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Growing Together... Pt. 01

By: englander1961



Growing Together - The Bunting Family Part 1 

Susan England Revised October 2004. This story may not be published at any site without the express permission of the Author.

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This is a work of fiction written for the enjoyment of adult readers over the age of 18 years and contains explicit sexual material. If this is likely to offend you, please read no further. All characters are fictitious and over the age of 18 years.

Part One (Chapters 1 and 2) has been written to introduce the family members and others who are important to the story, and might be thought of as slow compared with later chapters, but please keep reading there is hot stuff to come!

Chapter One - The Buntings - Meet the Family

Doug Bunting is a successful businessman who at 41, through sheer hard work and some shrewd stock speculation is now quite wealthy. He is of moderate height, 5'10" tall, but takes care of his slim body with exercise, presenting an attractive appearance to the world. His hair is dark brown, greying at the temples and has some natural waves without being excessively so. He has a square-jawed handsome-ness with deep blue eyes. What had been laughter lines at their corners were now looking suspiciously like early signs of overwork. 

Doug had become lost in his work several years previously, so much so there was less and less time for sex with his beloved Laura. 

His wife, Laura, is less than beautiful but more than very attractive. Her face shows strength of character and her manner has great charm. She too is slim, well toned, with mid brown hair, blue eyes and a flawless skin. She is very warm hearted and, being subconsciously aware of the life of ease given to her by Doug, is active in the community. She helps others out of a naturally kind and generous heart, freely giving donations of money and time to local charities and individuals.

She had several months earlier for example, learned that a woman in the village had been discovered by her husband in his own marital bed, enjoying nakedly energetic sex with the man completing some building work for them. The betrayed husband immediately left home, abandoning his wife and teenage daughter. The builder had refused to support either his female lover or her daughter, and laughingly had gone on his way, pausing only to leave a bill for the completed building work. In a fit of depression the woman had disappeared to be found days later washed up on the local beach. Laura immediately contacted the local welfare services and offered the orphaned daughter, Antonia or Toni, a loving home but requiring that she do simple tasks such as helping in the kitchen, and with free accommodation. 

A long driveway leads from the road up to the house passing through high gates that were electronically controlled from the house to protect their privacy. They have a heated indoor swimming pool with cubicles where guests can dry and dress. Doug has always been ambitiously determined that his family would never want for anything. Even from the earliest days of their marriage, when he was just 22 and Laura his young bride was 19, he'd promised her a life of comfort and freedom from need, and he had succeeded.

Despite Doug's preoccupation with business affairs and Laura's occasional frustrated irritability, they remained a very close and caring family.

Laura would often think back to her early relationship with Doug. As a young teen girl she had allowed their growing friendship to progress to the stage where she surrendered her intimate body to his frantic searching fingers. She clearly remembered the first time she had lain back for him, her panties thrown to one side, her spread legs revealing the treasure he was desperate to plunder. She had felt him stroking her swollen intimate lips, searching for the special place that was weeping for the need of him. His fingers found her, felt the welcome of her flow, pressed to demand her submission and he heard her gasp of pleasure as he penetrated her. It easily slipped inside her sheath and as he started to manipulate her opening he noticed his finger becoming coated with a thick white fluid that looked very much like his own cum.

"It looks like you have another boyfriend," he whispered in her ear.

Laura stiffened and the rhythmic motion of her thighs on his finger froze. He kissed her taut breasts, moved his finger inside her, caressed the knot of her excitement and she responded to him once more. Doug moved over her, pinning her to the ground. He put his hard cock against her wet, tight pussy, thrust at her, entered her, and they began fucking with the vigour of young teenagers.

Afterwards he had lain over her, his cock still possessing her, and finally persuaded her to tell him who was the other man. Hesitantly and afraid of his reaction, she whispered that her brother, Charles, had been doing her regularly. 

She felt the jerk in his loins, the twitch of him inside as he asked how her brother had first managed to get into her, how often he did it to her, what he did and where he did it. As she relaxed with Doug and trusted him, he learned of the many times she'd had with her brother. As he listened to her whispered confession of incest, Doug swelled to another erection and fucked her again.

