you.”

“Talking like what?” he asked, grinning cheekily. “It’s true, isn’t it? I mean, come on now.”

God, was he having a blast. Of course he was right, which was hardly news to Mom. “Baby, he’s got you there. Don’t even try to deny that you’re loving this. We all know better,” she teased, a sunny smile evident in her voice.

“Yeah, okay, fine, as if Samantha the Super MILF has any room to talk! Paul told me about your naked Movie Night with the boys. You thought you could just slip that one by me, didn’t you? Busted!” I teased right back, then I said to Paul, “For what it’s worth, Mom agrees with you. That doesn’t mean you aren’t still a big fat jerk for saying it, though. You’re definitely going to pay for that one, mister.”

Rolling back onto my stomach, I returned to my conversation with Mom, and my two guys reluctantly took off when Jonathan called them over to help with the next set-up. First things first, Mom told me how delighted she was to know that I was already having so much fun in California. She was genuinely thrilled to hear about my every little adventure, and she was just as delighted to tell me about her own flirty escapades. She didn’t try to deny any of what Paul had told me about her night alone with him and his friends; in fact, she said that the moment Dad came home from his trip she filled him in on all the juicy details…well, except for the part about her having sex with Paul. On that score she had made a promise to her son, and she fully intended to keep her promise.

Otherwise, she knew that Dad would love hearing about her “naked night with the boys,” as she put it, and sure enough, she was right. “Baby, he thought it was the sexiest thing imaginable,” she said, almost in a whisper. Then she added, “And he hoped that I would do it again, perhaps with him there to help it along, although he also loved the idea of letting us play on our own.” She paused, and I heard her take a deep breath. “And we have…just the three of us. Dawn, even though you and Paul are away, of course Rick and Donny know that they’re always welcome to come over anytime they want.”

“They’re family,” I said. “There’s no reason they shouldn’t still hang out and go swimming or whatever. I mean, why not?”

“Exactly, and that’s what your father and I told them. Even so, I was pleasantly surprised when Donny called to ask if it would be okay for them to bring some movies over that evening. This was two days after you and your brother had left for California. I told him, ‘Don’t be silly. This is still your home. You both have house keys, and you don’t have to ask before coming over.’ When he mentioned bringing some pizza too, I let him know that that would be fine, but he only needed to order enough for the three of us since your father was leaving for a weekend golf trip with Dr. Carlisle.”

“Speaking of whom, my god, Mom, please make sure to thank Dr. Carlisle again for us. His house is just awesome. I can’t believe he’s letting us use it.”

“Remember, sweetie, it’s not permanent. This arrangement is only for the rest of the summer and probably your first semester. Still, yes, that was a wonderful stroke of good fortune. I take it that the Brentwood area is quite nice.”

“Nice? Christ, Mom, wait till you see the neighborhood we’re in. Everything is so green and beautiful, and we’re super close to the campus. It’s just perfect, all the way around. You definitely have to thank him for us. That was so incredible of him.”

“Oh, we have, and we certainly will again. I’m so glad that you like it. Just make sure to be extra nice to…what was her name again?”

“You mean Lucinda? Oh, don’t worry. She’s a doll. We already love her.”

“You mean you love having her pick up after you,” she said, laughing. “Dawn, try not to take advantage of her, okay? That goes for Paul, too.”

“Mom, she only comes by once a week to clean the house and drop off groceries. It’s not like she’ll be cooking for us and doing our laundry and stuff. Don’t worry, she’ll hardly know we’re there.

“Anyway, come on, get back to your story. I have a feeling this is going to be good!”

“Oh, I think you would have been quite proud of me. I did some serious flirting, and it was for the entire weekend. They spent all three nights here. What made it even spicier was the little talk that your father and I had just before he took off for his trip. Sweetie, have you ever heard of a hall pass?”

“Well, sure, we had those in school. It must mean something else then, right?”

“Yes, it does. It means that your significant other is giving you the freedom to do anything you want for a specified period of time, and that really does mean anything…including having sex with other people. Before he left, your father told me that as far as he was concerned I had a hall pass for that weekend with the boys. I think he was just having fun teasing me, since we had already discussed the possibilities of what might happen with Paul and his horny friends once I started wearing sexy things again around the house, and all that. Still, when I told him about our wild Movie Night, he let me know that he would have no problem with it if I wanted to take it further. He knew I would always tell him everything, and he really does love it when I come to him fully turned on after a night of playful flirting.

“So, in light of this, it certainly made for a much more interesting weekend, at least from my perspective. Obviously the boys were not aware that I had my husband’s semi-serious permission to go all the way with them. And see, here’s the thing. I knew I wouldn’t. It didn’t matter that your father had basically said I was free to do whatever I wanted. He’s done so before, and rarely have I ever taken him up on it. When I do fool around with other men, he’s usually right by my side.”

“You mean like those parties you go to with Dad and his friends. That’s when you always wear your hottest outfits. I swear, a lot of times you just look totally dressed for sex.”

“Yes, sweetie, sometimes when we go out I do like to play. More often than not, though, it’s all just harmless flirting. That’s what I knew would be the case in this instance, as well. I wasn’t going to let it go too far, even if I may have had my husband’s permission. Still, simply knowing that I could and that I always can, yes, it does make such evenings that much more exciting. Who’s to say that I might not surrender to temptation?”

“Like you finally did with Paul, that night in the kitchen.”

“That was a long time coming, but yes, like I finally did with Paul…and like you finally did with him, too. Honey, I was wondering when it would eventually happen between you two. I didn’t necessarily think that you would be each other’s first, but once you became aware of how you were affecting him and that knowledge only made you want to do it even more, I knew it was simply a matter of time. The truly wonderful thing to me is that you two are so deeply in love. Everything you do together comes from a beautiful place, and I couldn’t be happier for you.”

Sitting there watching and listening, Paul was probably getting the basic gist of the conversation, but at my mentioning of his name and our amazing night in the kitchen with Mom, followed by her lengthy response, he asked, “Okay, what are you two going on about now?”

“Oh, nothing much,” I said with a pointed smirk, making sure they could both hear me. “Mom was just getting ready to tell me about her latest sexy adventure. It seems that she had the house all to herself again while Dad was away on his golfing trip, and guess who decided to come over and keep her company for the entire weekend?”

“Plus half the day on Monday! We sure watched a lot of movies!” she added happily, her musical voice ringing nice and clear through the little speaker.

Grinning, Paul just shook his head. “Those little bastards….”

“Yep,” I said. “From what Mom was starting to say, it sounds like she treated Rick and Donny to the weekend of a lifetime.”

“I don’t know about a lifetime, but it probably made for a pretty fair summer.” There was Mom’s happy voice again. I had to say, she sounded quite pleased with herself.

“Okay, I definitely need to hear this. Put her on speakerphone already,” said Paul.

I hit the little ‘speaker’ icon and said, “Hi, Mom!”

Laughing sweetly, she answered, “Hi, Dawn! Hi, Paul! Okay, before I say another word, are you two by yourselves there?”

“Actually, the entire crew just showed up,” I answered. “That’s fine, though. I want them all to know what total pervs we Kansans are, so go right ahead. They won’t mind.”

With a look of sheer panic, Paul, a.k.a. Captain Gullible, shot a quick glance over his shoulder, the big doofus.

“Sharp as a marble, your baby boy,” I said teasingly, and a grinning Paul flipped me the bird. “Yes, Mom, Paul and I are the only ones here, so lay it on us.”

“I hope you bit their dicks off!” Paul shouted, making me laugh.

Mom laughed too. “No, not quite. At one point I definitely considered it, though. So, okay, I was telling your sister that she would probably be very proud of me for all the sexy fun I’ve been having with your two delightfully eager friends. They really are a couple of horny devils, especially when—”

“Now wait a minute,” interrupted Paul. “Why would Dawn be proud of you for flirting with my friends? She swears up and down that she has never gone out of her way to encourage you to act all sexy and stuff and drive us crazy. She’s always telling me that you started doing that entirely on your own, no daughterly pep talks necessary. Is my sweet, innocent sister fibbing again?”

Staring right through me, he had his arms folded across his chest while sporting the smuggest shit-eating grin ever.

No biggie. I had it covered. Returning his grin, I said, “Just because I’m totally proud of her for letting her hair down and having some fun again, that doesn’t mean I had to talk her into anything. Try again, Judge Judy.”

Mom burst out in applause. “Paul, I believe this is where you bow graciously to your clever sister and say, ‘Touché!’”

“Yeah, whatever….” Still grinning, he offered me this totally sarcastic doffing of some imaginary D’Artagnan hat while bowing ostentatiously before me.

“Mom,” I said, beaming at his comical display, “your son is an absolute dork, but he’s just so adorable.”

“I know,” she answered. “He really is adorkable, isn’t he?”

Oh my god, but did that make me laugh. “Did I just hear my mother say ‘adorkable’? That is absolutely awesome! Mom, where did you ever come up with that?”

Shaking his head, Paul smiled in resignation. “Hey, Dad says things like ‘cock block’ now, so why not?”

“Yeah, why not?” seconded Mom, pretending to be offended. “What, you think your mother doesn’t get cable?”

“Okay,” said Paul, “so just how much ‘sexy fun’ are we talking here? When I get back home, am I going to have to kill those two perverts?”

“I don’t know about killing them, and I probably wouldn’t go so far as to call them ‘perverts,’ but you’re right, when it comes to those two wanting to get me naked and play their sneaky games, god, they are just constantly hot to trot. I have never seen two boys who were so perpetually hard and always ready to go. I swear, Dawn, I don’t even think Paul is that nonstop horny. They’re like a couple of MILF-crazy satyrs!




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 07



“Oh, and by the way, that’s their term, not mine. When they think I can’t hear them, they love to go on and on about how I’m ‘such a hot MILF.’ Apparently that’s their new favorite expression. And to be honest, I don’t have a problem with it. I actually think it’s kind of cute. They’re so wonderfully enthusiastic about everything, how could I possibly mind?”

Grinning, Paul rolled his eyes. “Yeah, no shit, of course they’re ‘wonderfully enthusiastic.’ With you running around naked, who wouldn’t be? I’ll bet you were naked pretty much the whole time, right?”

“Well, no, it’s not as if I spent the entire weekend naked.” Grinning, she paused. “We did go out a couple of times, you know. Oh, wait…that’s right. Ummm…never mind!”

Her happy laughter was always so gorgeous anyway, but this time it was just too awesome.

“What?!” Paul exclaimed. “You’re telling me that they took you out naked?”

“Well, no, not exactly, though I’m sure that that would have been perfectly fine with them. No, it was more like they got me naked once we were out and about. Sweetie, I’m telling you, those two just can’t get enough of seeing me naked!” she said, and this time we all laughed.

“Okay, but where on earth did they take you that allowed you to go nude?” I asked.

Paul shook his head again. “Let me guess. They took you to a drive-in movie, didn’t they?”

“Yep! Now that was fun. Baby, how did you know?”

“Mom, ever since that first Movie Night on the couch, all they’ve been talking about is how awesome it would be to get you and Dawn to go on a double-date with them to the drive-in. Donny is just obsessed with the idea. He thinks it would be the coolest thing ever, having you all to himself in the back of his truck while Rick is making out with Dawn in the front seat.”

“Well, he didn’t quite have me all to himself. Rick was there too, at least some of the time. We were sort of playing musical chairs the entire night, until finally we all just stayed together in the back. Those two are simply incorrigible.”

She said it with a smile.

“Hmmm, I think I would be up for that. How about you, Mom? Maybe we could even do a little swapping,” I teased.

“You’ll hear no arguments from me, baby. As insatiable as those two are, I could use the help!”

“Wow, Mom, so you actually did have sex with them? First Paul, and now Rick and Donny? You sure do love Movie Nights!” I said, making Paul laugh.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she answered, teasing right back.

Listening to our banter, Paul couldn’t help but smile. “Okay, you two, enough already. Mom, just take it from the start. We’re all ears.”

I knew right away that that was too much of a softball for Mom to resist, and sure enough…

“Paul, please, I’ve seen you both naked. You two are most definitely not all ears. Not even close.”

Again with the coy smile.

“So, okay, our weekend started with the two of them showing up in Donny’s old Suburban. It was probably only about seven o’ clock, so it was still light out. Along with one of those ridiculously huge pizzas you guys always get from Paesanos, they also brought just a huge stack of movies plus a couple of two-liter bottles of Pepsi.

“‘Armed for battle, I see,’ I said.

“‘Fully stocked and reporting for duty!’ answered Donny, offering me a crisp salute, and a smirking Rick kicked him in the butt, calling him a ‘total kiss-ass.’

“‘That’s definitely the plan. This time I’m getting the good seat, and I can’t wait to kiss her ass!’ Donny replied, shooting me a loopy grin.”

“So, okay, I have to ask,” I said, cutting in. “Knowing they were coming over and that it would be just the three of you alone all night, what were you wearing?”

“Honestly, nothing special. I was in the middle of cleaning when Donny called about the two of them coming over, and all I had on was my pale yellow sundress. I was still doing laundry and scrubbing the kitchen floor when they showed up. I hadn’t had time to shower and change or whatever…not that it really mattered,” she added, again sounding quite pleased with herself.

“Why? What happened?” asked Paul.

“Well, you know the way those two never use the front door, or even knock. They always just go around and come through the patio, which leads directly into the kitchen. So, there I was, on my hands and knees scrubbing the floor, with my ass pointed right at them. I wasn’t aware of it at the time, but apparently my little sundress had worked its way up a bit….”

“And since you never wear panties, you were giving them just the perfect greeting,” I continued, slipping my hand between my legs. I checked on Laura, Jonathan, and the crew. All clear. They were still busy prepping for the next set.

Looking up at Paul, I slid two fingers into my pussy as Mom explained, “Like I said, I hadn’t realized it at the time, but they soon clued me in. I heard a muffled gasp from Rick followed by Donny saying, ‘Damn, I think I’m going to ask Dawn if I can have her room while she’s gone. I seriously want to live here.’

“Of course it didn’t take long for me to realize what was happening. Laughing to myself, I thought, ‘Nice, Samantha. Way to start off the evening, girl.’ I felt like an idiot, knowing they would think I’d done it on purpose. It really wasn’t intentional, though. It was just bad timing.”

“Or awesome timing, at least for them,” said Paul. “So what did you do?”

“Since it was too late to do anything about it, I just went with it. Rather than hop up in embarrassment, I decided to get the ball rolling right then and there with a little teasing. Playfully wiggling my bottom at them, I asked if they were ready to eat. Donny didn’t get it, but Rick sure did. ‘I definitely am, and you can have this all to yourself,’ he answered, handing Donny the pizza.

“‘My, aren’t you just raring to go!’ I said, after he came over and planted a kiss directly on my bare ass.

“Guffawing, Donny tossed the pizza onto the table and shouted, ‘Hey! I’m the one who’s supposed to do that!’ Kneeling behind me, he shoved Rick aside before taking my hips in both hands. I was laughing at their silly antics, especially when Donny starting raining kisses all over my raised bottom. Rick tried to shove him back out of the way, but Donny wasn’t having it. ‘Mine!’ he growled, imitating the Cookie Monster. ‘All mine!’ Then he really went crazy with the kissing and biting, all the while growling, ‘Nom nom nom nom….’

“Rolling away laughing, I came to my feet and said, ‘You boys haven’t been here two minutes and already you’re fighting? There will be no fighting during Movie Night!’ After wagging my finger at them, I moved into their arms for a three-way hug. I was facing Donny, with Rick behind me. ‘Okay…much better. At least let me give my handsome men a proper greeting before you start molesting me,’ I smiled, hooking my arms around Donny’s neck.

“‘But we like molesting you,’ he grinned, sliding his hands down to my ass.

“‘Hey, watch it, you big fag!’ shouted Rick. ‘The back of your hand almost rubbed my dick!’

“‘I told you he was raring to go,’ I cooed to Donny. ‘Your horny friend is already pressing everyone’s favorite huge boner against my ass, so you probably want to be careful where you grab.’ Moving my hips in circles, I felt Donny’s equally obvious erection pressing against my pussy. ‘Mmmm, it feels like he’s not the only one…’ I added, reaching down to squeeze his firm bulge.

“Recalling how excited he got from kissing me that first Movie Night when all four of us were together, I—”

“You mean the night you and Paul had sex and you let him cum in your pussy while you were making out with Rick and stroking his dick?” I asked, gleefully chiming in.

Mom laughed and said, “Why yes, the night Paul and I had sex and I let him cum in my pussy while I made out with Rick and stroked his dick. I have to say, sweetie, I do love the way you seem to have every last detail memorized. It’s almost as if you were there!”

“Oh, believe me, you have no idea how badly I wish I had been there. As wild as all that was, I mean you two having sex while you were fooling around with Rick, the part that still blows me away the most is that you actually sucked Paul’s dick right in front of Rick and Donny. God, Mom, just how horny were you that night?”

“Pretty darn horny, I must admit. I’m sorry, but once I felt it pressing against my cheek that way, I just had to have it…I had to taste it…mmmmmm, I had to take it into my mouth and suck it. I wasn’t too worried, though. I knew Rick and Donny were fully occupied with what they were doing down at my other end.

“Anyway, yes, remembering how excited Donny became that first night in the kitchen, I leaned in and gave him a nice hot kiss. ‘Now this is how you two should always greet me,’ I said, slipping my tongue into his mouth. Right away his hard cock throbbed against my pussy, and he pulled my little dress way up over my hips, baring my ass not just to Rick but to his own groping hands. Rick was still grinding away, so I reached back and took his cock in my hand, too. I was letting Donny rub his erection against my pussy as I squeezed the shaft, and I was stroking Rick’s up and down between my legs.

“I guess Rick had finally had enough of watching me and Donny kiss because he turned my head and captured my mouth with his, wasting no time in driving his tongue inside. I think we all moaned then. I know I definitely moaned when Donny slipped his hands inside my top and began fondling my naked breasts. Unlike that first night when he was mostly goofing around, this time it was pure lust. He wanted my breasts in the worst way, just as Rick couldn’t get enough of fondling my ass.

“With all that going on, I was a bit shocked when Rick suddenly stopped and said to Donny, ‘Dude, I think we should do it. I mean, come on, this is perfect.’

“‘Do what?’ I asked, practically panting. 

“‘Seriously? You think she would go for it?’ asked Donny.

“‘Go for what?’ I repeated, only this time I reached into their shorts and grabbed their erections. Pulling them out, I stood there squeezing them. ‘Tell me, or you aren’t getting these back,’ I added ominously.