They dated regularly and Charles continued to screw his sister without objection from Doug, who was very much turned on by the tales that Laura told him. When they became serious in their relationship, Laura asked Doug if he wanted her brother to stop, but Doug replied he'd much rather Charles persuade a girlfriend to join in with them and make a foursome. Charles eventually met and courted Sally, and was able to talk her into a foursome. The four of them shared an orgy of intimacy.

After nearly 4 years of dating Doug and Laura were married. Their wedding was not a grand affair; neither wanted a big fuss and lavish costs, but the bride wore white and Doug looked resplendent in top hat and tails. 

The reception was at a hotel where they had booked a room in which to change after the ceremony before going away. There had been a disco during the evening and the guests were first busy getting high and then sweating the alcohol out on the dance floor. Doug and Laura had spent time circulating, sitting and talking with guests as well as dancing. 

After a while Laura told her new husband she was going to freshen up and might take a quick shower to cool down. Doug had grinned and asked if he should go with her, but Laura laughingly replied that if he did they would never come downstairs again.

As she reached their room she saw her brother emerge from an elevator and walk quickly up behind her. When she opened her door Charles pushed her inside, closed the door and locked it. 

Laura frowned in irritation "What the hell are you doing, Charles. Get out I'm going to shower." 

Charles took her shoulders and pushed her back towards the bed "I've never fucked a married woman before," he said. 

She started to protest but her thighs hit the side of the bed and she toppled backwards. Charles immediately lifted the skirts of her wedding dress, pulled her knees apart and stood between them. He looked hungrily past the top of her stockings to the tantalising area of smooth female thigh disappearing into the skimpy, lacy white transparent panties through which he could see her dark bush of sex hair. Pulling down his zipper he took out his already swollen cock and tugged the gusset of her panties to one side. He fell on top of her forcing Laura to struggle beneath him as he began rubbing the tip of his cock up and down her slit. 

Sensing her sexual opening he pushed his knob end inside. Withdrawing, he thrust his hips forward and forced it in again, lodging half his thick length inside her. She tried to fight him off protesting he must stop, but it was to no avail. Pinning her arms above her head, watching her face then looking down as his cock disappeared into her warm wetness, relishing that he had forced her to submit he, commenced the ageless rhythm of a man fucking a woman. Laura had to lie helpless, submitting her body to his demands until he quickly reached his climax and Laura felt the familiar pulsing of his cock spurting inside her. 

Charles stood and looked at his sister, her innocent bridal panties pulled to one side, her pussy lips stretched apart by his penetration and his cum running out of her.

"You bastard," she sobbed, "Get the fuck out of here; I never want to see you again."

The harsh, crude words, so unlike his sister, made Charles stand aghast at what he had done. This should have been a day of absolute joy for Laura but as she circulated looking radiantly virginal in her wedding dress, his lust for her grew. He had only known that he must share her with Doug, his basic desires causing him to rape the delicate shell of her new happiness, her gift in love to her new husband. Ashamed, he turned from her, adjusting his dress, and walked out of the door. Would she, could she, ever forgive him?

Laura put her fingers against her hole to prevent cum running down her legs as she hurried into the bathroom. Clenching her muscle to keep the fluids inside her she quickly stripped and climbed into the shower. She expelled as much of his cum as she could and washed the smell of sex from her pussy. 

They honeymooned abroad for three weeks and on returning found that Charles' firm had transferred him to Scotland. They didn't see him for the next 5 years during which time he had married Sally. Following that, he was transferred to the firm's Dutch office and began to keep regularly in touch. Laura had no long-term resentment toward her brother, having forgiven him a long time ago. They even took holidays together from time to time and resumed their passionate four-way relationship whenever circumstances allowed. 

Doug and Laura were blessed with a boy and a girl. Their son Carl, now a strong, healthy young man of 20, is in his second year at University and is reading medicine. A little taller than his father, he has his mother's compassionate and caring nature.  

Elizabeth - Liz - has the family brown hair and deep blue eyes. Generous lips, a beautifully warm smile and her mother's skin tones soften her own rather square faced look. Her hair falls naturally in little waves to her shoulders and her figure is causing men to turn their heads and catch their breath. 

Chapter Two - Learning Curves - Liz and her Daddy

With Doug's tiredness and neglect of her healthy female needs Laura was looking forward to the holiday visit by her brother Charles and his wife Sally, but she could not foresee the dramatic change this would bring to their placid lives, a change that would affect all of her family. A change that would make Doug rethink his family relationships.