“‘Okay, yeah, I think she’ll go for it!’ laughed Donny.

“Rick nodded while staring at my hands clutching their cocks. ‘You think? God, why didn’t we come up with this before? Come on, let’s ask her!’

“‘Fine, but if she gets all pissed off or whatever, it’s your fault,’ Donny answered. ‘It may have been my idea, but I would never have the balls to ask her.’

“Rick said, ‘Okay then, I’ll do it.’ Pausing, he gave me this ridiculous little cherubic grin. ‘Missus—I mean…oh crap. Wait. Let me start over again. Samantha, since we’re doing Movie Night anyway, what do you think about the three of us going to the drive-in together?’

“Releasing their hard-ons, I couldn’t help but laugh. ‘That’s your big secret? That’s all you wanted to ask me? My god, why was that so difficult?’

“Apparently that wasn’t the reaction Rick was expecting. ‘I don’t know,’ he started to say. ‘We just thought that maybe you—’

“‘Boys, I’d be more than happy to go to the drive-in with you,’ I said, saving him from having to explain everything. ‘Why wouldn’t I? That sounds like an absolute blast. So what’s playing?’ Then I paused. ‘Oh, wait. It doesn’t matter what’s playing, right? That’s the whole point. No one goes to a drive-in to watch the movie.’

“Shifting nervously from foot to foot, Donny asked, ‘So do you still want to go? We can always stay here, if you don’t want to. We brought tons of movies.’”

“You know, Mom, it’s not just Paul. Donny is pretty adorkable too,” I said, and Paul made a motion like he was barfing.

“Oh, definitely,” Mom answered, with a happy sigh. “He really is. You all are, and that includes Rick. When it gets right down to it, every one of you is just as sweet as can be.

“So, yes, of course I told Donny that I was still fine with the idea, if that’s what he really wanted. ‘It sounds like we’re in for another hot Movie Night,’ I smiled, adding, ‘especially if you two are planning on sharing me again as your date for the evening. That could prove to be quite entertaining, and not just for the three of us….’”

By that point I was only slowly stroking my pussy, which Paul was eyeing hungrily. Doing another check of the crew, I saw that they were taking a breakfast break. I sat up and moved between Paul’s legs, making him turn away from the set. 

“Okay, Mom, keep going…” I said while reaching up to undo Paul’s shorts. He looked at me with panic in his eyes, but when I pulled his dick out and started sucking it right there on the beach he just drew his arms around me and kept a steady watch for the crew.

God, I love sucking his cock. I love everything about it; in fact, I almost didn’t care whether Laura, Jonathan or anyone else saw me doing it. I love it that much.

I guess I must have been making too many telltale slurping noises because it didn’t take Mom but ten seconds before she asked with a knowing giggle, “Paul, what is your sister doing?” 

To Paul’s credit, he wasn’t exactly Mister Suave about it. Nope, when he stammered while trying to pant a response she laughed triumphantly. “I knew it! You two are doing it right there on the beach, aren’t you?” Then she lowered her voice, which I found kind of silly, all things considered. “Aren’t you worried that the others will see you? How far away are they?”

“Mom,” I said, pulling the head from my mouth with an audible ‘pop,’ “don’t worry, no one can see anything. They’re all a good thirty yards away, and Paul is shielding me with his body. Besides, we’re not actually having sex.”

“No, you’re just sucking your brother’s huge dick on the set of your first professional photo shoot! Keep it up and pretty soon here they’ll have you two starring in Taboo XIV: The Dawn and Paul Chronicles. God, I can’t wait to see it! Paul’s massive cumshots will look amazing in high-def!” she laughed.

“Well, fine, when you put it that way!” I giggled. Going back down on him, I made sure to be as wet and slurpy about it as possible so Mom could hear every little detail. I’m not sure, but I think her favorite part was probably Paul’s quiet moans, although it also may have been my continuous “mmmmm…mmmmm…mmmmm…” refrain as I bobbed up and down his enormous pole.

“Dawn, I swear, when it comes to being constantly horny, I think you may even have Rick and Donny beat,” she said, without the slightest bit of reproach. “So I guess I’ll just tell my little story while you sit there sucking your brother’s dick. Nice. And yes, I’m totally jealous. If I were there, I’d probably do the exact same thing.”

I pulled away again just long enough to say, “If you were here, we probably would end up shooting a porno!”

“Baby, you’re probably right. Okay, so I told Rick and Donny that I needed to go hop into the shower. When I came back out, I decided that they deserved to have their minds played with a little. They were sitting in the den eating pizza, and I walked right over and plopped myself down in Donny’s lap…completely naked. I’m talking not a stitch of clothing. Turning to straddle him, I grabbed a slice of pizza and started bouncing teasingly in his lap. He immediately grew hard again, which only made things worse for him since now I had something specific on which to focus my bouncing. Taking a slice of pepperoni, I spread it around my areola before perching it on my nipple. Even though his eyes were fairly bugging out, he nevertheless took my breast into his mouth and started sucking. After swallowing the pepperoni, he continued to lick, kiss and suck my breasts while using both hands to squeeze my ass. ‘Mmmm, we’re going to have so much fun tonight...’ I whispered, and I gasped when he gently clamped down on my nipple with his front teeth.” 

I could tell Paul was getting close, so I began sucking the top few inches really hard and fast while corkscrewing the rest of his throbbing shaft with two hands.

Hearing me speed up, Mom laughed. “Oh, you like that, do you? Paul, are you going to cum?”

“Unnnhhh…oh Jesus…almost there…” he groaned.

“Make sure to do it in her mouth, baby, not on her face. You wouldn’t want to make her all messy for her next round of pictures!”

I started laughing again. I couldn’t help it. The idea of Mom giving us funny sex tips over the phone was just too awesome. Still, I had a job to finish, and I attacked it with relish.

“Is she good, baby?” Mom asked sweetly, hearing my renewed assault on Paul’s towering cock. “I’ll bet she’s amazing, isn’t she?”

“Oh god…” was all Paul could manage in response. Seconds later, he was cumming…and cumming…and cumming. I could barely keep up, there was so much hot, thick cum shooting into my mouth.

Mom obviously heard his groans and all my gasps and swallowing sounds, and she cheered us on. “Mmmmmm, give it to her, Paul! You know she loves it, so give her every last drop. That’s a good girl, Dawn…take your brother’s wonderful cum…drink it all down….”

Once we were finished, I lovingly ran his softening length all over my face, alternately cooing to it and kissing it. Paul was pretty much in a daze, seemingly in shock over what the three of us had just done.

Mom, though, she remained as chipper as ever.  “You two are just so beautiful together. I can’t wait to come out there and see you again.”

Still sort of catching his breath, Paul said, “Okay, so what was Rick doing the whole time you were torturing Donny?”

“He was probably spanking his monkey!” I laughed, and so did Mom.

“No, not quite, though his monkey was certainly ready to be spanked. I went over to him and straddled his lap next, and he was so hard that it was standing straight up. The head was actually peeking out over his waistband, and he was dripping pre-cum. I swiped it with my fingertip and popped it into my mouth with a happy grin. ‘Mmmmmm…nice,’ I said. ‘See how much more fun it is when you boys aren’t always trying to hide your wonderful erections from me?’ Pulling his shorts open, I took him in my hand again and started stroking him. ‘So,’ I continued, ‘what were you two planning on having me wear tonight for our sexy date at the drive-in...hmmm?’

“Watching us, Donny spoke right up. ‘You know what would be perfect? I mean, as long as you don’t go to the snack bar or whatever. That thin little tank top with the skinny straps, you know, the white one.’

“‘You mean that old Pink Floyd concert t-shirt I wore with the blue skirt to our last big barbecue?’ I asked, smiling when Rick’s hips lurched off the seat a bit.

“‘Exactly,’ answered Donny. ‘That’s the one…only without the skirt, or anything else.’”

“Rick must have been all for that idea, huh?” said Paul. “That whole day at the park, he was totally going apeshit over the way you looked in that top.”

“I never knew that, but yes, Rick certainly offered his approval, saying, ‘Oh my god, that would be perfect. You, in that top…no skirt or panties…holy fuck.’

“The thing is, Dawn, remember that night in the kitchen, when you wore your little tee with no panties?”

“How could I ever forget? I mean, come on!”

“Okay, well, imagine me looking the same as you did in that tiny t-shirt, only make my top a skosh shorter.”

“Wow, so it really doesn’t even cover your pussy then, and every inch of your ass must show.”

“Yes, and my breasts show quite a bit, as well. With those narrow straps it doesn’t cover much to begin with, and it’s always falling off my shoulders. You saw what a time I had, trying to keep covered that day at the park. That was your father’s idea, obviously, having me wear that top to a public gathering.

“So that’s what they asked me to wear, and within reason I wasn’t going to say no to any of their requests. Deciding to give them the entire fantasy, I took off to the bedroom and did my hair up nice and wild, plus I put on some deep red lip gloss. As the final coup de grâce, I slipped on my sexiest high heels, the white satin ones. I don’t think the boys were quite ready for that because when I strutted back out to the living room in that tiny t-shirt all they could do was stare at my legs. Then, all during the ride to the drive-in, they still couldn’t take their eyes off of them. I have to admit that with those heels, the silky lotion I’d applied to my calves and thighs, and that super short top, it was just long, smooth legs for days as I sat between them in the front seat.




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 07



“When we pulled up to our spot, that wise guy Donny thought it would be funny to have me go grab the little speaker thing and put it in our window. I knew he just wanted to see me go outside in that tiny t-shirt and heels and show off my bare ass and pussy. Doing a quick check of our immediate area, I didn’t see any families parked close by, and with Rick also encouraging me to do it I decided to go for it. Of course it wasn’t until I had already hopped out and sauntered all the way around the front of the truck that Donny waved me back in, laughing that drive-ins don’t use those things anymore.

“‘So you two just wanted to watch me walk around half naked, giving everyone a show,’ I grinned, returning to my cozy little space between them on the front seat.

“‘Duh!’ they answered together, and Donny said, ‘Did you hear all those horns honking? It was awesome!’

“Once we were all settled in, it became obvious that those two were going to spend the entire night engaged in a constant tug-of-war over who would get to cuddle with me. Since he ‘got cheated out of the good spot’ during the last Movie Night, this time Donny was bound and determined to get the lion’s share of my attention. It was almost as if they had each other on a timer, the way they kept handing me back and forth every few minutes. Rick eventually decided to be the ‘noble one,’ offering Donny some ‘alone time’ with me by volunteering to make the first run to the snack bar. As soon as he was gone, Donny drew me into his arms, basically sliding me up into his lap. It was an odd thing, too, because I hadn’t realized how strong he’s become. The way he moved me around, I was very impressed.”

“Yeah,” Paul said, “he’s been working out like a maniac these past few months. He’s put on a good twenty pounds. ‘All muscle!’ he says. Whatever. He’s still a pipsqueak to me.”

It was really cute, seeing Paul show some actual jealousy. Mom being Mom, she picked up on it right away.

“Oh, I don’t know, sweetie. He certainly didn’t feel like a pipsqueak to me. He felt wonderfully strong, and I have to say, it was a real turn-on. His hard-on pressing between my legs as I sat in his lap kissing him certainly didn’t feel small either. I don’t know what that young man has been doing lately, but whatever it is, it’s working. The one thing that’s obvious is that he’s much more assertive now. Yes, he’s still a sweet, shy boy, but once he decides that he wants something he definitely doesn’t hesitate to take it.”

“You mean like you, for instance?” I giggled.

“How did you ever guess?” she answered, with a cute giggle of her own. “Yes, he made that point abundantly clear. Instead of trying to hide his erection from me like he always has in the past, this time he was happy to push it right up into my pussy. I was straddling him again, and he was basically dry-fucking me through his shorts. I teasingly reminded him about our conversation from our last Movie Night when I told the boys that next time I was going to have them all go naked for me. I was making a point of grinding my wet pussy directly on the head of his cock, and he was squeezing my ass while sucking my nipple through my skimpy t-shirt.

“‘So do you still want us to go naked tonight?’ he asked. Thrusting with a sudden urgency, his jutting bulge penetrated me, and I let out a quiet gasp.

“‘That would be lovely,’ I answered, reaching between my legs to fondle his immensely hard shaft.

“‘You mean right here? Not just at the house? Wow!’ he exclaimed, his eyes flashing in surprise.

“Grinning, I said, ‘Of course, silly. Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do at a drive-in? I thought the whole point was to get naked and fool around in the back seat, knowing that everyone else is probably doing the same thing.’ Sitting up, I paused to show him my tiny top, which wasn’t covering much of anything. The lower hem had risen well above my hips, leaving my small strip of pubic hair and smooth slit fully exposed. One strap had fallen to my elbow, revealing most of my breast. ‘And this is how you dressed me,’ I continued. ‘You wanted me naked tonight.’ Guiding his fingertips to my moist lips, I had him stroke my pussy. ‘This is why you brought me here. When you thought of taking me to a drive-in, this is what you imagined.’”

“Jesus, Mom!” I laughed, picturing her just torturing poor Donny. “Give the guy a heart attack, why don’t you!”

“I’ll bet he nutted right then and there, didn’t he?” asked Paul, with an evil smirk.

“No, that came a bit later…” she said, again sounding pleased as punch. “While he certainly seemed excited to be touching my pussy, I could tell that he really didn’t know what to do. Considering his lack of experience, perhaps he didn’t know how to approach it, or maybe he was simply nervous. Where my bare bottom was concerned though, whoa! Katie, bar the door! That little horndog had absolutely no problem going for my ass, attacking it with zero hesitation. After tentatively stroking my pussy for a few moments, he returned that hand as well as the other to my bouncing cheeks, and god but does he love to squeeze my ass. It’s like he becomes possessed. And the thing is, as he groped and fondled me, I could feel my wetness on his fingertips, so he had to know just how turned on I was. The way he kept—”

“Not only that,” I said, cutting in again, “but he doesn’t know that you go totally bonkers whenever someone plays with your ass. He has no idea that that’s probably your biggest turn-on.”

“Yeah,” said Paul, “but that sure didn’t stop him from going apeshit over her ass that night in the kitchen. Remember, Mom? That was all he could do as you gave him that big hug. He just kept squeezing your ass, and when we were in the den later, what did he tell you? ‘I want to play with your amazing butt some more!’”

She giggled sweetly. “He and I make a great team, don’t we? We both love the same thing! And we’re not the only ones, are we, Dawn?”

Rolling onto my stomach directly beneath Paul’s appreciative gaze, I wiggled my bottom for him. “Nope, I’m right there with you. I am definitely my mother’s daughter….” I added a slight arching of my hips to my inviting little ass-wiggle, hoping Paul would take the hint.

Thankfully, he did. After taking a quick look over his shoulder to check on the crew, he knelt beside me and grabbed the bottle of baby oil. Pouring two handfuls, he began smoothing it into my inner thighs, just the way my two gofers loved to do it. When he ran his hands up onto my welcoming globes, we heard one of the guys call out, “Hey, cool your jets there, Romeo! That’s our job!”

Turning deep scarlet, Paul quickly jumped back into his rickety little folding chair. “Oh shit!” he exclaimed, falling over backwards in his comical haste.

“You okay there, little bro?” came a sardonic shout from the group.

“That’ll teach you, Dawn!” came another, amid a chorus of laughter. “When you want your ass fondled, don’t ask some rote amateur to do it! You have a whole team here of highly trained professionals!”

Laura got in on it, too. “Paul, don’t mind these cretins! They’re barely even housebroken! Hey, you two should come grab something to eat. We have a lovely catered spread here.”

“Thank you, but we’re good,” I answered, knowing that Paul wasn’t about to go back over there anytime soon.

“Sounds like I’m missing all sorts of fun,” said Mom. “Paul, for heaven’s sake, what did you do?”

“Oh, he was just being Mister Adorkable again,” I grinned, reaching over to give his foot a playful tickle. “He had a bit of an equipment malfunction, that’s all.”

“You two must be having the best time ever, being together there.”

“Oh, please, Mom, it sounds like you’ve been having just as much fun as we have.”

“Not a chance,” smiled Paul. “She’s having all her fun with those two dorks. I have you.”

“Score one for your silver-tongued brother, sweetie. Still, you’re right, I can hardly complain. Between your delightfully randy father and my two priapic Lotharios, I’ve been having an absolute ball.”

I think Mom must have sensed the gears grinding to a halt in Paul’s brain. After a short pause, she added, “Dawn, if you’ll do the honors, please….”

I could barely contain my smug grin. “Paul, she’s saying that Rick and Donny are constantly hard and always trying to mack on her.”

“Yeah, no shit,” he said, returning my grin.

“Mom, speaking of which, where were we? Oh, that’s right. You were sitting in Donny’s lap at the drive-in, and he was totally squeezing your bare bottom while trying to jam his crazy erection inside you….”

“He was, and he was also trying to nudge my thin strap down far enough to uncover my nipple. Finally he just grabbed it and tugged it the rest of the way down. I was straddling his lap with one breast out and the other almost there, and he was squeezing my ass while sucking my nipple. He kept thrusting into my pussy, but his shorts were in the way.

“‘I think it’s about time we even things up a bit,’ I said, pulling down the center console between the front seats. Taking him by the hand and leading him into the back, I discovered that the rear seats were already folded flat. Everything was all set up with an air mattress, sleeping bags and three large pillows, and again I couldn’t help but laugh. ‘And what do we have here?’ I teased. ‘For someone who was supposedly too shy to ask, you sure did come prepared!’

“‘It must be all that Boy Scout training,’ he said, blushing like mad.

“I offered him an approving grin. ‘I must say, the zipped-together sleeping bags are a nice touch. I’m guessing that was Rick’s idea?’

“‘Yep,’ he laughed. ‘The three pillows, too. He didn’t want to be left out.’

“‘Rick always was a subtle one,’ I said, grinning while shaking my head. ‘So I take it then that the air mattress idea was yours?’

“‘I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable,’ he admitted.

“‘Aha!’ I laughed. ‘So you did plan on taking me to the drive-in tonight, and you also planned on getting me back here and having your touchy-feely way with me! That whole song and dance about being too afraid to ask, god, what a sham!’

“Grinning shyly, he stretched out on a sleeping bag. ‘Well, I didn’t think it would really happen. To me it was just a fantasy, like you said. I’m sure I never would have asked. No way.’

“Snuggling in beside him, I caressed his chin and asked, ‘Aren’t you glad now that you did?’

“He sort of stared up at the roof of the car and said, ‘But see, I didn’t. That was Rick, not me.’

“I slipped my hand beneath his t-shirt and undid the snap on his waistband. Unzipping him, I kissed my way down his chest, pausing at his belly button. ‘Lift…’ I said, tugging on his shorts. He raised his hips for me, and I slid them off. ‘These too,’ I whispered, running my hand over the bulge in his boxers. ‘I want you completely naked.’ I slid those off as well, then I sat up and pulled my top over my head. After tossing everything aside, I had him take his shirt off and add it to the pile.”

“Wow, Mom, you weren’t kidding,” I said. “You really did want it to be a naked Movie Night.”

“Oh, that first night with the boys, I was sort of semi-joking. I honestly didn’t expect them to whip off their shorts in front of each other and get naked for me.”

Paul asked, “But did you want us to?”

She thought about it for a moment before answering. “Yes, I would have enjoyed that. It would’ve been tricky though, obviously, because of you. I suppose we’ll have to cross that bridge some other time.”

I wanted her to keep going. “So what happened with Donny? Now you’re both naked, and he had to have been totally freaking out.”

“First thing, I went back to kissing him. I started at the hollow at the base of his neck and began working my way down again. By the time I was nearing his belly button I could see and feel his entire body shivering. It was just the most precious thing. I hadn’t experienced that in ages, and I was reminded of just how much I always used to love it when I could make a man do that.

“To be honest, I started to see Donny in a different light then. Instead of simply being our Donny, the fun-loving goofball who loves my French toast, girls in bikinis and all those other things, now he was a beautiful young man who was utterly vulnerable. He was as nervous as could be, but he trusted me. I wasn’t about to abuse that trust. No matter what I did with him that night, I wanted him to come away from it with a memory to cherish forever.”

Looking at me, Paul was sporting one of his signature smirks. “It sounds like Mom took another cherry.”

Of course I reached out and smacked him. “Never mind Mister Romantic here, Mom. Go on….”

“Actually, Dawn, your brother isn’t too far from the truth. As I was kissing my way down Donny’s stomach, he could tell that I was noticing his shivers. He didn’t understand what was happening to him, and was clearly embarrassed about it. ‘I’ve…you know…never done this,’ he finally said, as quiet as a church mouse.

“‘Shhhhh…’ I answered. ‘You’re fine, baby. It’s perfectly normal.’ I paused again at his belly button, this time nipping gently at it while trailing the very tips of my fingernails up his thigh in graceful swirl patterns. When I dipped between his legs to his inner thigh, he jumped. It was as if an electric current had zapped him. Pressing my hand softly to his trembling flesh, I held it there, letting him acclimate to the feeling of my touch on his skin. Once I sensed that he was able to handle it, I moved on.

“Eventually I drew my hand very near to his pulsing erection. And when I say that it was pulsing, that’s precisely what I mean. It was throbbing so hard, I could literally see it pulsing. I wanted to avoid shocking him again so instead of touching him there I smoothly palmed his balls before closing my hand around them in a comforting cocoon. I simply held him. I didn’t give too firm a squeeze, and I didn’t bounce them. I just held them. At the same time, I brought my mouth closer to his glistening wet tip. As lightly as possible, I touched my tongue to it, then I painted a slow line all the way around the crown. Moving my hand from his balls to the base of his firm shaft, I gave it a soft, reassuring squeeze while taking the head into my mouth.

“As soon as my lips enveloped him, he erupted. I wasn’t caught by surprise, though. No, I was almost expecting it. I held steady as his hips bucked, and the sound of his breathy gasps filled the car. His cum was scorching hot; hotter than any I’ve ever tasted. It was like his entire being was on fire; his cum a beautiful magma finally bursting free.

“I just let his silky warmth flow over my tongue, happy to accept his precious gift. Taking him all the way down, I began sucking in earnest. He kept shooting and shooting, then it was smaller pulses, and finally there was no more. Still I kept licking and sucking, laving and kissing. I think I wanted it as much as he did, and he definitely wanted it. Watching as I drove my lips all along his solid shaft, he was moaning up a storm.

“I felt the car shake, and suddenly there was Rick climbing back in with two armfuls of sodas, burgers and fries. I didn’t stop, though. I merely looked up to confirm that it was Rick who had opened the door before I returned to the business at hand.”

“Hand…mouth…whatever…” I grinned, making them both laugh.

“Well, true,” Mom said. “I was certainly using my hand as well as my mouth. I was pumping his shaft, which, you will be interested to learn, is just like Paul’s, at least in one respect. After Donny cums, he doesn’t go soft. He keeps on going. Honey, it’s really the most wonderful thing. He’s obviously not as large as Paul, and he doesn’t cum in anything like the same massive volumes, and you know what? It’s still wonderful.”

Timing it just right, I said, “Because sex is like pizza!”

“Exactly! So you were listening! Baby, you were so intent that night on diving back between my legs, I was worried that everything went in one ear and right out the other.”

“Oh, no, absolutely not. Mom, you never have to worry about that. When it comes to anything having to do with sex, I pay super close attention to everything you tell me. Believe me, I don’t miss a word.”

Paul wasn’t a part of that conversation, so he had no clue what we were talking about. He just wanted her to get back to her story. “So, damn, Mom, okay, what did Rick say when he stumbled in on that?”

“See, that was the funny thing. As soon as we heard the door open, Donny froze. I was still sucking him, and was perfectly content to keep going, but Donny made a motion like he wanted me to stop. I guess he didn’t want Rick to see what we were doing. Knowing how nervous he already was about everything, I didn’t want to make things any more uncomfortable for him, so I went ahead and slid back up into his arms. Right away he pulled the sleeping bag over us, and by the time Rick set the food down and looked back over the seat we were just innocently snuggling and kissing again.

“‘Wow,’ he said. ‘You actually got her to go back there with you. Dude, I am majorly impressed.’

“Pausing between kisses, Donny answered, ‘Yeah, right. I didn’t get her to do anything. This was her idea. She brought me back here.’

“Laughing, Rick shook his head. ‘Like you’re complaining. I’m sure she totally had to twist your arm!’

“‘Nope!’ he grinned. After kissing me a few more times, he slid his hand around to squeeze my breast, adding, ‘This is the most awesome night ever….’ Since we were hidden by the sleeping bag, I reached down to answer his sneaky little squeeze with one of my own, making him gasp into my mouth when I took hold of his cock and began stroking it again.

“‘Oh, he definitely didn’t complain,’ I said, shooting Rick a happy smile, ‘and no arm twisting was necessary. In fact, I think he was rather pleased when I took the initiative and brought him back here. This is just what he was hoping for when he came up with this whole take-Samantha-to-the-drive-in thing, wasn’t it?’

“Taking a bite of his fries, Rick kept chuckling at Donny. ‘You got that right,’ he said. ‘Ever since that pool party when you and Dawn stripped each other and spent half the day naked with us, he’s been talking about how amazing it would be to go to a drive-in with you. Actually, come to think of it, it goes back even further than that. The drive-in thing with you has been his favorite fantasy for god knows how long now.’

“‘Well, I’m just as happy as he is to be here. This is wonderful…’ I said, leaning in to give Donny a nice tongue-kiss. Still stroking his slippery wet erection beneath the cover of the sleeping bag, I looked up at Rick and asked, ‘And what about you, Mister Movie Night Make-Out Boy? What’s your fantasy?’

Paul burst out laughing then. “Oh, I can answer that one easily enough! You…” he said, poking my bare bottom with his foot, “…and you, both naked, either on the couch or in the back seat at the drive-in. He’s not exactly very original. He and Donny have the same fantasy!”

“Dawn, your brother is correct again,” Mom grinned. “When I asked Rick about his favorite fantasy, that was his answer: ‘Pretty much, what Donny has right this moment. Having you naked in my arms and making out with you at a drive-in? It doesn’t get any better than that.’

“Wanting to tease him, I asked, ‘But what if Dawn was here, too? Wouldn’t that make it even better?’

“Rick and Donny exchanged looks, and Rick answered, ‘Well, yeah, okay, that would be the ultimate. Still…’ he continued, gesturing to the two of us holding each other, ‘nothing could ever top that. You really are naked, aren’t you?’

“Rolling into a spoons position with Donny, I pulled the sleeping bag down to my waist. ‘Mmmm-hmmm,’ I smiled, guiding Donny’s hand back to my bare breast. I made sure to keep him covered, though, while wiggling my bottom against him. ‘Very naked,’ I continued, ‘just the way you both want me.’”




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 07



“Just the way you want you, too!” I exclaimed, joining Paul in laughter. 

“Well, true,” she giggled, “but the point was that they wanted me naked for their fantasy night at the drive-in, and neither of them denied it.”

“Well no duh,” I said, still laughing. “As if those two pervs would ever not want you naked. That goes for all of us, actually. It’s like you said about me: You’re so gorgeous naked, you should be forbidden from ever wearing a stitch of clothing around the house.”

“Well, those ‘two pervs’ certainly did their best to hold me to that rule for the entire weekend. About the only time they ever let me put anything on at all was when we went to the store together to pick up some things for breakfast. Even then they insisted on no panties and my most see-through sundress, and before we left the house Donny had me undo the first four buttons on top so he could see my breasts from the side. That was probably his favorite part of the trip, just ogling my breasts at the check-out counter while trading smirks with the cashier.

“Anyway, the aroma of the burgers and fries filling the car was driving me crazy, so I told Rick to bring the food and come join us. For the next twenty minutes we lay on our stomachs eating greasy drive-in fare and slurping on sodas while watching some silly Sci-Fi catastrophe about evil bug-eyed aliens plotting to enslave all mankind. I noticed Rick constantly sneaking peeks at my bare back and the side of my breast, until finally he asked, ‘Mind if I join you in there?’

“I threw back the sleeping bag to show him the rest of my naked body and said, ‘You’re welcome to join the party, but you know my little rule.’ Grinning, he whipped off his shirt, shoes, socks and shorts in about two milliseconds before sliding in beside me. ‘Not quite,’ I said, reaching over to squeeze his ass, which was still covered by his boxers. ‘Nice try, though.’ Grinning a bit more sheepishly, he pulled the sleeping bag over us before slithering out of his underwear. Fully naked, he settled back in. Again I reached over to squeeze his ass, this time saying, ‘Very nice. Mmmm, both my beautiful boys, wonderfully naked for me...a perfect Movie Night….’

“Rick leaned up on his elbows and looked over at Donny, who was grinning even more sheepishly than Rick had been just a moment earlier. ‘Dude…’ he smiled accusingly. ‘This whole time, you’ve been making out totally naked with her?’

“With his sheepish grin morphing into one of pure smugness Donny casually popped a fry into his mouth, just as cool as could be.

“‘You are such an asshole,’ laughed Rick, shaking his head in admiration.

“Answering in his goofy Elvis voice, Donny quipped, ‘Thank you…thank you very much….’”

“Man, I wish Dad had never gone on that Elvis kick,” said Paul. “Now Donny just won’t shut up with that crap.”

“Yep, and Rick even did it too, high-fiving Donny over my back while play-singing, ‘We’re gonna win this race….’ They were being so silly. It was like they were thirteen again.

“A few minutes later Donny grabbed his clothes and put them back on, saying, ‘I’m going to hit the restroom.’ 

“‘Take your time!’ said Rick, twisting onto his side to face me as Donny gathered up our wrappers, napkins and cups on his way out of the truck. Pausing at the door to roll his eyes at us, he made Rick and me laugh.”

“So did Rick totally pounce on you the moment Donny was gone?” asked Paul. “I bet he did. He probably couldn’t wait another second, huh?”

“Actually, no, he didn’t. It was the strangest thing, too. As soon as that door slammed and it was just the two of us on our own, he turned into a different Rick. Suddenly he was no longer Mister Glib. It was like someone had flipped a switch and now with no one there to show off for, the real Rick emerged. He was still facing me, but it was obvious that he was every bit as nervous as Donny had been.”

“I can so picture that,” I said. “The few times I was ever alone with Rick, he became super sweet and shy, just like Donny.”

“Just like Paul, too,” Mom added. “The only difference is that Paul is that way all the time.”

Smiling, I reached over and stroked his calf. “That’s true. Paul is a total doll every minute of every day. He never tries to be someone he’s not. He’s perfectly comfortable just being Paul. I always loved that about him.”

“Well, Paul is just a bit more mature than Rick. For one thing, sweetie, he’s always had you there, and you set such a good example. Being an only-child, Rick doesn’t have a wonderful older sister to show him the ropes.”

Paul leaned down to squeeze my hand. “Not only that, but Rick also doesn’t have the two best parents in the world, the way we do. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with Mister and Missus Donaldson, but we have you and Dad. Nothing could ever top that.”

“It’s the same with Donny,” I continued. “It’s almost like you and Dad are his parents, and we’re his real family.”

“We pretty much are,” said Paul. “Ever since his parents split up, he hasn’t had much of a home life. It really sucks.”

Mom sighed. “And still he’s an absolute angel. Even though he had every right, he never became the typical angry teen. Honestly, I wish those two really were my sons. They’re both as wonderful as can be.”

Paul released my hand and took a seat beside me. Grabbing the baby oil again, he poured some into his palm and began confidently smoothing it into my shoulders. “Mom, believe me, they feel the same way. They love you and Dad to death, and they definitely consider us to be family.”

Lowering my head into my arms, I nodded. “You know, for all my teasing and kidding, I consider them to be family too. I also don’t mind Rick’s immaturity. I know he’s a total sweetheart, just like Donny is. I mean, look at the way they each took off for a while so that the other could have some real alone-time with you. I think that was pretty awesome of them.

“So, okay, now Rick has you all to himself, and he’s crazy nervous without his friend there. Was he sporting another ‘huge boner,’ like Donny said he always does whenever you’re with them? Come on, I know you checked.”

Mom broke out laughing. “Jeez, Paul, did you tell Dawn literally every last detail about that entire night? Anyway, no, I didn’t check. I didn’t have to! The instant he rolled onto his side to face me, I felt it poking my hip. Turning so we were face to face, I moved closer to him, letting his erection press against me. I lowered my head into the crook of his arm and gently cupped his cheek. For the next minute or so we lay there with our noses touching, simply breathing together. He was staring so intently into my eyes…searching. When he finally brought his hand to my hip, I slid mine from his face down to his waist, drawing him closer. His shaft sprang up between us, and he lifted his top leg to give me room.

“‘I think we have this backwards, sweetie,’ I said, setting my thigh atop his hip. ‘If one of us is going to lie between the other’s legs, you should be between mine.’ Taking his hand, I guided it to my welcoming bottom. ‘It’s so much nicer this way,’ I whispered, smiling when I felt his fingertips begin to explore. He was as tentative as a hummingbird, just barely brushing my split. That was fine. It was really adorable, actually. I know I keep saying that about him, and about Donny too, but it’s true. I find everything about their gentle caution to be sweetly adorable.”

“You always were a sucker for a cute puppy,” I said, grinning at the thought of Mom petting Rick on the nose.

“Guilty as charged,” she replied. “And all our boys are as cute as any puppy. But yes, even though he was that same sort of adorable to me, I can’t say that I wasn’t also becoming nicely turned on. I would be lying if I tried to claim otherwise. It was a very sexy moment, especially when he began slowly thrusting his hips, sliding the underside of his shaft back and forth through my pubic hair. He was just grinding it against my lower stomach, using his hand on my ass to hold me steady. ‘Mmmmmm, there’s that wonderful huge boner of yours again…’ I said teasingly, smiling as I took it in my hand. I leaned in to kiss him, and we spent the next few minutes simply making out. He continued to squeeze and furtively explore my bare bottom, finally dipping his fingertips into my pussy in response to my stroking of his erection.

“‘I can’t help it,’ he said, his breath sharpening. ‘It’s you…you do this to me every time.’

“‘I don’t want you to help it. I told you before, I love your beautiful cock…and I never want you to hide it from me, especially when it’s nice and hard like this…’ I whispered, trailing kisses all down his body. His voice caught in his throat when I kissed my way past his stomach, continuing down, down, down. I was still fondling him, and I paused to plant a line of tender kisses on his throbbing shaft. ‘Mmmm…see what happens when you show it to me and let me drool over it...’ I continued, surprising him when I moved even lower to cover his smooth scrotum in kisses too. Taking his balls into my mouth one at a time, I sucked them while pumping his rigid staff. I wanted to treat him to the full experience, so as I was sucking him I slipped my finger into his ass, but he jumped so badly that it made me giggle. Trying a different tact, I replaced my finger with my tongue, sliding it right inside. That only made him jump even worse, though, and we both started laughing.”

“I know!” I gushed. “Whenever I do that to Paul, he always jumps like crazy! I love making him jump!”

Still rubbing the baby oil into my back, his grin was obvious. “Yeah, well, sue me. You’d jump too if I did that to you.”

Smiling smugly, I looked over my shoulder at him. “Really? What about that day in your bedroom, when the girls were playing down by the pool? And what about that night in the desert?”

“Oh, that’s right,” he chuckled. “Okay, fine, so you don’t jump. That’s hardly the same, though. I mean, come on, you’re our official Little Miss Ass Model. You love it when people do things to your ass. You’ve already had tons of experience with that stuff.”

Mom’s delighted smirk was as plain as day. “Well then, sweetie, I guess you just need more practice, don’t you? And hey, you’re in luck. I’m sure your sexy sister there will be more than happy to help you with that.”

“Yeah, and so will you, the second you see him again!” I laughed. “Jeez, Mom, where do you think I get it from?”

I was pretty sure that Paul didn’t know nearly as much as I did about Mom’s amazing sex life, which he confirmed by crowing, “Oh really? Is that true, Mom? See, here I thought that the inspiration for all of Dawn’s incredible ass-shenanigans came from Trish and maybe Michelle too, but they actually come from you? Ooh, do tell!”

God, was he laying it on thick. It was just awesome.

Mom was obviously still smirking. “Like you said, Paul, ‘Yeah, well, sue me.’ What can I say? I love your cute little bottoms.”

“You love yours, too!” I shouted with glee.

Paul nodded sagely. “We all do. It’s way beyond hot.”

“But not as hot as your sister’s,” she giggled. “No one ever asked me to be an ass model.”

“That’s only because you never went to L.A.,” I answered. “I have zero doubt that they would have swooped you right up as soon as you stepped off the plane. If you hadn’t spent your entire life in Lawrence, god, you could have been the hottest model ever.”

“Thank you, honey, but I could never be you. You’re a born star. Besides, I don’t need any of that. I have your father, and I have you and Paul. I absolutely love my life. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

Paul laughed, “You also have Rick and Donny! Don’t forget that!”