It began the day Liz walked in the front door several hours before her usual time, dropping her books on the hall table as she did every day. She went into the kitchen and found Toni, the small fresh faced kitchen-help preparing vegetables and asked if she had seen her mother.

"No, I'm sorry, I don't know where she is but your Uncle Charles and Aunt Sally arrived soon after you went out this morning and she's taken one of the cars and gone shopping. She said she wouldn't be back until 6pm," Toni replied. 

Liz decided on a swim before doing any work and went back to her room to put on a bikini. Walking lightly on bare feet to the pool house she stopped in shock as she reached the slightly open door. She could clearly see her mother in the shallow water being held in a passionate embrace by a man. Watching in disbelief she saw the man's hands unclip her mother's bikini top, pull it away from her unresisting body and throw it on the side of the pool. 

Her Mom's hands slid down his body and slipped between their touching thighs. Their bodies wriggled briefly and suddenly a pair of men's briefs followed after the bra top, with her Mom's bikini panties close behind. Naked now, their bodies were writhing against each other and Liz heard her Mom say, "For god's sake put it in me."

Laura's body was gently lifted upward then slowly lowered again, "Oh yes, oh god, I need it, do it to me, give it to me," she begged.

The man held her so that her shoulders dropped backwards and Liz could see where their bodies joined, their pubic hairs blending in sexual unison. He began thrusting his hips and Liz saw a little of his erection as his hard rigid cock penetrated her mother. For the first time Liz raised her eyes to look at the face of the man and almost cried out aloud when she recognized her Uncle Charles, her mother's brother.

Liz quietly ran back towards the house and her bedroom, and as she passed her parents' room she saw her father putting on a loose shirt. Pausing for only a moment she hurried to her own room, stifling the sobs erupting in her chest. 

Doug's thoughts had been on Laura and the realisation of how he had allowed his business to come between his wife and himself. He seemed to have been more distant from her of late and he had the uncomfortable feeling that under the pressure of work, the flames of their love were dieing to grey ashes, and yet he did want her, he did need her. 

The fleeting glimpse of his obviously distressed daughter startled Doug out of his thoughts. He too had left work early and after changing into his bathing shorts was planning a swim before cocktails. 

He walked down the passage and tapped softly on his daughter's bedroom door. There was a muffled call from inside which he took as permission to enter. Liz was sitting on her bed, her eyes enormous and glistening with unshed tears.

"What's the matter, darling?" he asked.

'Oh Daddy, Mommy's doing sex with Uncle Charles in the pool," she sobbed. Liz horribly afraid that her Daddy would be appalled, terribly betrayed and leave home as she knew had happened in Toni's own tragic family. 

Doug sat on her dressing chair and held his arms out toward his daughter. With a little sob, tears now streaming down her cheeks, she ran to him. Doug pulled her onto his lap as he had done so many times in the past as a small child, with her legs on either side of his waist. He held her lovingly, stroking her back, her hair and shoulders, trying to make her feel better, wondering how he could possibly reassure Liz that they had been doing what she'd seen for many years.

The sobbing convulsions of her body made the join of her thighs move over his lap and Doug's cock began to stiffen under their titillating effect. He knew it was wrong, willing that it would go away, trying to push it from his mind but Liz continued to move. He tried to think of something else but his aroused cock insisted on its needs. Doug looked down and saw the twin mounds of his daughter's young breasts as they swelled into the almost inadequate bikini top. 

Liz caught her Daddy looking at her breasts and almost at the same time felt something hard pushing against her. She knew instinctively that it had been her movements that caused her Daddy's hard-on. Sobs subsiding, she sat there quietly and thought about the feelings mounting between her legs. 

Tentatively Liz gave a firm thrust with her stretched crotch and felt an answering throb and push from her Daddy in return. Doug looked away, embarrassed by the uncontrollable reaction of his cock. Liz looked up at her Dad's face for the first time in her life to see him as a man, and not as her father. Nervous and unsure about his reaction, she placed her arms around his neck and pulled closer into his shoulder. 

She was fully aware of exactly what was happening and the situation they were both in. She hoped to use the feelings he now had to make her Daddy stop thinking about her Mom being with her Uncle.

She pulled him even closer. "Daddy, I love you. Don't think about Mommy and Uncle Charles. I love you and I'll do anything to make you feel better. Please don't get angry and leave home. I want you so much."

She loved him and she wanted him to know that without any doubt. Liz began rocking slowly and nervously over her Dad's hardening cock. He tried desperately to push her away but she clung to his neck.

"No. Liz, no, for God's sake no sweetheart, please keep still. What's happening to me is wrong. Forgive me. I can't help it. You are so soft and beautiful but you've got to stop before it's too late," Doug begged his daughter.

Liz held tightly onto her father, "I just want to make you feel better, Daddy." Pausing for a moment she pushed her bottom down harder onto her Daddy's cock, rocking in small movements making him swell even harder. "I know you like it Daddy, I can feel you against me," she sighed. "It feels good for me too, Daddy! Please, I beg you... please!"

Without being conscious of it his hands moved to his daughter's hips and held her as she moved. Liz kept asking her Daddy to let her make him feel better and Doug's cock was so hard inside his loose shorts that he now found it impossible to tell his daughter to stop.

"Does this feel good Daddy?" she panted as she ground herself against him. "Do you like the feel of me there?" Liz moaned.

Doug groaned and thrust his hips at her. "It's wonderful, darling, but I shouldn't be doing this to you. You've got to get off me now, or I'll do something that we'll both be sorry for."

"Pretend that I'm Toni. I know you find her sexy because I've seen you looking at her," she gasped.

Raising the stakes Liz then removed her bikini top, pulled it over her head and threw it on the floor letting her young swelling breasts fall into full view of her Daddy. 

"Do you like them?" she asked timidly.

Doug looked down, "My God," he gasped, "They're beautiful, you're so beautiful."

Liz leaned away from him, placed her hands on his shoulders and pulled his head down to her firm breasts. "Kiss them for me Daddy, love your little girl, please Daddy," she begged.

Doug's put his arms around her shoulders and his mouth came in contact with his daughter's erect nipples. A burning desire flashed to the head of his cock. Liz continued to rock back and forth on her Dad's covered erection until she could feel her wetness seeping into her bikini panties. Reaching between them she slipped her fingers into his shorts and took his thick cock in her hand pulling it free.

It felt incredible to her touch as it throbbed and twitched, "I like the way it feels in my hand, Daddy," Liz whispered to him. 

Liz allowed her hand to lightly roam over the length and thickness of the swollen cockhead. She loved the feeling of it in her palm, the way the head was so smooth against her hand, and when she tightened her grip, her Daddy groaned with a pleasure that thrilled her. Liz looked down at the swollen cock and the sight of it in her hand made her become even wetter. Moving forward and placing the tip against her bikini-covered clit, she pushed it over her hot little button.

"Oh Daddy, it feels so good, you touching me like this, I love you so much," she gasped in his ear.

Liz stood up, keeping her Dad's cock in her grasp. Using her free hand she pulled her bikini panties down and off. Doug saw the patch of dark pubic hair that covered the join between her girlish thighs and just sat there with his rock hard cock in his daughter's hand.

Looking straight in his eyes she said, "I really want you to forget all about Mom and Uncle Charles." Trembling, she then knelt between his legs. 

Doug was speechless. He tried to make himself stop her, but couldn't. She held his cock in her hand and with her eyes locked on his, she lowered her mouth over his large cockhead. Bending her head she opened her mouth and pressed the swollen knob past her lips and into her mouth. 

His eyes closed in ecstasy as he felt the warm wetness surround him. Liz slowly moved her mouth over the head, letting her tongue lick freely over the underside. Doug moaned as if in agony.


Growing Together... Pt. 01



Taking him gently out of her mouth and holding his shaft firmly in her hand she asked, "Am I doing it right? Is this how you like it?"

"It's perfect," he gasped, "Don't stop. Put it back in". 

Small drops of pre-cum seeped from the hole. Liz let the tip of her tongue take it and pull it away, causing a thin string to form, linking her tongue to her Dad's cock. She took him in again and quickly picked up her movements, letting the cock move freely in and out of her sucking mouth. 