“Yay! Two more hard cocks for Mom!” I added, with another happy shout.

“Mmmmmm-hmmm…definitely,” she sighed. “When I slipped my tongue into Rick’s ass and started rimming him, my god, his erection became as hard as any I have ever experienced. I don’t even think Paul’s grows any harder. And it just kept pulsing and pulsing in my hand, until I thought it was going to burst. Sliding up between his legs, I went back to planting kisses over every inch of his granite length, all the while thoroughly loving his quiet moans and sudden gasps. Again I said to him, ‘See? This is why you should always want to show me your beautiful hard cock….’ Blowing warm breath directly on the tip, I watched in fascination as it responded with a gorgeous pearl of pre-cum, and I couldn’t wait any longer. Lowering my head, I took him into my mouth. Unlike Donny, he didn’t cum right away; he merely yelped, then he let out a nervous laugh. He wasn’t making any motions for me to stop, though, so I threw myself into sucking his rampant cock with everything I had. Knowing how most guys love to see and hear what the girl is doing when she’s sucking them, I curled my hair over my ear and made sure to coat him with as much saliva as possible as I hungrily slurped away. I could tell that he really got off on that, and he began thrusting harder and faster, driving deep into my throat.

“It didn’t take long before his moans grew more urgent, and it was obvious that he was almost there. I looked up so he could see the desire in my eyes and said, ‘Cum for me, baby…cum in my mouth….’”

“That’s my favorite part,” I grinned. “I just love that moment when I know the guy is about to cum.”

“Oh, absolutely. Don’t get me wrong, I love everything that leads up to it, too, but I want that final payoff. I need that cum. There really is no sweeter feeling, and this time was no exception. Giving the sleeping bag a mortal death grip, he was trying not to shout too loudly as he exploded in my mouth. Mmmmmm, he just came and came and came, crying out, ‘God! Oh god! Samantha, I can’t believe it! God, I can’t believe it!’ I never knew Rick was so religious!”

The three of us cracked up at that, and Paul said, “Mom, I think I’m going to have to correct you from earlier. You definitely made their entire lives, not just their summer.”

“I don’t know about that, but we certainly had a wonderful time together. When Donny finally returned to the truck he found Rick kissing and squeezing my breasts, and moments later they were both sucking my nipples. As with everything else, of course they had to turn even that into a competition, the object being to see who could make me squirm the most in pleasure…or was it who could make my nipples grow the hardest? I forget now, but I know that Donny was the first one to cheat.”

“How the hell does someone cheat at that?” asked Paul, sitting up to let me roll onto my side. He waited until I was all settled in on one hip, my head propped in my hand with my elbow bent. Continuing, he said, “They’re sucking your nipples. I can see how maybe you might be able to cheat there, but how are they supposed to?”

“Very easily!” laughed Mom. “Paul, remember who you’re talking about here. What is Donny’s absolute favorite thing about my body? And what’s Rick’s?”

“For Donny it’s definitely your ass. Forget touching it, just the sight of it turns him into a total retard. Rick? Your breasts, maybe?”

“I’ll bet it’s her pussy,” I said.

“It’s definitely your ass, on your body,” he smiled.

“Correctamundo, on every guess! For Dawn, yes, her amazing bottom is the favorite of all three of you boys. Regarding my body, it’s obvious that Donny loves my ass. He’s clearly a dyed-in-the-wool ass man if ever there was one. For Rick, though, it’s a little different, and you’re both right. He seems equally smitten by my breasts and my pussy.”

“Okay,” said Paul, “but what does any of that have to do with them cheating when the object is to see who can turn you on the most by sucking your nipples?”

Mom was having the best time dragging it out. “Dawn, would you like to take a stab at it?”

I lay there trying to come up with something, but I was drawing a blank. ‘They were sucking her nipples…they were on either side of her…they were trying to outdo each other…’ I thought.

Nothing. I had no clue.

“Mom, I’ve never been with two guys at the same time, and I don’t know anything about this nipples game.”

“Okay then, I’ll give you another little clue. Think of a seesaw.”

She was positively giddy.

“A seesaw?” I mulled it over, until recognition finally started to dawn on me. “You mean like…back and forth?”

“Someone’s getting warmer…” she answered, in a sing-song voice.

“Okay,” said Paul, jumping in, “so, what, they were taking turns back and forth? That still doesn’t really seem like cheating.”

“Paul,” I grinned, “remember her first clue: Donny and her ass; Rick and her breasts and pussy. She’s the seesaw.”

Mom started applauding again. “Give the gorgeous girl with the big brain a gold star! Paul, Donny would wait for Rick to pull me his way, then he’d fondle my ass. In the meantime, as they’re sucking my breasts, Rick is playing with my pussy. Donny was the first one, but soon they were both cheating like horny little fiends!”

Listening to all this, I was blown away. “God, Mom, what did you do? I would have lost my mind if I had them playing with my ass and pussy like that, never mind sucking my breasts. And at a drive-in, too? Just you and two wildly horny naked guys?”

“Knowing Mom, she was probably in hard-on heaven!” laughed Paul.

“Definitely!” she answered, laughing right back. “We spent the rest of the movie making out and fooling around like, well, a bunch of horny teenagers. Eventually it wasn’t enough for Rick to touch my pussy; oh no, he had to kiss it and lick it, too. Donny was still sucking my breasts, nipping and biting them like a starving wolf pup, and Rick was down between my legs happily exploring every nanometer of my wet pussy. Whether it was to caress it, or tug on the lips, or curl his fingers inside and fuck me, or just to bury his face there and eat me and eat me and eat me, he couldn’t get enough of my pussy. When he would finally come up for air, Donny would immediately trade places with him. Donny always wanted me on my side or stomach, though, so he could get to my ass. There I’d be, with Rick taking his turn devouring my breasts, and Donny is going his usual crazy on my bottom. Of course with both of them being constantly hard, I had to return the favor. Before long I was sucking whichever one wasn’t licking my ass or pussy, until I’d made them each cum in my mouth and all over my breasts another two or three times apiece.

“They were just insatiable, and not only at the drive-in. On the way home they insisted that I remain naked, even as we drove through our neighborhood and pulled up to the house. That was fine by me. Whenever I was worried that someone might see us, I simply ducked down and dropped my head into one or the other’s lap. I said that they were insatiable, but the truth is, so was I. It really was hard-on heaven for me, and I couldn’t get enough, either. Every time I dropped my head into their laps, I ended up staying there to suck their dicks.

“Once we were parked in the garage, Donny declared that ‘a goddess like you deserves a proper escort.’ Rick just sat there, nodding with a silly grin. The next thing I knew, they were carrying me over their heads into the house, like some Royal Guard ceremoniously bearing Cleopatra through the streets of ancient Egypt.”

“Sounds like they had some serious plans for their sexy queen,” I said, and Paul just rolled his eyes.

“See, that was the oddest thing. I thought just as you did, that they were planning on carrying me upstairs and ravishing me in my bed. Instead, they gently set me down in the den and graciously accepted it without complaint when I told them that I was really tired and wanted to take a nice, soothing shower before climbing beneath the sheets to enjoy a cozy long-distance chat with your father. They could tell that they weren’t in trouble or anything, and right away they took off for the pool. Whooping and hollering, they dove right in.”




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 08



As always, I offer my sincere thanks to EldridgeinOO and annanova for their esteemed editing prowess, not to mention their nearly infinite patience.

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"Rise and shine, chicas!" came Lucinda's musical greeting from the foyer, accompanied by the sound of a set of keys skittering across a glass table top.

"Oh, shit!"

Panicking, Paul quickly shoved me down beneath our thin Afghan blanket. He raised his knees, creating a small tent for me to curl up and hide in, and there was just enough light sneaking through that I could see his huge dick loll forward, right onto the top of my head.

"Well hello there!" I whisper-giggled, leaning up to plant a series of teasing kisses all along the underside of the soft, rubbery shaft.

Upon our return home following my first modeling shoot and our wild day at the beach talking with Mom about all her sexy escapades, I'd dragged my horny baby brother into the shower to do our version of Mom having Rick shave her legs and pussy for her. I say "dragged," but it wasn't as if Paul wasn't totally eager to get his shot at it. See, he had a point to prove...a point of pride. After listening to Mom and me go on and on about how sweet and wonderful Rick is, Paul was determined to show me just how loving he could be, too!

Wow. He definitely didn't disappoint. In between shaving everything but my little landing strip perfectly clean, he must have spent a solid hour simply kissing and nuzzling my legs, from the tips of my toes all the way up to my hips. Using only small handfuls of baby oil, he smoothed it in everywhere, while conspicuously avoiding my pussy. Instead, he kept circling near it, almost touching it, before slowly moving away. Inch by inch, he kept drawing closer, only to pull back.

Ooh, that bastard. He was torturing me. He sat worshipping my legs and ass, coaxing me forward with tingly eyelash kisses and tiny nibbles, right up to the very edge...then he'd slip away, leaving me teetering on the precipice. I have no idea where he learned that stuff, but he was just crazy good.

Well, eventually I'd had enough. I mean, come on. Even Mom broke down and had Rick lick her pussy, and she also let him fuck her a little.

"If you don't hurry up and start doing my pussy, I swear, I'm not going to suck you for a week!" I panted.

I guess he got the message. Circling his lips back to within a hair's breadth of my pouting lips, he stuck his tongue out just so, barely making contact with my smooth slit. I wiggled my hips forward, wanting more, and his tongue tickled its way down to my tight little asshole. "Oooooh, nice," I moaned, "but Mom said you should practice letting me do that to you, not the other way around...."

"Yeah, well, we'll see," he said with a coy smirk, which then morphed into an evil smile. "In the meantime, I know what you really want." Making a firm spearhead of his tongue, he slipped it inside me. Slowly, he began fucking me...in and out, in and out, deeper, faster, circling wider, opening me. Even though he'd only ever eaten my ass a couple of times, god, he was soooo good at it.

"Mmmm, where did you learn how to do all this?" I managed to ask, between appreciative moans. He had my hips and ass dancing like crazy, bouncing off the edge of the shower seat.

"Where do you think?" he answered, pausing to give me another evil grin.

"Mom? But you haven't even had the chance to go down on her yet, so how could she have taught you?"

Pausing again, he gazed up at me from between my legs. He stabbed into me before pulling out, then he treated me to a wonderful tap-tap-tapping of sexy licks all around my tiny hole.

"Nope, not Mom. Think about it, Dawn. I mean, come on...duh."

In my defense, I have to say that my ability to think clearly at that particular moment was probably just a bit compromised by the fact that MY HOT LITTLE BROTHER WAS TOTALLY EATING MY ASS OUT! Still, it finally came to me.

"Lisa? She taught you all these things?" 'Wow,' I thought. 'Girl, you certainly know your stuff. Remind me to thank you, the next time I see you.'

"Well, yeah, some of it," he answered sheepishly. "The rest I got from watching, well, you know...."

"Porn?" I yelped, jumping when he teasingly bit my soft inner lip.

Stopping to admire his handiwork, he laughed. "No, not porn, you idiot. Well, actually, I guess it was kind of like porn. Thank god for hot sisters and their horny cheerleader friends."

Again, with the evil grin.

"You mean thank god for pool parties and upstairs bedrooms for peeping!" Laughing right along with him, I added, "You learned all this just from watching us play?"

"Yep, and also from what you and Lisa have shown me, obviously. I have some killer teachers, you know. Lisa says you've shown her tons of awesome stuff too."

"We all show each other. Trish, though, she's the one who showed us the majority of our oral tricks. Most of what I know, I got it from her, and from Michelle, who also got it from Trish."

"And you learned a lot from Mom, right?"

"Mmmm, definitely. She is absolutely amaaaaaaazing. Even as incredible as Trish and the girls are, Mom is the master. I swear, she's like the High Queen of Sex. I'm almost surprised she hasn't started showing you some of her favorite tricks yet, but I guess you two haven't had much in the way of alone-time so far."

"Not really. Just the couple of times I told you about."

Reaching down to cup his face, I smiled. "And you still blew her away. You did everything right, to where she didn't need to show you anything. You know, you're just as much of a natural as she is."

"Yeah, well, like Trish said, and Mom agrees with her one hundred percent, you're the sexiest one of all. If anyone's a natural, a total sex goddess, it's you. Dawn, you blow everyone away."

"When it comes to being sexy no one can touch Mom, but thank you. Just as long as I blow you away...." Leaning back, I spread my legs.

"No worries there, little girl," he said, slipping his tongue back into my ass. At the same time, he drove two thick fingers into my pussy and began hammering away, igniting a starburst of rapid-fire orgasms that shook my entire body. It felt like sparks were shooting from between my legs, and I cried out in sheer joy.

Satisfied with the results of his initial assault, he slid up my body, until the tip of his swaying cock was nestled between my wet, quivering lips. Guiding my hands to it, he had me hold it steady, poised in my opening.

"Mom is definitely the master, but here's one thing she can't give you..." he breathed, staring into my eyes. God, he was so gorgeous. He was like the world's sexiest werewolf, with the biggest, hottest, most perfect cock.

And it was all for me.

"Mmmm, Paul, fuck me...fuck me deep, baby. No one can fuck me like you do," I moaned, pressing the head inside. "I love you...love you and your gorgeous cock...."

Again, god but did he fuck me, as well as make love to me. Just as Mom makes love to me in a way only she can, making me feel like the most loved, cherished girl in the whole world, Paul takes me to a place I can't even describe. In trying to compare them, the best I can manage is that Mom always makes my heart soar, taking flight on gossamer wings of boundless love and unbridled bliss.

Paul? He shows me heaven. For me, heaven is at the end of a massively long, thick cock, touching me places I never knew existed. It's at the end of a long, thick cock driven home by a man who loves me more than anything, and proves it to me every time I look into his eyes. I don't know that it's possible for me to love anyone more than I love my beautiful Samantha, but the feeling I get when Paul is inside me is something I will never willingly surrender.

"Baby," I panted, glorying in the feeling of his pounding cock stretching my pussy, "when we were driving through Texas you said you would marry me, if only you could. I want you to know something, little brother. I would marry you, too. I will always be yours, and I will never stop wanting you inside me. We're lovers, no different than if we really were married. Mmmm, so fuck me, Paul...make love to your forever girl...."

"Oh, god," he groaned, leaning in to kiss me. He kissed me for days, with so much passion that it took my breath away. No one had ever kissed me like that, and I was a goner. Moaning around his tongue, I drenched his cock with my longest gushing cum ever; still we kept making love, our bodies crashing together in never-ending waves of celebration until, with an anguished cry, he added his own torrent of cum to mine, filling my happy pussy to overflowing.

We made love all night, moving from the shower to the bedroom and finally into the living room, where we fell asleep in each other's arms while watching an old James Bond movie.

And that's where we were, still asleep on the couch, when Lucinda startled us awake the following morning.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. What are you doing sleeping out here?" she asked, breezing into the living room.

"Ummm...fell asleep watching TV, I guess," Paul answered. I gave his rubbery dick a sharp nip, and he clutched at me with his knees to keep me still. After tugging the Afghan up to his chest, he let out a big yawn while stretching his arms.

"You and your sister must have stayed out partying too late, huh? A couple of sweet, innocent babies from Kansas, can't keep up with these California vampires. Better take care, honey. These rich kids, they're real pros," she replied, with teasing glee.

"Who says we're so sweet and innocent? We can handle ourselves."

"Uh-huh, I can see that! It's ten-fifteen, and you're still zonked out on the couch. Very impressive, chica. I suppose your sister is still in bed too, isn't she?" The smile was clear in her voice as she playfully tugged on the blanket. "Anyway, it's time to get up. I need to get started in here."

"Ummm, I can't," he said, nervously.

"What do you mean you can't? Just go sleep in your room, lazy bones."

"No, I mean I really can't, not with you standing here. I'm, you know...."

I felt her tug at the blanket again. Giggling, she exclaimed, "Oooh, nice! Is our handsome gringo naked beneath his pretty blanket?"

Tugging back to hold it in place, Paul answered, "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Yes, I fell asleep out here naked. You got me, okay? Busted."

I felt the pause in the room, and Lucinda said, "I don't see any clothes anywhere. Did you actually come out here naked? Where was Dawn?"

"Out, I guess. I'm not really sure. I didn't see her last night."

"So you decided to get naked and come sleep on the couch. Crazy boy."

'You got that right!' I thought, taking Paul's hardening cock into my mouth. Trying to picture how Mom did it that night on the couch when Rick and Donny were sitting right there, I slowly sucked him all the way down. He jumped a little, making me giggle to myself, and I dragged my teeth right back up his thick length. After doing a couple of long passes up and down, I began swirling my tongue around the head before pressing into his drooling slit. Cupping his balls, I lay perfectly still, savoring the taste of his flowing pre-cum.

I had to give Paul credit. Somehow he was maintaining his composure while continuing to carry on his end of the conversation. "I actually have no idea how I ended up in the living room, much less why I crashed out here naked," he said.

"You probably had a hot date and don't even remember. Did you drink a lot last night?"

"Yeah, that's probably it. Man, though, I really don't remember a thing."

"Poor baby," she cooed, sitting down beside him. Peering through the tiny holes in the Afghan weave, I saw her pat his bare chest. "I'll make you some strong black coffee. That'll help clear your head. In the meantime, why don't you hop up and go grab a shower. When you get out, I'll have a nice hot pot ready for you."

She gave the blanket another tug, pretending to take a peek beneath it. "Hmmm...handsome, naked men in my living room. I may have to tell Dr. Carlisle that his house is very dusty, and perhaps it would be best if I started coming by on Wednesdays and Fridays, too." Sliding her hand up to squeeze Paul's cheeks together, making him do kissy lips, she teased, "Such a pretty boy!" before heading off to the kitchen.

"Ha ha! Real funny there, Dawn!" he whispered, and I popped my head out from beneath the blanket to give him a sunny grin. He took me by the hand, and with the two of us exchanging hushed giggles we made a mad dash for our bedrooms.

~ ~ ~

"Oh, come on, it will be fun! You know she's totally hot for you, and it's what you normally do anyway, so why stop now? Please?"

Having thrown on my Kansas Jayhawks tank top, some tiny pink panties and a fluffy robe, I was sitting on Paul's bed, trying to convince him to head back out to the kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy boxers. He'd just finished his shower, and was standing before me with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Watching as my hand made its way inside the towel and up his thigh, he smiled. "That was a close call out there. Did you see how she kept tugging on my blanket? And there you were, totally driving me crazy, sucking my dick! What if she had gone ahead and really pulled the blanket away?"

"I know! It was all I could do not to laugh. I think I actually did laugh once, when your big dick just flopped right down on top of my head!"

"Yep, I heard you giggle, you moron. You almost got us busted."

I couldn't help but giggle again. I don't know why, but whenever Paul affectionately calls me an "idiot" or a "moron" or whatever, it always makes me happy.

"We're fine. She had no idea I was down there. Jeez, she was so busy scoping you out, you know she didn't notice anything else. So, come on, give her a thrill. She will absolutely love seeing you bounce around in your thin little boxers. Here, let's get you started..." I said, undoing his towel and tossing it onto the bed. His hanging cock was already semi-hard, and I took it in my hand. God, it was so thick...so deliciously heavy. Staring up at him, I added, "And hey, you have to admit, she is kind of hot."

She really was, actually. Probably in her mid-thirties, and standing only an inch or two over five feet tall, and barely a hundred pounds soaking wet, she reminded me of a smaller Lisa; maybe like Lisa's flirty aunt, or something. She had the same sort of big, smoky dark eyes and long, straight, deep brown hair, and a spicy Venezuelan accent. Nice full lips, too. I could tell she also had quite the curvy little figure, though she wasn't exactly much of a show-off about it. Rather than a traditional sexy maid's outfit topped off by a slinky pair of high heels, which would have been so cool, she usually wore tight, faded jeans, Reebok tennis shoes and a snug t-shirt, always with a bra.

Very casual, but she definitely made it work.

"You think it would be fun, huh?" asked Paul, with a knowing grin. "And what will you be doing? For that matter, why should I be the only one? If I'm going out there in just my boxers, then you have to ditch your robe. Fair is fair."

Bringing his warm, pulsing cock to my mouth, I ran the tip around my lips while shrugging off my robe. "Fair is fair," I repeated, parting my lips to take him inside. After holding him there for just a few heartbeats, I pulled back with a happy sigh. "Mmmm, god, the way you feel when you grow hard inside my mouth. If I could bottle that feeling, we'd be instant millionaires. But okay, not too much now. We don't want you fully erect, jutting out a foot when you're drinking your coffee in front of her. She'd probably freak. No, thick, weighty and bouncy is good. It'll make her mouth water for sure, and it won't scare her off. Come on, let's find you some nice ones."

I led him over to his dresser and started rummaging through his underwear drawer. When I found the powder blue pair I wanted, I held it up to the morning light. "Perfect," I said, showing Paul how easily we could see my wiggling fingers through the thin material. "I love how you look in these. I bet she will, too. C'mere...."

He came over and stood at my side, and I knelt before him. "Lift..." I said. He raised one foot, then the other, and I slid those threadbare little boxers up his legs and over his hips, but only after pausing at his ass to give it a couple of playful squeezes. His massive erection was sticking straight out a solid foot or so, making his usual obscene tent. Giving it a friendly pat and a happy kiss, I smiled. "I'll go out first and chat her up over coffee. Once you have this guy somewhat under control," I continued, kissing his exposed shaft through the stretched-open fly, "come on out and join us."

"That might take a while," he answered, grinning at the sight of his enormous dick, and my lips trailing kisses up and down his steely length.

"Okay, I'll be good now," I said, with an innocent grin. I came to my feet and did a little twirl for him, showing him my ass in my tiny panties. "So you really want me to go out there like this? Other than for the giant hard-on it'll give you, I doubt she'll even notice. She wants to see what's in your underwear, not mine."

"Don't be so sure, Dawn. I've already caught her checking you out a couple of times. She likes what she sees, even when you're just wearing your little running shorts and a tank top. In those panties, and with your awesome breasts showing the way they do in that teensy top? Oh yeah, she's going to notice, big time."

"That would be awesome! God, I hope you're right. This could wind up being even more fun than I thought!"

He just shook his head and laughed. "You're retarded, you know that?"

Jumping into his arms, I gave him a big, happy hug and a million sloppy kisses. "That's why you love me!" I crowed.

"Well, not only because of that. There's also this...." Setting me down, he took me by the hips and spun me around, then he pulled my panties to my knees and gave my bare ass a huge motorboat, just like Mom does it! "Bwoooooarrrrr!" he growled, thrashing his face back and forth between my bouncing cheeks, until I collapsed onto his bed in a fit of hysterical giggles.

That wasn't enough for him, though. Oh no, not my ass-crazy baby brother!

WHACK! WHACK!

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"Ooh, yes..." I moaned, pooching my hips up nice and high, encouraging him to spank my bare bottom to his heart's content, until finally I was cumming and cumming and cumming....

~ ~ ~

"Mmmm, g'morning," I said sleepily, yawning and stretching as I swayed my hips back and forth beneath the marble archway. Standing at the edge of the kitchen, with the brilliant late-morning sunlight pouring over me through the open windows, I greeted Lucinda with a contented purr. "Whatcha doing?" I asked, raising my crossed arms high above my head, continuing my sexy wake-up performance. Still dancing my hips with my arms held aloft, I turned a skosh to the side, offering her the sight of my feline preening in fully illuminated profile.

She smiled in seeming appreciation. "Another lazy bones, I see."

"Another?" Bouncing on the balls of my feet, I thrust my ass out and stretched my arms as high as they would go before turning to her with an answering smile.

"Your baby brother was asleep too, just now. I think I caught him by surprise."

She gave me a gleeful smirk.

"You already did his room?"

"Oh no, chica, I haven't gotten to the bedrooms yet. He was asleep on the couch in the living room when I showed up. He was a little embarrassed about it, too. He was naked."

We both laughed, and I said, "Seriously? You caught him naked on the couch? That's awesome!"

"Well, yes and no. I didn't actually see him naked. He was covered up to his stomach by a blanket. When I told him to go sleep in his bedroom so I could start doing the living room, he admitted he was naked, but couldn't remember how he ended up that way. I teased him, saying, 'I think our handsome boy might have had too many cervezas last night!'"




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 08



"Yep, that sounds like Paul, for sure. When it comes to alcohol, he's a total lightweight."

"Perhaps so," she said, pausing for effect. "But I don't really think that's what happened last night."

"What do you mean?" I replied, worried that she might know more than she was letting on. Entering the kitchen, I tried to act as casual as possible. "What do you think happened?" I asked, opening the fridge and sticking my head inside.

I knew then that Paul was right. I could tell she was checking out my ass. So, remaining bent at the waist, I continued to poke around inside the fridge, thinking, 'If I do a good enough job of distracting her, maybe I can get her to change the subject.'

It almost worked. Her voice sort of caught in her throat before she paused again and said, "There was no alcohol on his breath, or anywhere else. The only thing I noticed was the scent of, well...."

"Of...?" I repeated, turning to her with a mischievous smile.

She leveled her gaze at me, and I could see that it was a real struggle for her to tear her eyes from my bare thighs. Try as she might, her glance kept stealing down my body. I felt my nipples beginning to harden, and I crossed my arms beneath my breasts in exaggerated anticipation.

"Of sex," she continued, flashing her own mischievous grin. "That wasn't alcohol, oh no, chica. It was some pretty girl. That's why he was naked. He tried to act like he couldn't remember, but I know better."

"And you let him off the hook? Oh my god, you should have teased him to death about it. I would have, if I were you."

"Oh, believe me, I definitely considered it. And I did tease him, honey...just not about that."

"Well, it would serve him right. Next time, I hope you show him no mercy. If he's going to let you catch him naked, he deserves all the teasing you can give him.

"So, wow, he really smelled like sex? I mean, you could smell the girl, too?"

I resisted the temptation to run my hands down my body and bring them to my nose. Instead, I watched as her attention seemed to shift from her recollections of Paul and the scents in the living room to a discreet yet unmistakable studying of my body. In particular, her furtive glances kept returning to my tiny panties. I was very wet, and I knew she could see my moist strip of pubic hair and smooth lips through the sheer fabric. Raising her glance, her subtle gaze drifted to my barely-covered breasts. My nipples were fully erect.

"Yes," she answered, scarcely above a whisper. "I could smell their lovemaking. It filled the room." She glanced down at her own gorgeous breasts, and her suddenly erect nipples. Taking a deep breath, she thrust them out with obvious pride. "Honey, I'm a wife as well as a mother. I know that lovely aroma. His skin held the scent of a woman's precious flower."

"Lucinda, that is absolutely beautiful," I said, staring at her in wonder. God, she reminded me more and more of Lisa every minute.

"Isn't it?" she answered, her smiling eyes shining sweetly.

"Definitely. So, there were no clothes at all? Not even his shorts or whatever?"

"Nope, nothing. No girl's clothes, either. The least she could have done was leave him her panties as a nice memento."

"Maybe she wasn't wearing any," I said, making her grin. "But wait, you're sure it was actual sex you smelled, and not just, you know...." I made the universal motion of a guy jacking off.

We both laughed.

"No, chica, absolutely not. It wasn't only the scent of your handsome brother's pleasure filling the room. I was certainly aware of that, too, but her scent was also there. It was all over him. I could smell her in his hair, on his chest and stomach, and even on his face. Somewhere this morning walks one very happy girl."

I loved the elegant, almost formal way she phrased things, complemented by her sexy Spanish accent. Grinning delightedly, I gave her a big hug. "You are just the coolest chick ever," I gushed. Although she seemed a bit taken aback, nevertheless she returned my hug with equal affection. Thankfully I had also grabbed a quick shower while Paul took his, so I wasn't worried that my scent would be too obvious to our hot little South American bloodhound.

"So you think my baby brother is handsome, huh?" I teased, pulling back to give her an accusing smile.

"Mmmm, muy guapo, from his pretty head right down to his gigante feet," she answered dreamily. Taking me by the hands, she made a show of looking me up and down. "You are both so very beautiful," she added, and I hugged her again.

"Wait until you see my mom," I said, with a quiet giggle.

"I can only imagine," she sighed. "She must be like a shimmering goddess, descended from the heavens."

Beaming, I pulled back again. "That's exactly how I always describe her: a total goddess! God, you are so awesome!"

I hugged her excitedly, and I think she was just as delighted as I was. She certainly seemed to share my joy, laughing with me and hugging me like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"What are you guys so happy about?" we heard Paul ask with a wary chuckle, and Lucinda's eyes practically popped out of her head before she managed to get hold of herself. Paul had come sauntering into the kitchen, his amazing cock leading the way, and I felt Lucinda stiffen in my arms.

"Muy guapo...muy, muy guapo..." she whispered to me, and again I had to stifle a giggle.

"What were you just saying, about something being gigante?" I whispered back, nipping at her ear.

"Dios mío, chica. It looks like a hanging oak branch."

"I know, and the best thing is, he has no idea. He always walks around the house like that. It drives Mom crazy."

"Again, I can only imagine," she said wistfully, eyeing his mouthwatering bulge. "What is that woman feeding you two, anyway?"

Leaning close, I whispered, "She says he takes after his father. Anyway, don't say anything. Just enjoy it. Muy guapo, right?"

"Mmmm-hmmmmm, muy guapo..." she repeated, nipping my ear right back. "May I at least tease him some more, like when we were in the living room?"

"You'd better!" I answered, and this time I couldn't prevent myself from giggling out loud.

"Okay, enough already, you two. What's with all the whispering and giggling?" Pouring himself a cup of coffee, Paul stood facing us at the kitchen counter with another accusing smirk.

Lucinda slid her hands down to give my exposed bottom a playful squeeze and a couple of affectionate pats. "Oh, your sister here was just telling me about your beautiful mother, is all. Nothing to worry your pretty head about, crazy naked boy."

"Yeah, Paul, what's all this Lucinda was telling me about finding you naked on the couch, hmmm?" I moved over to him and snapped the waistband of his skimpy boxers. "You usually at least wear these around the house. So, what, now that you're in California you're going to start running around totally naked?"

I think Lucinda's little trick of letting Paul see her touch my bare ass had achieved the intended effect. Whereas Paul had entered the kitchen with his cock showing nicely long and thick, but still hanging soft and heavy, already it had started to grow. Stretching conspicuously down his left thigh, the lengthening bulge was beginning to tent its ultra-lightweight covering.

Grinning sheepishly, he shook his head at the two of us. "If she told you all that, then she also told you that she didn't actually see anything, and that I don't even know how I wound up sleeping naked on the couch."

"Suuuuure..." I answered, grinning at Lucinda, who was fighting a losing battle in her efforts to avoid ogling my baby brother's noticeably hardening cock.

"He's right, chica," she said, biting her bottom lip, which I thought was a sexy touch. This woman was a killer tease. "I didn't see him naked. He was always covered by his blanket."

I was having too much fun, and I decided to turn up the heat. Stretching again onto the balls of my feet, I leaned up and over the counter, ostensibly to look through the cupboards for a coffee cup. The main thing was to offer them both a clear shot of my ass. "Fine," I continued, taking my sweet time, "but that still doesn't explain what he was doing out there in the first place, sleeping naked on the couch. Come on, Paul, you have to do better than some lame 'I don't remember!' story. Spill it, little brother."

When I eventually turned back to them, I noticed Lucinda's nipples were as hard as rocks. Paul followed my guiding glance, and Lucinda brought her hand to her breast, pretending to pick at some imaginary piece of lint or something. She was letting him look.

That little devil, she was enjoying our teasing game as much as I was.

A wicked idea hit me, and I said, "Hold that thought. I'll be right back." I ran upstairs to my bedroom and grabbed my phone. My plan was to get Mom involved, knowing she would absolutely tease the bejeezus out of poor Paul and, by extension, Lucinda too. I also thought it would be good to give those two a little alone-time, especially with Paul well on his way to sporting another of his usual ginormous hard-ons. Lucinda showing off her breasts for him was just icing on the cake.

Unfortunately, Mom said she couldn't talk just then, explaining that she had both hands buried in an Italian meatloaf she was making for a casual dinner party that night. "Give me about ten minutes, sweetie. In the meantime, here, talk to your father."

"Hi, Daddy!" I chirped while bounding back down the stairs.

"Hi yourself there, punkin'. What's shakin'?"

"Oh, I was just—" I started to say, but I was stunned into silence. I think my jaw literally dropped.

"Honey? Are you okay?"

"Oh my god!" I whispered into the phone. "I can't believe it...."

And I really couldn't. As I entered the kitchen, I saw Paul still leaning on the counter, with his arms crossed. Noticing the smug look on his face, I turned to see Lucinda...shimmying out of her skintight jeans! And she had already taken off her t-shirt!

Paul was standing there with his semi-hard cock making a massive bulge in his boxers, and Lucinda stood to face him in just her bra and panties, sporting the same smug smile.

"Hey, chica!" she said, laughing at my shocked expression.

Paul was hella proud of himself. "Dawn, whatever you do, never give Lucinda a dare. As you can see, she won't back down."

"Oh no, never. My tía Maria sat me on her lap one day when I was just a little niña and said, 'Chica, if someone is foolish enough to offer my brave sobrina a dare, you must always make him eat his words!'" Still sporting that same smug grin, she turned back to Paul. "Chomp chomp, pretty boy...chomp chomp!"

"Dawn?! What's going on?" came Dad's laughing voice through the phone.

Paul grabbed the phone from me. "Hey, Dad. Dawn's freaking out because I dared Lucinda to strip down to her bra and panties, and she actually did it!" I heard Dad's laughter, then he said something, and Paul answered, "Yeah, Lucinda is right here in the kitchen with us, wearing nothing but her underwear. Anyway, I figured, you know, why not? Dawn and I are in our underwear, so why shouldn't she join us? She made such a big, happy fuss about catching me naked on the couch, and—"

Again with Dad's laughter, followed by more jibber-jabber.

"Nah, it wasn't like that. I was under a blanket. She didn't see nuthin', but these two are still making a big deal over it. So, what the hell, since they're having so much fun, why not try to even things up a bit, right?"

Dad said something, and Paul handed me back the phone.

"Well hello again, kitten. You know this is pure torture for your poor mother, not being able to hear all this."

"I know! That's why I called!" I put my hand over my mouth and spoke in a whisper. "I wanted to get Mom in on it, but I never expected Paul to do something like that. And I definitely didn't expect to come back down and find Lucinda in just her bra and panties! This is so cool!"

"So what now?" he asked.

"Good question," I answered, and I repeated it to Paul and Lucinda. "So, okay, you two, what now? Paul, do you have any more crazy dares for Little Miss Ballsy here?"

Lucinda actually blushed, which was so adorable. "Hey, he started it," she said shyly. She was still smiling, though.

What an amazing woman. And now that I could see her entire body, I thought she was even more amazing.

"Does your husband know you wear such sexy things to work?" I teased.

She struck a sassy pose for us, setting her hands on her hips and thrusting out her tits. "He likes for me to wear pretty things. My husband is a very amorous man!"

We all laughed, and she added, "Like my tía Maria, my husband also wouldn't approve of his brave esposa backing down from a dare, especially from Señor Pretty Boy here."

"Well, you done good!" I said, scoping her up and down.

"Gracias. It's not just beautiful chicas like you, you know. Sometimes I like to be pretty, too."

"Girl, 'pretty' doesn't even begin to describe you. I mean, wow...." I turned to Paul. "Amazing, huh?"

Again, I had to hand it to him. He sure wasn't being bashful. Nope, he was fully ogling her gorgeous tits, which were showcased to perfection in her push-up white lace bra. Her rosy areolas and delectably erect nipples showed through clear as day through the gauzy lace, and she wasn't the least bit shy about letting us check her out. And while her matching white panties weren't quite as tiny and totally sheer as the ones I was wearing, she still looked absolutely spectacular in them.

She was stunning, and she knew it. Basking in the heat of our open stares, she was reveling in it.

Strutting over to Paul, she set her hand directly on his growing bulge. "So, do you have any other cocky dares for me, crazy naked boy?"

Poor Paul. He took a big gulp and stammered, "I...ummm...nope, I'm good."

"Are you suuuure?" she asked in a sing-song voice, mimicking the teasing tone I'd used on him earlier. He was now fully hard, and she started in on a long, slow stroking of his immense shaft. "I see the way you look at me, and this erección gigante doesn't lie." At her mention of 'gigante' she gave me a sly wink.

"Dad, you should see this," I said, laughing over Lucinda's wicked performance. "Paul is blushing like a schoolgirl!"

"Paul's there too?" he asked.

'Huh?' I thought. Confused, I sort of just stared at the phone. "Dad, of course Paul's here. What do you mean?"

"Oh. I mean, ummm...right. So how is everything going out there in sunny California?"

Pausing, I said, "Everything's going great, Dad. Things couldn't be better. I love it here."