Gripping his shaft tightly Liz sucked hungrily making him wild with pleasure. Doug began making small pumping movements with his hips, his hands behind her head. She met each movement with her own, her hand, still wrapped around the thick shaft, milking him harder and tighter. Nothing mattered to Doug now. It didn't matter if it was his daughter that was sucking his cock so well. All the guilt had vanished.

She took him out again, "Does Mom let you cum in her mouth, Daddy?" Liz asked. Doug, with his eyes closed told her that she did. "You can spurt in my mouth if you want to Daddy. I want you to, but not just yet." Liz stopped sucking his cock and climbed back over his lap.

He opened his eyes and nearly came straight away as he saw his daughter's legs on each side of his thighs. Her crotch was stretched wide, her dark feminine hair covering the top of her pussy, unable to hide the erotic slit of her sex. Before lowering herself, she took his cock in her hand and slipped it along her wet sopping vaginal lips, coating the whole of his knob end with her female juices. 

Lowering herself a little at a time she positioned his dick at her hole. As she lowered herself his cock pushed her lips apart and began to stretch her. Forcing herself down the rest of the way in a slow fluid movement her vagina was penetrated fully by her Daddy's invading cock.

"Please Daddy. I want you to do it to me just like you do it to Mommy." 

Placing his hands on her buttocks and cupping her small cheeks in his palms, Doug eased her up and then helped her settle back onto his cock, her curly maiden hair mingling with his own. He thrust in and out of her, hearing the squelch as his prick poked in and out of her wetness. 

Her juice was running down his prick as he lifted her up, then her muscle squeezed the silky, sticky fluid down into his groin as he pulled her down again. His pubic hair was soaking from her and as she descended onto his groin, her own sex hair was in turn coated by the wetness.

"Is this how you and Mom do it?" she gasped.

"Sometimes, its one way we do it" he groaned. 

The feeling of hard swollen cock rippling deep within her made Liz squirm. Humping her father's cock even harder, she dropped a hand to her crotch, fingers twiddling with her clit. Doug's hand gripped her ass cheeks tighter and moved her harder up and down on his cock.

"I'm nearly there, Daddeeee " she suddenly wailed. 

Doug moaned. Liz quickly got off his cock and went back to her knees, stuffing his cock back in her mouth. Her fingertips were still hard at work on her clit, bringing her orgasm closer with each passing second.

She heard her Dad say. "Oh shit, Liz, I'm going to cum!" 

Liz's fingers pressed harder against herself rubbing even more frantically. Her breasts were swollen, hard, tight, her nipples swollen and puffy with a desperate need. Her lower tummy filling as her orgasm built. Her clit was rigid, every nerve seeming to reach out to be satisfied. Her funnel of desire filled. Her head snapped back as her orgasm exploded. She wailed her ecstasy as she took his cock from her mouth. Then she pushed her mouth back over the cock to suck and pump harder than before.

Doug grunted loudly and started spewing his cum into his daughter's sucking mouth. "Oh fuck, take my cum Liz! Suck it all out!" His cock pulsated as he shot cum in her mouth and down her throat. Liz was nasally humming with his cock shoved so deeply in her mouth.

Then she shook and shuddered as she cum yet again, an after shock to the eruption that had ripped through her. His final jets hit her in the face and dripped on her breasts. Liz's fingers were slowing now. Her orgasm was subsiding and her sensitive clit began to lessen its convulsions as her fingers stilled. She milked the last drop of cum from her Dad's cock before letting her head drop in his lap beside the twitching shrinking manhood. 

She rested for a moment and then looked upward. Wiping cum from her face Liz then licked it from her fingers with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Her hands went to her breasts and tenderly massaged her father's spunk into her sweet young flesh. 

Watching her Doug didn't say a word. The full realization of what happened had finally hit him. He had incestuously penetrated his innocent teen daughter. He'd relished the feeling of his rampant cock invading her virginal cunt. Then he'd fucked her mouth and shot his father's cum into her and sprayed her face and naked breasts. 

As he calmed, he wondered how his young daughter had learned to do what she had done to him. Her sucking had been so good, and his prick had slipped into her more easily than he would have expected, even though she was saturated with her own juices. Perhaps she wasn't the inexperienced little virgin he had thought. She also knew enough to take his cock out of her cunt before he spurted cum into her, although by then she was pretty far-gone herself, and she had swallowed his spunk without hesitation or choking.