By that point Paul was too flummoxed to form complete sentences, and Lucinda proudly stepped back to show me the insane hard-on she'd given him.

"I think Paul pretty much loves it here, too!" I continued, making Lucinda laugh.

She came over and stood beside me. Motioning to Paul, she smiled happily. "What is that old American movie saying, 'I think my job here is done,' or something like that?" She gestured to Paul, who immediately sought refuge at the kitchen table. Sliding his chair in until his stomach was touching the table top, he tried to hide his towering erection.

"I should probably get to work now," she continued, with a proud gleam in her eye. "I mean actual housekeeping work, the kind Dr. Carlisle pays me to do, you know?"

"If you must," I answered, giving her a theatrical sigh.

"This is so much fun!" she whispered. "If you don't mind, I think I'll leave my jeans and top off, okay?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way," I whispered back. "In fact, if you want to take your bra and panties off too...." Shooting her an evil grin, I comically raised my eyebrows.

She slid her arm around my waist. "I will if you will."

"Ooh, is that a dare?" I asked, swishing my hips.

"Crazy baby," she answered, and she gave me a sisterly squeeze. "You are so bad."

"What do you think, Dad?" I whispered. "Should we ease up on him, or what?"

"Sweetie, this stuff is way more up your mother's alley. And hey, look! Here she is now! Bye!"

"Coward!" I called after him, as he handed Mom the phone.

"Shit howdy!" I heard him say, laughing off into the distance.

"Hi, baby! Hi, Paul! Hi, Lucinda!"

Just pure Mom, as happy and gorgeous as ever.

With his flagpole cock now only showing at half-mast, Paul sat smirking at me. "You suck. You really, truly suck."

I stuck my tongue out at him and switched to speakerphone. "Hi, Mom! The gang's all here! Would you like to meet Lucinda? You'll love her. She is an absolute doll."

Lucinda's warm, shining eyes registered both surprise and gratitude as I handed her the phone. "Buenos días, señora...excuse me, Missus Summers," she added, apparently feeling the need to correct herself. "It is my pleasure to meet you. I must say, you have two very lovely children."

"Oh my! Thank you, Lucinda. And yes, I am awfully proud of them. I miss my beautiful babies every day."

"Your daughter has told me so much about you. As proud of her as you are, I think she's even more proud of her gorgeous mother. She says she can't wait for me to meet you."

She squeezed me again, and I slid my hand up her back, to her bra clasp.

I stared into her eyes, and she nodded. "A dare is a dare," I said, glancing over at Paul.

"A dare is a dare," she repeated, and I unhooked the clasp. She rolled her shoulders one at a time, allowing me to slip the straps down each arm. With her breasts bared, she tossed her bra onto the table.

"Ooh, what's the dare this time?" asked Mom.

"Holy crap," said Paul. "I think Dawn dared Lucinda to strip totally naked, and Lucinda is actually doing it."

"Yes, she did," Lucinda answered, grinning as I began tugging down her lacy panties. I went to my knees before her and slid them the rest of the way off. Holding them up like a trophy, I twirled them around my finger, until Lucinda grabbed them from me and flipped them onto the counter.

"But there's still the other part of the dare," she said, staring down at me. "Now the beautiful chica also has to strip naked. Señora, does your daughter have your permission to take off all her clothes in front of us? I should tell you, your son is right here watching us."

I was curious as to how Mom would respond to that one. I knew she wouldn't say too much, yet I also knew that she couldn't resist adding fuel to the fire. A teasing opportunity like this? It was tailor-made for her.

"What is Dawn doing now, Lucinda? Where is she?"

"She's down on her knees, staring up at me. She just removed my panties."

"Uh-oh!" laughed Mom. "Girl, you better watch out!"

'Alright, Mom!' I silently exclaimed. She was giving me the okay to play!

"What do I need to watch out—" Lucinda started to say, then she let out a breathy gasp.

"That's what you need to watch out for!" giggled Mom. "Let me guess...hmmm...teasing fingertip circles, or tender kisses...inner thighs, or something even sweeter...."

"All four, Mom!" crowed Paul. "She started off tickling and kissing her thighs before moving right to the very top!"

"Oh, Madre de Dios!" laughed Lucinda, practically jumping through the roof when I licked her glistening pussy. "Ooh, pretty chica!"

"Hey, a dare is a dare..." I said, reaching around to take her ass in my hands. I made her shriek when I pressed my face directly to her slit and stabbed my tongue inside. Pausing to flash her a sinister smile, I added, "And nobody said I couldn't play a little, right?"

"Ooh, you sneaky little devil, get up here!" She pulled me to my feet and spun me around.

"What?!" I exclaimed, laughing my head off. "I'm innocent! I'm a good girl! Mom, tell her!"




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 08



"Oh, you're a very good girl, but you're also a big, fat cheater. And I bet Lucinda knows exactly how to deal with big, fat cheaters, don't you?"

"You know it, Missus Summers. When my little angels get caught with their hands in the cookie jar, they know just what to expect from their mother," she said, tugging down my panties.

"You're not going to spank her, are you? You would never do that, would you? Dawn is eighteen now. She's a grown woman. You can't spank a grown woman's bare bottom!"

God, she was laying it on thick. Knowing what it does to me when someone spanks my bare ass, she couldn't wait to hear Lucinda have at me.

"Señora, grown woman or not, your beautiful angel is going to get what's coming to her." She tugged my panties all the way to my feet, and I stepped out of them. "This too," she said, pulling my Kansas Jayhawks top over my head. "The other part of the dare," she added gleefully.

Paul was beside himself. "Mom, holy shit, Lucinda stripped Dawn totally naked, and now she has her bent over the kitchen counter. I think she's going to do it. I seriously think she's going to spank her!"

I couldn't suppress my grin. "Hey, what about you, naked boy? You were the one who started this, and now we're doing all the dares?" I looked over my shoulder at Lucinda. "Let's get 'im."

"Wait!" he said. "Okay, fine. You don't need to attack me. Jeez!" Pulling his chair out, he stood and whipped off his boxers in a single motion. "There! Are you two happy now?" he laughed, and with Lucinda looking on in wide-eyed astonishment he waved his cock at us, showing her every inch of his majestic erection.

"Mom, Paul is doing it again! He's waving his gigantic naked boner at us!" I shouted, nearly doubling over in laughter.

"Missus Summers—" Lucinda said, her eyes locked on Paul's massive hard-on.

"Please, call me Samantha."

"Okay, Samantha, from one mother to another, I really do want to know what you fed these two growing up. Whatever your secret is, please, you have to tell me. Your son, he has the biggest, most gorgeous polla I've ever seen, and your daughter's amazing culo is like the work of a master sculptor."

"I told you, wait until you meet my mom," I said. "Once you see her, you'll know. She's the most beautiful woman in the whole world."

"That's enough about me," said Mom. "Lucinda, weren't you about to teach my wicked daughter a lesson?"

"Excellent point," Paul replied. He came over and stood right by my side, then he gave me a gentle nudge in the lower back. Once he had me bent at the waist with my back properly arched, he grinned at Lucinda. "Give it to her good."

Lucinda appeared torn. She was staring at my waiting ass, and also at Paul's swaying erection, which just happened to be bumping both my bare ass cheek and her curvy hip. She and I exchanged looks, and I nodded.

"I think we should both give it to her good," she said, with another of her coy grins. Setting her left hand on one side of my ass, she guided his near hand to my other cheek.

"What about your right hand?" he asked.

"Oh, don't worry. I have a plan for that one, too." With practiced grace, she ran her palm over the length of his bobbing shaft. "Now, you first...."

Oh my god, but was that one of the hottest moments of my life. There I was, bent over a kitchen counter, offering up my bare ass for all the spanking my horny baby brother and our sexy new friend were willing to give me. Making it even better, she was openly stroking his huge erection, sometimes while rubbing it directly against my ass and pussy.

And all the while, we had Mom right there with us, cheering us on. Lord, but did they make me cum. Paul and Lucinda almost seemed to be in a competition, driving each other harder and harder, until they were simply assaulting my wet, pulsing bottom.

Which is why I really wanted to kill the person who rang the doorbell.

Lucinda instantly panicked, and so did Paul. He grabbed his shorts and ran upstairs, his bouncing erection looking like a boat oar slapping wildly out of control in its rowlock, while Lucinda dashed off to the nearest bathroom. She didn't even grab any of her things. She just bolted.

Meanwhile, Mom couldn't stop laughing. "Hey, what's going on? Why did you guys stop? She wasn't finished yet!" she said, managing to squeeze it in between fits of laughter.

"Mom," I giggled, "someone's at the door. When the doorbell rang, Paul and Lucinda totally bailed."

"Well then, sweetie, I guess you'd better go answer it."

I could totally picture her sexy smile.

"Like this?" I asked, giggling again.

"What were you wearing before Lucinda stripped you naked?"

"Just my pink Victoria's Secret panties and my Jayhawks tank top."

"As tender as your poor bottom probably feels right now, I would imagine that you really don't want to have to put your panties back on anytime soon. Maybe you should at least throw on your top, though."

"Yeah, you're probably right. Hold on...." I grabbed my little tank top and slipped it over my head. "Okay."

I went to the door and took a peek through one of the little side windows. No one was there, but someone had left a large box on the porch. It was only a few feet away, so I walked out and picked it up. A second later a UPS truck came rolling by, and the driver honked his horn at me.

"Woooo!" he shouted, and I shouted it right back.

"Woooo!" shouted Mom, adding to the chorus, and I waved to the man as he drove off.

Once I was back in the house, she asked, "Was he at least cute?"

"I guess so, for a middle-aged chubby guy."

"After that show you just put on for him, you know he's going to make a point of coming back...again and again and again."

"You mean like that one blond FedEx hunk back in Lawrence? Is that why he always comes to the door and waits to get a signature on everything?"

"I plead the Fifth!" she giggled. "Besides, little girl, it's not just me. You answer the door and sign for deliveries too, you know. And you're usually wearing a whole lot less than I am."

"Yeah, well, what are you always telling me? 'Like mother, like daughter,' right?"

"It sure is fun, isn't it? Anyway, okay, I probably need to get going here. We're having a few of your father's friends over tonight, and I still have a million things to do."

That reminded me of something.

"Mom, has Dad seemed a little off lately?"

"What do you mean, sweetie?"

"I mean 'off,' like kind of a weird 'off.' When he and I were talking just now, he totally forgot that he had spoken with Paul only two seconds earlier. Then, when I asked him about it, he seemed a little confused. Mom, he even used 'ummm' in a sentence, and he wasn't trying to be funny. I don't know. It was just weird."

"Honestly, honey, no, other than some nasty headaches he's had over the past few weeks I haven't noticed anything unusual. He was probably just distracted."

"And why would that be? What were you doing there in the kitchen, hmmmmm? Were you two being baaaaaad again? Just imagine, parents engaging in that sort of behavior. I swear, what is the world coming to?"

"Dawn Christina Summers!" she guffawed. "Why, I ought to put you over my knee and give you a good paddling! The problem is, I know you'd love it!"

"So does that mean you won't?" I answered, hitting her with my best pouty voice. "If it would help, I could always pretend that I don't like it."

That smile of hers, god, it could melt an iceberg. "Baby, what am I going to do with you? I miss you so damn much."

"Mom, you know exactly what you're going to do with me. You're going to fly out here next week and paddle me silly, then you're going to let me absolutely fuck your brains out. Paul, too."

"Mmmm, Paul too, huh? The two of you, teaming up on your sweet, innocent mother? It sounds like I better eat my Wheaties."

"Oh, don't worry, I'm sure we'll both come up with something nice for you to eat. Anyway, I should probably go let those two scaredy-cats know the coast is clear. I think Lucinda is still hiding in the bathroom."

After finishing up with Mom, I went to go find Lucinda. I knocked on the downstairs bathroom door, and when she opened it I offered her my hand. "False alarm. It was just the UPS guy. You can come on out." Rather than come with me, though, she pulled me right in, closing the door behind me.

"I can't believe we did that!" she said, hopping up onto the sink counter. "Come here, chica." I moved into her arms, and she whispered, "I can't believe you did that, and right in front of your brother. Have you done that before? I mean, with your brother watching?"

"Mmmm-hmmm, I have. He's watched me play with some of my cheerleader girlfriends. The girl he's with now, she and I were lovers long before I helped them hook up."

She spread her legs and looked into my eyes. "Would you like to finish what you started?"

"Mmmmmm-hmmm!" I purred, sliding down her body. I didn't go straight for her pussy, though. Instead, I took her breasts in my hands while tracing a line of kisses along her collarbone. From there I trailed that same line of kisses between her breasts, until I captured a dusky nipple between my teeth.

"Mmmm, I can tell you've done this many times. You are very skilled with your kisses. Lower, chica, lower. I love having my nipples sucked, but right now I need your pretty mouth on my pussy."

Sliding all the way down, I paused between her legs to give her a silly grin. "Yes, ma'am! Your wish is my command!" I dipped my head and gave her silky lips a teasing nip. Having licked her pussy in the kitchen, I already knew she was completely shaved. She didn't even have a small landing strip or anything. Nope, she was just like Trish and Lisa...baby smooth.

Fine by me. Mom and Michelle are also completely smooth, at least where it counts!

"So playful," she smiled, caressing my face as I planted light kisses all around her gorgeous sex. She could tell I was intentionally brushing past her shining pink opening. "Always teasing, aren't you? Exquisite little tortures...mmmm, your young girlfriends taught you this?"

"They taught me all sorts of things..." I said, ever so slowly pressing my tongue into her fragrant well. I began a steady tongue-fucking, debating as I was penetrating her whether to give her the full Lana Treatment. Did I really want to ravage her and send her screaming to the moon?

'No,' I decided, 'not this first time...not just yet. Save that for later. Let's just give her a nice, warm cum.'

It really was nice, too. Treating her to a slower, more gentle lovemaking, it reminded me of the night I spent in Mom's bed. Instead of trying to show her every trick I knew in an effort to pound her into a series of explosive orgasms, I took my time and savored her pussy, and her entire body. She had the sweetest, most delicate labia that blushed a deeper and deeper scarlet with every touch of my tongue, and her high, firm breasts with their achingly erect nipples seemed hardwired to her tantalizing clit. I think what I enjoyed most about her, though, was the way she was so beautifully responsive. Every teasing lick or caressing kiss resulted in another musical moan and a sexy writhing of her hips, until it felt like she was the one who was directing everything, even as she let me do whatever I wanted.

When I finally coaxed her into tender surrender, my reward was a lovely trembling of her thighs and tummy, accompanied by a gorgeous low moan and a warm flowing over my tongue.

Her pussy was like butter, melting in my mouth.

"Is that what you had in mind?" I grinned, sliding my way back up her body and into her welcoming arms.

"Ooh, chica, so good...soooooo good. Yes, baby, that is exactly what I had in mind." She brought her hands to my face, and for the first time we kissed. I quickly discovered that I loved kissing her, too. Her mouth was just like her pussy. It had the same sort of warmth and velvety softness, and it even had a similar taste. I can't explain it, but it made me think of cinnamon rolls...fresh-out-of-the-oven cinnamon rolls.

Pausing to gaze into her eyes, I said, "You just let me know, whenever you want me to do that for you. It really is my pleasure."

"Mmmm, between your soft lips and beautiful body, I think I may be in very deep trouble. What will I tell my husband?"

Her smile was pure serenity.

"And don't forget Señor Pretty Boy," I teased. "As much as you enjoy my soft lips, I think you like his 'hanging oak branch' even more."

"Young, wonderful Paul...gigante...so thick, so hot to the touch. I think where your handsome baby brother's polla enorme is concerned, perhaps there are some things my amorous husband would be happier not to know."

Casting a glance down at our bare breasts touching, she asked, "So are we going to remain naked?"

I pulled her close for another hug. "I don't see why not. Let's go check on Paul."

I led her out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, where we found him making a bagel. To Lucinda's clear disappointment, he had put his boxers back on. Even though he'd just been naked with us, his eyes still bugged out when he turned to see us pulling up a couple of chairs at the table. Returning to his bagel, he grinned and shook his head.

"Uh-uh, I don't think so, mister," I said, going to him and bringing him over to the table. I stood him directly before Lucinda and took a seat next to her. He wasn't hard, but that didn't matter. Even when soft, it made a powerful impression. I turned to Lucinda. "Would you like to do the honors?"

She didn't say a word. Instead, she brought her hands to his hips and carefully hooked her thumbs inside the stretchy waistband. Inch by inch, she slowly lowered those soft blue boxers. Right away, Paul began to grow hard. She left his boxers sitting halfway down his hips, to where his dark pubic hair was just beginning to show. Almost as if she were in a trance, she reached out and grasped the end of his rising bulge. Then, she simply held it.

"So strong," she whispered, seemingly to herself. Bringing her second hand into play, she set one behind the other. Even with both hands holding him, still there were a good three or four inches of hard shaft showing, never mind the large crown.

"I have to see," she said, and she slipped the waistband down until his full erection sprang forth, bobbing and swaying before her glazed eyes. Again she brought both hands to it; pulling it down, squeezing it, hefting it, tugging on it and stretching it, she wanted to see just how long and thick it really was. She set it alongside her slender forearm, and she looked up at him.

"You're as big as my arm." She turned to me. "Your brother's cock is as big as my arm."

"I know. It's incredible, isn't it? And it's so beautiful."

"It really is. It's so very beautiful." She cradled it in her open palm. With her other hand she caressed the top of the shaft. "It's like a sleeping dragon."

"Only it's not asleep," I said, watching as a drop of silky pre-cum seeped from the milky slit.

"It's stirring..." she answered. "It's hungry, readying to take flight."

She leaned forward, studying it closely. The pearly drop was growing. Her lips parted, and the tip of her tongue touched it. She held still, letting it pool there.

"Taste him," I whispered, breathing it into her ear.

Her eyes flickered, and her tongue slid beneath the tapered crown. Her bottom hand moved to cup his heavy balls. Drawing a sharp breath, he gave a slight hiss. Her caressing hand journeyed down his shaft, encircling the base. Then her tongue began to swirl. She laved his drooling tip, gathering those precious pearls.

"Take him." This time, I slipped my tongue into her ear.

Holding him steady, she opened her mouth and slid it over my baby brother's heavily ridged, mushroom-shaped head. She could barely make it fit.

"Wider...open nice and wide...take him..." I said, and I slid my hand up her back and over her shoulder. Paul was simply enormous; as thick and throbbing hard as I'd ever seen him. I slipped my hand down her arm and across to her breast. She made a hissing sound very much like Paul's when I captured her nipple, then her mouth stretched around his shaft.

Slowly, methodically, like a python taking a wild boar, she worked her jaws along the first few inches. She gave a muffled cry of delight when she suddenly slid halfway down, then she began sucking him.

Lord, but did she suck him. Once she'd managed to get it started, it was as if the floodgates had come crashing open. She was on fire; a woman possessed. She clearly wasn't going for style points. No, she was hell-bent on taking his cock and earning his cum.

I giggled to myself, imagining the shock she would be in for when Paul finally did give her what she wanted. 'Don't be thinking you're going to get away with just one mouthful, or one big swallow. As much cum as those giant balls have stored up after all the teasing we've subjected them to today, he's going to blow your head off. Just keep swallowing, girl...keep swallowing. Even when you think he has to be done and you can't take any more, keep swallowing.'

"Ay dios mío! It's like sucking a horse!" she laughed, pulling back to catch her breath.

"Mess with the bull, you get the horns," Paul said, clearly feeling way too full of himself, and I reached over and smacked him. "Hey!" he shouted. "What was that for?"

"Be nice, Paul, or she might just leave you hanging."

She sat up, as if to consider it. "I do need to get back to work, you know."

"Okay, I'm sorry! I'll be nice, I promise," he whimpered, looking down hopefully at her.

"Who said I was complaining? Your sister smacked you. It wasn't me." Grinning, she took him back into her mouth.

"Ahhh, daaaaamn," he moaned.

"You like?" she asked, pulling off to smile at his praise.

"I like! I like!" he said, guiding himself back into her mouth.

It took another five minutes or so, but eventually she had him on the brink. As much as I wanted to join her in sucking him, I figured it probably wouldn't be a good idea. So, to keep myself busy, I spent that time happily eating her ass and pussy. She had long since slid down from her chair and was on her knees, and I was kneeling behind her, fondling and spreading her tight little bottom with both hands.

When I was certain he was about ready to blow, I went to town on her tiny pucker. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she moaned around his huge shaft, in rhythm with my stabbing tongue. The girls all tell me that I have a really long tongue, and I was jamming it up her ass as far as it would go.

"Oh gawwwwwwd!" he finally moaned, and I held on as he unloaded in her mouth. Her back went rigid, her taut thighs were shaking, and it was all she could to try and keep up. Eventually it was too much for her, and she pulled back laughing deliriously as his cock continued to shoot like a fire hose! He covered her face, he blasted her breasts, and still he kept firing away.

"Yes! Yes!" she cried, showering herself in rocketing ropes of thick, hot cum.

When he was finally finished, we collapsed in a heap. Sprawled out on the kitchen floor, our arms and legs akimbo, she continued to laugh and laugh and laugh, using her fingertips to spread his cum all over her face, breasts, chest and stomach.

"He is a horse! Dawn, did you see that? Did you see how much cum he has?"

"You did it to him," I said, reaching over to brush a lock of hair off her face. "That was all you, girl."

"Come here," she answered, pulling me on top of her. She held me close, making our breasts kiss again, and she took two handfuls of my ass and squeezed. Smiling, she purred, "Give me that pretty mouth." I leaned down and kissed her, and we couldn't stop. It was just a full-on make-out session.




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 08



"You two are awesome," Paul said. "I could watch you all day."

I rolled off of her, and she beckoned him into her arms. "You too, chica. You also deserve a proper thank-you kiss." I could tell he wasn't quite sure how he ought to lie on her, what with his awkward attempts at keeping his hips at a safe distance, but she wasn't having it. "No, come here, sexy boy." Spreading her legs, she pulled him right on top of her. "Mmmm, baby, how can you still be so hard? Didn't you get enough?"

She wrapped her legs around him, and I knew he had no chance. She wanted him, and she was going to have him. After pulling him down for a steamy kiss, she tilted her hips and let out a long, blissful gasp. "Ooh, baby," she moaned. Spreading her legs again, she took his ass in both hands and drove him home. "Fuck me, chica...mmmm, yes, fuck me deep...."

And that's what he did. Seemingly resigned to his fate, once he was inside her he didn't hold back. Slowly pulling out before slamming down hard, he made her scream to the high heavens. And the thing is, he'd just had a major cum. With that first big one out of the way, he would be able to go forever.

I knew Lucinda was in for the ride of her life.

Even as he drew back to plunge into her again, he cast a worried glance at me. It wasn't the same as the strip club, where I knew he only wanted to have sex with me. No, he was fine with fucking Lucinda. From the looks of things, he was downright eager to ravage her tight little body. His concern was Lisa. Having sex with anyone but me - and Mom too, had Lisa known - was supposed to be off-limits.

"I'll handle Lisa," I silently mouthed to him. "She'll understand."

And I knew she would, too. As long as I told her how it all came about, leaving nothing out, she would be okay with it. He's a young, horny guy, and we seduced him. Plain and simple. It's not as if he threw himself at her. Plus, come on, a lot of it was my doing. Pretty much, I set the ball rolling for Paul and Lucinda to go much farther than either of them ever had in mind when this whole teasing game started.

Besides, Lisa didn't exactly have much to worry about with Lucinda. A happily married, thirty-something woman with two young children, who lives in Los Angeles? Definitely not a threat. She wasn't out to steal anyone's boyfriend; she had simply gotten caught up in the moment. Paul would be returning home in a couple of weeks, and that would be that. Along with our wild night at the strip club, all this extra-curricular fun would soon be nothing more than a crazy memory.

Sitting up, I gave his driving hips a reassuring caress, and he seemed to relax. Right there in mid-stroke, all the tension in his face and body melted away. With a single touch, he was back to being our sweet, lovable, sexy Paul...our sweet, lovable, sexy, insatiably horny Paul!

God, he was just bombing away at her. I could almost hear him thinking, "'Pretty little boy,' huh? How's this for a little boy!" He had her hips, breasts and ass quaking with every devastating stroke from his pile-driver cock, and her low moans had long since given way to a rising crescendo of breathy, high-pitched gasps. Whatever she was used to, in terms of lovemaking from her "amorous husband," I had a pretty good idea that it was nothing like what my awesome baby brother was doing to her.

I loved her frantic "Dios mío! Dios mío!" chants. Paul did, too. Every time she gasped or cried out, he would rail her even harder. He had this determined look, which always drives me crazy. He gets to a point where I can tell the only thing that matters to him is making me lose my mind, then it's game on. He simply starts hammering away, until I'm completely at his mercy. And the thing is, his cock is so huge and goes in so far, it almost feels like he's reaching for my heart...just pound, pound, pound.

And Lucinda is much smaller than I am, so I could only imagine how full she must have felt.

When she finally hit her peak, god but did she let herself go. Accompanying her sexy shrieks, her hips went wild as she clawed at his ass with both hands. Even as big as he is, she was pulling him in with all her might, wanting every mind-boggling inch inside her. She didn't really gush or squirt; instead, I saw a white foaming around his pistoning shaft. I knew it wasn't Paul's, either. He looked over at me with wild eyes, as if to say, "Check it out! What is that?"

I love the way everything is always so new and exciting to Paul. It's the coolest thing ever, seeing his sweet wonder over each of his "firsts." To be honest, I had never seen a woman foam up like that either, and I was just as excited to see it as he was.

"Mmmmmm, chica, look what you do to me..." she moaned, noticing our stares. "So hot and hard...so gigante...so sexy...." Turning to me, she panted, "Does he do this to everyone? I know he does."

"Every time," I whispered, nodding happily. "He's amazing."

"Has he...have you two..." she continued, after a sexy pause.

I was still caressing his hip, and I leaned over to kiss her. Closing her eyes, her surrender was complete. Her moans in my mouth sent shivers down my spine, even as his powerful thrusts registered on my tongue. She took my hand and set it on his ass, then she had me help pump him into her. "Mmmm, my beautiful chicas...brother and sister...fuck me...fuck me together."

Paul was still nowhere close to cumming again, which she eventually figured out. Finishing our kiss with a playful tongue-bite, she looked up with a wondrous smile. "Come here, chica. Lie down for me," she said, and she rolled onto her stomach. Rising to her knees, she pulled me in front of her while wagging her tempting tail at Paul. "Yes, right here..." she moaned, lowering her face to my pussy. "You've only been watching. Now it's your turn."

Straight into my pussy...so deep. Oh god, what an amazing tongue she had. If that wasn't already sexy enough, her moans became a million times hotter as she guided Paul's glistening wet monster erection back inside her pussy. Now she was moaning inside me, matching the cadence of Paul's heavy thrusts. "So good...so good, baby. Your brother fucks me so good."

"Better than your husband?" I asked, being a real imp. "And you're pretty awesome yourself there, Miss Talented Tongue!"

"Mmmm, I love your pussy...so perfect...so soft, sweet, and pretty. My husband tries, but no, sexy chica, he cannot fuck me like your handsome, gigante brother does. No one has ever fucked me like this...no one. He makes love like a god."

"And like you said, our mom is a shimmering goddess!" I giggled. "See? That explains everything!"

Laughing, Paul shook his head at me, and Lucinda laughed too. "If she's anything like you, beautiful niña, then maybe I do have to meet her." With a salacious grin, she dove back in.

"You should show her," said Paul, watching as Lucinda's expert tongue brought me close.

"Mmmm, baby...show me what?" she moaned, breathing it into my pussy. Paul had slowed his pace, drawing all the way out on each stroke before taking what seemed like forever to slide his never-ending cock back inside her.

"How she cums," he answered, pulling out again before drilling her hard, making her breasts bounce.

"I'm still no Trish," I said, smiling at Lucinda's happy responses. "You really love having sex, don't you?" Stroking her long hair, I gazed into her joyous eyes.

"I guess my secret is out of the bag," she grinned. "Mmmm, yes, I love having sex, but this...this is different. This is like nothing I have ever experienced: a sexy young girl, and her handsome brother who's hung like a horse, and can't seem to get enough of my pussy...the two of you, taking me to the ends of the earth...."

I noticed Paul watching his cock sliding in and out of her, and I knew what he was thinking.

"Careful there, Lucinda," I said. "I don't think he's going to stop at your gorgeous pussy."

Paul shot me one of his knowing smirks. He was circling his thumb over her smooth pucker.

Lucinda looked back at him. "My culo? Only my husband has ever taken me there." Pausing to wiggle her hips, she gave him her wickedest grin yet. "I dare you."

And with that, she turned back to my overheated pussy, which she attacked with renewed desire. "Show me how you cum, pretty chica," she moaned, slipping two fingers deep inside. Straight away, she started fucking me like a wild woman, until she located my G-spot. "There it is..." she said to herself, beginning a steady stroking.

"Oh, god," I moaned, raising my hips for her. "Mmmm, yes, right there...."

Paul had stopped to watch, but Lucinda was on the case. Reaching back to spread her ass for him, she purred, "Do it. Put it inside me. I want to feel your huge dick in my hot little culo." Then she added, "Perhaps that will make your sexy sister show me how she cums, no?"

"Sí!" I laughed. "Sí! Sí! It definitely will! Paul, fuck her brains out!"

Smiling softly, she turned back to him again. "Sí, handsome boy, do it. Fuck my brains out."

Paul gave her ass a loud two-hand whack, making her squeal in delight. I spread my legs for her, and she took the hint. "Don't worry, honey, I haven't forgotten your pretty pussy. You still owe me, chica."

"What do I still owe you, baby?" Grinning innocently, I batted my eyes at her.

"A long orgasm throughout your entire body, like you gave me in the bathroom, that's what, mija." Batting her eyes right back at me, she returned her fingers to my G-spot. "Only I don't think I will be so gentle, the way you were with me. No, I think you deserve a big explosion."

"Definitely," said Paul. "Go totally crazy on her."

"Fuck my brains out," I said, repeating our new favorite sexy command. "I dare you."

"Ooh, chica, that is the wrong thing to say to me."

There was no more talking. The woman knew what she was doing. In fact, she was like a cross between Trish and Michelle, combining Trish's practiced, skillful techniques and Michelle's playful passion. She didn't make love to me the way Mom and Lisa do, pouring everything they have into showing me how much they truly love me; instead, her goal seemed to be to have as much fun as possible with my body.

Just like before, I felt it in my pussy when Paul entered her ass. God, I loved the way her mouth communicated to me what Paul's cock was doing to her. She didn't need to say a word. Her stiffening tongue, the increased intensity of her kisses, and especially the sudden fire in her eyes, they all spoke volumes. With every inch of his colossal erection sliding into her welcoming bottom, I came that much more for Lucinda. I know she was expecting to have to work a little to get me there, so she was surprised when I immediately began cumming for her.

I couldn't help it, nor did I want to help it. I wanted to cum for her. I wanted to give her everything she may have imagined, and more.

I wanted to be a goddess, like Mom. I knew I couldn't -- or at least shouldn't -- break down and have sex with Paul in front of Lucinda, even though I suspected that she wouldn't have had the slightest problem with it. She could tell that I wanted to, obviously. There was no hiding the fact that his incredible cock turned me on every bit as much as it turned her on. I think there probably was also no hiding how much Paul and I loved each other...or how much we were in love with each other.

She's a mother. I'm sure she knew.

'Which only makes all these teasing games that much sexier,' I thought. 'So what would Mom do in this situation, if she were me?'

I decided that she would make Lucinda the primary focus of our risqué charade, particularly since Lucinda seemed more than eager to play along.

Even though she had already made me cum, I began grinding my hips for her. I wanted her to know that I wasn't nearly finished, and she picked up on it with heightened anticipation. "Mmmm, the sexy chica is just like her brother...always wanting more..." she cooed. "Turn over, baby. I know what you need."

I hadn't even finished rolling onto my stomach and already she was pulling me up to my hands and knees; the same position she was offering to Paul. As he continued to drill her shapely ass from behind, she took me by the hips and buried her face between my legs. I think we both knew she was planning a little payback for what I had done to her in the bathroom. Sure enough, the next thing I felt was her tongue flitting around my back door.

"Mmmm, I think you're right..." I grinned, arching my back for her while lowering my upper body to the cool tile flooring.

"I could tell, right from the start. You know you have the hottest, sexiest culo. You want everyone to see it, and I don't blame you, chica. An ass like this -- she conspicuously said it our way, instead of saying it in Spanish again -- deserves to be worshipped. You love to drive everyone loco with it, even poor, innocent housekeepers...." She dipped her tongue inside and swirled it around oh so sexily, before pulling away. "Even poor, innocent, handsome little brothers..." she continued, pressing back in.

"That's for damn sure!" laughed Paul. "Lucinda, you have no idea. She is straight-up the world's biggest tease ever. Even Mom says so."

"Mmmm, but your beautiful mother still lets her do it, doesn't she?"

"Lets me?" I guffawed, and Paul and I laughed. "Girl, where do you think I get it from? Mom's a way bigger tease than I am! At least I wear panties sometimes!"

"That's true," Paul admitted. "Mom is an awesome tease."

"And you have this gigante erection every time, no matter whether it's your sister or your mother doing the teasing. They show off for you, and you show off right back."

Slamming into her, he said, "Hey, it's not like they only do it to me. They both do it all the time, to everyone."

"Mmmm, but your mother loves to see how big her handsome mijo grows for her," she grinned, driving her hips against him. "And so does your playful sister."

"Wouldn't you?" I asked, as she spread my pussy with two fingers from each hand.

"With a polla like he has? Mmmm, sí, chica, I would try to drive him loco every day. I don't know how you and your mother can stand it. I say I would try to drive him crazy just to see him grow so big for me, but the truth is, he would drive me even crazier."

"Yeah, it definitely drives Mom crazy, but at least she has Dad to take care of her later," I sighed, and she slid her fingers inside me. She quickly found my G-spot again, making me moan.

"And your mother says that your brother inherited his oak branch from him, so maybe she isn't going too loco from unfulfilled desire, but what about his sexy sister? All you have are your pretty girlfriends, no?"

She laughed, and Paul laughed too. "You should see them, Lucinda! You think you're horny? Those girls, sheesh!"

She turned back to him with a conspiratorial smile. "And do you wear nothing but your underpants around them too, letting them see how big you are? I don't blame them for being horny."

"Nope," I said, and I let out a gasp when she stabbed her tongue back up my ass. "He only does that around me and Mom."

"Come on, I do it around Dad, too. It's not like we don't all do it when it's just the four of us home alone."

"Dad doesn't," I said. "Not really, anyway. Except for these sexy little robes Mom started making him wear a few weeks ago, Dad never bops around in his underwear the way you, Mom and I do."

"He hasn't worn anything like that around me, thank god," laughed Paul.

It struck me then that this was just the most ridiculous situation, the three of us joking and laughing even as we were all trying to make each other cum. Lucinda was desperate to make Paul cum inside her, Paul wanted Lucinda to witness one of my gushing orgasms, and I couldn't wait to see what would happen to Lucinda when Paul finally let go with one of his massive loads in her ass. In the same way that she'd never been fucked by a cock like Paul's, I was certain that she had also never felt anything like one of Paul's half-minute-long cum-explosions in her ass or pussy.

Lucinda was the key. As much fun as we all were having, I knew I had to get her back on track. Without giving too much away, I needed to play on her obvious interest in the thought of Paul, Mom and me turning each other on.

"You're right, though," I breathed, spreading my ass for her. "Mom says Paul has been getting hard-ons from seeing us in our skimpy panties, tops and bikinis for years now. She says it started at my fourteenth birthday pool party. Ever since then, whenever they're doing dishes or sharing the couch while watching movies together or whatever, he's always pressing it against her. She never wears panties either, so I guess his huge erections are really noticeable against her ass."

"Mmmm, dios mío, I can't even imagine," she moaned. "Such a big, thick cock pressing against her like that? It must make her so wet."

Paul quickly figured out what I was doing, and started pounding into her the same way he'd pounded her pussy.

"AYYYEEEIIII...FUCK!" she shouted, before burying her face in my ass. "Cum for me, chica, cum for me...mmmm, cum for me...."

The crazy thing is, I wasn't sure whether she was moaning to Paul or to me. I don't think he knew, either. Heck, at that point she probably didn't even know.

She thrashed her face against my pussy and ass for a few seconds, then she panted, "Your mother never wears panties? She shows her pussy to everyone, even her son and his friends? She lets him press his huge dick against her bare ass? Oooooh...."

She was cumming, and I could tell Paul was getting close.

"Only twice," I said, feeding their fire. "Normally she at least wears a sundress or bikini bottoms or something, but there were a couple of times when all she had on was one of her tiny robes -- they don't even cover her ass, Lucinda -- and she sat straight down on Paul's gigantic erection. He was in his boxers, and you're right, it definitely made her sooooo horny. She was grinding her naked pussy on it, and everything."

Paul's face lit up, and he gestured to where his cock was savaging her yummy bottom. She was cumming like crazy, her hips trembling, her sexy voice warbling. He slid his hand down to her pussy and brought it back up, showing me her white, foamy cream.

"That's her cum!" he mouthed excitedly.

Have I mentioned how much I love my little brother? In particular, the way he responds like a rambunctious puppy to every new sexual experience? I swear, I wanted to jump up right then and there and hug the stuffing out of him.

"She loves your big cock!" I mouthed back, just as excitedly. "Wait until she feels you cum inside her! Don't pull out, either! Let her feel the whole thing!"

That's what I really wanted to see. I couldn't wait to see Lucinda's face when Paul started filling her with cum, only to keep filling her, and filling her, and filling her. I knew she would never be able to hold it all in her tiny bottom.

She wasn't quite hooting like Lana in the strip club, but she was making a totally killer cooing sound. She was doing it right into my pussy, too, which made it that much more awesome.

"And you're also right about how horny it makes me every time I see my baby brother's huge dick," I continued. "Watching Mom wiggle around in his lap that night, knowing she was sitting directly on his crazy erection -- I saw it pop out of his boxers, and it was sticking straight up, right into her pussy -- I wanted to scream. It was so hot. God, can you imagine? As beautiful and sexy as Mom is -- as you are -- and your son's gigante hard cock is pressing straight into your wet pussy?"




Everyone Loves My Ass Ch. 08



I have to admit, it wasn't just Lucinda. My sexy little spiel was also turning me on. Her mouth ravaging my ass and pussy was sure helping things along, as well. Still, what finally sent me rocketing into outer space was Paul's anguished growl, followed by Lucinda's unearthly shriek inside my pussy.

"Ohhhhh, my sweet Jeeeeesuuuuuuus!" she cried, and I knew Paul had finally 'released the Kraken,' as my smug little doofus brother liked to describe it. And this was a big one...a really big one. Having been there before, I turned and started counting the spasms that wracked his chest, neck and face. Each one was a reflection of another searing rope of hot, thick cum erupting from his enormous balls, and with every electric jerking of his granite shoulders Lucinda let loose a longer, sexier wail into my pussy.

Wanting to do my part, I thought back to my first 'official' time with Paul, when he absolutely assaulted my pussy and then my ass on stage at Tank's strip club. I also thought of Mom taking Paul's incredibly powerful load in her already-drenched pussy, right in front of Rick and Donny, and I knew exactly what Lucinda was feeling that very moment.

"Ohhh, Paaaaaaul!" I moaned, and Lucinda couldn't have timed it more perfectly. Just as I was starting a nice cum she rolled me over again and slammed her mouth against my clit while forcing three fingers straight up my ass, and that was it. The water show was on!

"There it is! There it is! Look!" shouted Paul, and Lucinda tried gamely to pull back and watch as a clear, hot gush of silky girl-cum came arcing forth from my spasming pussy. That first one splashed against her left cheek, then a staccato series of high-pressure bursts showered her entire face. She started laughing and laughing, sheer ecstasy overtaking her at both ends, until I was certain she was no longer entirely with us in any real, 'present' sense. Her physical body had become but a pure vessel of lust, filled to overflowing.

It was a really great cum, for all of us. Lucinda, though, wooo, I knew she would never be the same. One thing for sure, it took her hecka long to come back down. Continuing to laugh, almost out of control, she simply couldn't stop. Eventually she began a sweet mewling while nuzzling her lips and nose against my soaked thighs and pussy, then it was playful bites, until finally she rested her face where my thigh joins my hip.

"And you two live with this temptation every day, and so does your sexy mother?" she purred, caressing my glistening lips with soft fingertips. Sliding them through my flowering slit, she began a slow, loving skritching of my matted patch of pubic hair, and for the next few minutes she continued to purr her contentment while affectionately grooming my drenched little landing strip.

"Such a wonderful scent...such a warm, sexy, wonderful scent," she said, and she kissed my shining pussy.

I sat up to kiss her, tasting my cum on her lips, and she giggled when I started licking her face. "A girl should always clean up after herself!" I said happily, licking from the top of her forehead down to her gorgeous nipples. "Mmmm...tasty!" I added, looking up from between her breasts.

"So tasty, chica, so very tasty," she grinned, cupping my face in her hands to give me another kiss. "Clean and sweet, like a blossoming pink rose."

Paul remained kneeling behind her, his cock still buried deep in her ass. She finished her kiss with a playful nibble on my bottom lip and said, "You're right, a girl should always clean up her mess. Your mother taught you well."

She began to lean forward very slowly, pulling herself inch by glorious inch off of Paul's gleaming spear, until finally with a moist pop the enormous, dripping wet head sprang free. Turning on her knees to face him, she took his shimmering shaft in her hands. "And since I made this mess, I'll be happy to clean up after myself."

One thing I had learned about Paul was that he really loved it when a girl sucked him clean after he'd cum inside her. Similar to how he expected the girl to be able to take him all the way down her throat, he thought it was simply the usual way to finish, with the girl licking and sucking him clean once he'd cum. And why not? I always did that for him, and so did Mom and Lisa. As far as he knew, it was completely normal. A girl is supposed to take his entire cock in her mouth, and of course she would want to taste their combined cum afterward.

That's how we'd trained him, and until Niki and Lana had expressed so much shock and awe over the ease with which I swallowed every inch of him, he never knew any better.

So, nope, he wasn't the least bit surprised when Lucinda set about cleaning his cock. He knows how much I love sucking him right after he's shot a gallon of cum in my ass or pussy, and apparently she was just like me. She went straight down on him. I noticed he was no longer completely hard, but it almost didn't matter. He was still massively long and thick, even if he was now a tad rubbery. She was taking him like a champ, slurping up a happy storm, nearly all the way to his balls. She couldn't quite make it, though. Maybe two inches from the base, that seemed to be as far as she could go.

Watching as she sucked him, he shot me another smug smirk. "She's no you," he mouthed. "She can't do the whole thing."

I answered with a happy smile, playfully hugging myself. Blowing him a kiss, I mouthed, "She's still really good, though. You know she is."

He nodded dopily. "Oh, yeah. No doubt."

A shiny something caught my eye, and I glanced down. 'Awesome,' I thought. Deciding to push the limit a little, I said to Lucinda, "Keep going. I'll finish the rest."

"Hmmm?" she asked, turning to me.

Kneeling behind her again, I offered her a friendly smile. "Unless you're Gumby, I doubt you'll be able to do a properly thorough job. We're good girls, right? We wouldn't want our mothers to scold us for leaving a mess."

When I leaned down and planted my lips directly in her dripping crack, her curious smile turned smoky hot. "Mmmm, no, we wouldn't. We know better than to disappoint our sainted mothers."

"Damn, Dawn..." Paul said, watching as I licked an ascending line between Lucinda's spread globes. Starting at the mouth of her pussy, I slipped my probing tongue deep inside before drawing it up through her beautiful divide, all the way to her dripping star. Pausing there to trace insistent circles around her waiting pucker, I delighted in her anxious hip-wriggles. She wanted me to press my tongue into her ass and lick up every drop of my baby brother's rich cum, and I wanted the exact same thing, probably a gazillion times more than she did. That was as close as I was likely going to come to taking Paul with Lucinda there, and I was determined to make the most of it.

"It's not my fault you made such a mess inside her pretty bottom," I said, pausing to wipe my chin before popping my fingers into my mouth. "I'm just helping a girl out."

"Mmmm-hmmmmm!" came Lucinda's muffled moan, her face positively stuffed with young, semi-hard cock.

Returning to my fun, I went full-on ninja assassin on our sexy Latina's sumptuous bottom. Picturing all the crazy things my cheerleader girlfriends liked to do to me, I set about trying to recreate our Friday night naked romps in the locker room. I didn't have any hair brushes, giant blue dildos or "best ass" trophies handy, but I figured I could get the job done anyway. Besides, she was an easy mark. Paul and I had both already made her cum like crazy, so how hard would it be to coax one more out of her?

Not very, as it turned out. She started cumming immediately, the second I hit her with the double-pronged attack of stabbing my tongue up her ass while curling my hand into a tight ball and stuffing it into her pussy. Well, most of it, anyway. I couldn't quite get my thumb in there before she totally spazzed, shrieking on Paul's cock as her ass went into these hella cool twerking bounces.

And speaking of cool, god but Paul had shot a ridiculously insane amount of cum in her ass. I sort of figured that since this was his second orgasm in relatively short order, come on, there wouldn't be that much this time, right? Not like the first one he fired into her mouth and all over her face when she simply couldn't handle swallowing it all, anyway.

Nope, this was another typical massive Paul load. As much as he cums buckets the first time, somehow he still seems to manage every bit as much for round two (and round three, and round four, and...), even if it's one right after the other. The only real difference is in how long it takes him to cum. The sheer volume never changes.

Awesome. Absolutely awesome. And Trish tells me it's definitely not normal. "Baby, no, guys simply don't do that. As much cum as Paul shoots, jeez, that's like a week's worth for most men. No way they come right back and do it again, over and over and over. When it comes to sex, Paul is like an Olympic athlete. You both are."

'Mom, too,' I thought, grinning to myself, but I didn't say it.

Anyway, once I was finally finished tidying up, I pulled Lucinda off of Paul's cock and turned her to face me. Grinning awkwardly, I brought my index finger to her lips. She knew what I wanted, and she obediently tilted her head back. I lowered my lips to hers and opened my mouth, letting Paul's warm, thick cum pour onto her tongue. For the next minute or so we swapped it back and forth, swishing it over our teeth and past our parted lips, making a sexy mess of each other's face.

Taking in the sight of me, with my brother's cum smeared all over my chin, she smiled sweetly. "A woman's work is never done," she said, leaning forward to lick me clean.

"Like I said," Paul smiled, "I could watch you two all day. You guys really are awesome."

Lucinda ran her fingers across her own chin, gathering up the last few glistening trails before sucking her fingers one by one. With a satisfied grin she said, "And just imagine, Dr. Carlisle is actually paying me for this. I think this week I should be paying him."

She and I spent the rest of the morning naked, sharing the housework. She thought that was the sweetest thing ever, having a guest help her with her chores, but I didn't mind at all. I had a blast, actually. We were like goofy sisters who couldn't keep our hands off each other. The second she would stretch on her tiptoes to reach for some hard-to-get-to place with her feather duster, there I'd be, tickling her bare pussy. When I would lean into a bay window with my paper towels and a bottle of glass cleaner, I'd hear a cute growl, then I'd feel her teeth chomping down on my bottom like a hungry tiger.

The best thing was that for the remainder of our stay she always took her jeans and top off as soon as she walked through the front door. Every week we looked forward to her sunny "Hola, chicas!" greeting, and she seemed just as happy to see us as we were to see her. Of course I wouldn't let Paul wear anything except his skimpy boxers whenever she was there, but I don't think he really minded all that much. Lucinda definitely didn't mind, that's for sure. I came downstairs one morning after taking a shower, and there she was, bent over the back of the couch, her panties around her ankles, with Paul pounding away at her pussy.

She loved to tease him all around the house with her luscious bottom, and he was more than willing to take the bait. She never let him fuck her in a bed, though. She was happy to have sex with him out on the patio or in any room in the place, as long as it wasn't in an actual bed.

"That's for my husband," she explained one day, after riding my semi-delirious baby brother for a solid hour in the oversized leather easy chair in the den. "The marital bed is his, and his alone."

We all knew that Paul was only going to stay through the end of the month before heading back home for the start of the fall semester, and that Mom would soon be joining us. Lucinda was eager to meet her, but also a bit nervous about it. "She and I are almost the same age, and she knows I'm having sex with her beautiful son. What must she think of me?" she'd say, even though I tried to tell her that Mom was absolutely fine with the idea.

God, if anything, Mom was thrilled.

"I told you, sweetie, just don't get anyone pregnant, that's all I ask," she reminded him, during one of our nightly phone calls. "Otherwise, you know how I feel. I love sex, and I want you both to enjoy it as much I do." Mom being Mom, she was fairly bursting with pride over her "studly son." She was worried about Lisa, though, and I was happy to inform her that not only had Paul and I told Lisa everything, and she was totally cool with it, but that it even turned her on. The thing that really did it for her, she said, was that whole 'are they or aren't they?' question that had to be running through Lucinda's mind every time she saw us together.

And that's just it; we never did let Lucinda in on our little secret. We continued to run around in our skimpy things in front of her, and Paul was like Old Faithful in the way he never failed to grow hugely erect whenever I teased him with my sexy bottom, but she could never be sure whether that was the extent of it. Were we just having fun flirting with each other for her benefit, or was all our teasing play merely the tip of the iceberg, and we were fucking our brains out the minute she left us alone?

Lisa immediately recognized the teasing potential there, and she ate it up. Lucinda? I could tell she didn't quite know what to make of us, and she definitely wanted to know more.

"Are you ever going to tell her?" asked Mom.

Paul spoke up then. "We decided we'd let you handle it, if anyone's going to tell her."

"Knowing you, you'll probably just show her," I added gleefully.

"The way you think of me...my own baby daughter..." she sighed, pretending to pout. She wasn't fooling anyone, and her laughably fake pout turned into a happy giggle. "Okay, so maybe I am just a teensy bit more proud than most moms are, when it comes to showing off my gorgeous son and daughter. So sue me."

~ ~ ~

Loving fingertips tenderly caressing my cheek woke me from blissful sleep. "Mmmmmm, g'morning," I purred. Bringing my hand up, I held them against my face.

"You are so beautiful together...my perfect angels," came a soft, gentle voice.

My eyes shot open. "Mom!" I exclaimed in a hushed whisper. "You're here! Oh my god! You're here!"

"I wanted to surprise you, baby," she whispered back. Leaning down, she kissed me between my bare shoulder blades before kissing the hand that was holding hers to my face.

"But how—"

She nuzzled my fingers before kissing me over my ear. "Shhhh," she said, still whispering. "I took an early flight this morning. I grabbed a rental car at the airport, and all my things are already in the master suite. Sweetie, you need to be more careful. This isn't a small town, like Lawrence. Rather than ring the bell and possibly wake everyone, I jiggled the door handle, and it was open. I walked right in."

"That's doofus here's fault," I grinned, kissing Paul's chest. He was still breathing deeply, fast asleep. "He's in charge of locking up at night. I guess he got distracted."

"Oh? And why would he have been distracted?" she asked teasingly.

Turning to her, I smiled. "Because he loves me."

"He does, baby. He really does. Your brother is head-over-heels in love with you."

"You've always known, haven't you?"

She caressed my face again. "Yes, I have." She paused to give my shoulder a kiss. "The question is, are you in love with him?" She smiled, already knowing the answer.

"Madly," I whispered, and I squeezed her hand. "Almost as madly as I'm in love with you."

Her stunning blue eyes glistened with joyful tears, and my heart nearly broke. "Oh, angel," she said, her voice catching.

"Come on, beautiful, let's get you out of these things..." I grinned, reaching back to undo the buttons on her white silk blouse. "With the three of us, it'll be nice and cozy," I continued, lifting the covers in invitation.

Paul and I were in my bed, and I could tell by the sunlight filtering through the blinds that it had to be close to ten o'clock.

When we first set up camp in Dr. Carlisle's sprawling ranch-style house, my brother and I discussed how awesome it would be to share the master suite and its enormous king-sized bed. We knew we had to be careful around Lucinda, though, so we decided to play it safe. We would sleep together in my bedroom most nights, and stay in separate bedrooms for Lucinda's cleaning days. We still had sex those nights, but we would go to our own bedrooms afterward. Mom could have the master suite.

I watched as she stood and slipped off her thin blouse. 'Yay, Mom!' I thought, when her amazing breasts came into view. No bra. Even traveling solo for an early morning flight halfway across the country...no bra. Just perfect, heavy tits, and her perpetually erect nipples.

I couldn't help but grin proudly. "I bet everyone loved watching you walk through the airport. God, you are so unbelievably gorgeous."

"I'm fairly certain at least a few stray men did, and definitely one young lady. It was so cute. She didn't even try to hide her ogling," she answered, soaking in my worshipful gaze. "But I think what you would have enjoyed most was when I strolled by a group of businessmen having drinks in the concourse lounge. They really seemed to appreciate my skirt." She took a step to the side, then another, until she was standing in direct sunlight.

I almost couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was like the sexiest magic trick ever. Watching her, I'm sure I bit my lip.

"The same thing happened with my top, too, but I think they were more interested in this..." she continued, turning to face the window.

The morning light was shining right through her matching white silk skirt. Standing there in four-inch heels, she arched her back and gave me a tantalizing little hip-wiggle.

'Mouthwatering' wouldn't even begin to describe it. Her incredible legs seemed to go on forever, and her lush, curvy bottom was worthy of its own exclusive exhibit in the Louvre. The dramatic diamond-shaped gap at the top of her succulent thighs...absolute perfection.

She turned again to face me. "It was surprising, how much bright sunlight pours through that concourse. I mean, who knew?" Crossing one foot in front of the other while slowly unzipping her skirt, she catwalked the few steps back to my bedside. Pausing with her legs spread, she allowed me to drink in the vivid silhouette of her smooth hips and sculpted thighs framing her sexy bare pussy. Somehow, even her meticulously manicured patch of dark pubic hair stood out in stark relief, and her luscious lips in all their pouting glory made for the most wickedly erotic tableau I could ever imagine.

"I made quite a few trips up and down the concourse before I finally acceded to their friendly entreaties to join them for a drink. That lounge had such tall barstools, too. I knew my merry band of admirers had enjoyed the wide slit in the back of my skirt, and now they were presented with an even more provocative view through the dangerously revealing opening in the front. As I crossed my legs back and forth, I felt their eyes devouring my bare thighs...higher and higher and higher. It was really fun.

"When my boarding announcement was made, I allowed them to help me down from my lofty perch. Such gallant gentlemen...." She shimmied her hips, and her skirt fell to her feet. After stepping out of it, she leaned on the bed to balance herself while slipping off her heels. "Even as gallant as they were, however, I sensed the veneer of chivalry cracking as they watched me stride back through the bright light. It reminded me of your father's friends, and the dinner I mentioned the other day. Oh, how sullen their expressions, when your father came down with another nasty headache and I had to call an early end to the evening. Up to that point, I think they were rather enjoying my company."