He took her hands and lifted her to her feet. Despite his feelings he couldn't prevent himself from looking at her beautiful naked body. Her taut breasts tipped with her tiny swollen nipples - a virgin's nipples he thought. He saw her dark maidenly patch of pubic hair covering the place where his cock had been only moments before. He was beginning to doubt if he was indeed the first male into that sweet wet place.

To be continued in

Chapter Three - Liz confesses to her Daddy.

Chapter Four - Laura looks on.



Growing Together... Pt. 02



Growing Together - The Bunting Family Part 2

Susan England Revised October 2004. This story may not be published at any site without the express permission of the Author at her email address englander1961@yahoo.co.uk

This is a work of fiction written for the enjoyment of adult readers over the age of 18 years and contains explicit sexual material. If this is likely to offend you, please read no further. All characters are fictitious and over the age of 18 years.

Part Two (Chapters 2 and 3) has been written to further introduce the family members and others who are important to the story, and might be thought of as slow compared with later chapters, but please keep reading there is hot stuff to come!

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Part Two (Chapters 3 and 4)

Chapter Three – Liz confesses to her Daddy.

After their frenzied coupling Doug and Liz had taken showers, changed their cum stained swimming costumes and had gone down to the pool. Laura and Charles were still there, stretched out on loungers by the poolside and now respectably back in their own costumes. They were all four sated with the passion of their lovemaking and her Mum had a calm, replete look of content about her. Although her Mum and uncle were unaware of what she had just done with her father, Liz wondered whether she herself showed the same air of satisfied languor which follows a really satisfying sexual encounter, as was so clearly shown by her mother.

Doug was deliberately rather distant and diffident with his daughter and Laura vaguely wondered if they had bickered over something, Charles however looked at the clear rosy cheeks of his niece, the dreaminess of her eyes, and the air of physical relaxation shown by her father with a thoughtful eye. The evening passed, though, without further incident, although Charles said that he had to spend the next day at his company's head office in London. Laura said she and Sally would go up to town with him, and Laura suggested that Doug take Liz out on the boat for the day.

The next morning father and daughter got into his car and drove off to the yacht. Doug was still ashamed and embarrassed at what he had let happen the previous day and tried to think of what he was going to say, but a few minutes into their drive Liz was the first to speak. She turned in her seat to look at him, an anxious, imploring expression on her face.

"Daddy, please, please don't look so stern. Please don't. I really, really loved every second of what we did. I wanted it to happen. It wasn't you, Daddy, it was me. It wasn't your fault truly it wasn't. I know it's supposed to be wrong. Well it isn't wrong. I love you so much it can't be wrong. Ever. I know you are mad at me but don't be mad at yourself because it wasn't your fault. And I don't care and I loved it and wish we could do it all the time so there! You can have me anytime you want me and I will never ever say 'NO' because I love you."

Doug just listened to his daughter and drove on.

They boarded the yacht, cast off and Doug had still said little, letting Liz do most of the talking while he gathered his thoughts and emotions. As he motored out to sea Liz made the initial move. She pulled close to Doug, stroking his arm and softly whispering in his ear, telling him again how much she enjoyed what they had done. Finally Doug told her not to start anything because he wanted to talk to her. 

"Liz, listen to me. I don't know how to say this so I'd better get it out quickly. What I did to you was wrong. I admit you are a beautiful young woman. I was excited and I did it. It was still wrong of me. I liked it, I LOVED it. But to do it again wouldn't make it right. I'm embarrassed to ask you this and I hope you won't be embarrassed or shocked, but, Liz, my darling Liz, you don't have to tell me anything you don't want, but you did seem quite – ermmm – experienced. You seemed to know what to do. It didn't seem like the first time that a man had, well, I mean . well ... done those things to you. Is there anything you'd like to tell me, Liz? I only ask, and I have no right to know, you are old enough to have your secrets, but I do love you so much especially after what I did to you."

Liz blushed scarlet and hid her face in her hands. 

"Daddy, ohhh Daddy. You might get very angry and I don't want to tell you anything that might make bad feelings in the family and break it up or anything. I would die if that happened."

"Liz, I promise whatever you tell me I won't get angry with anyone, especially not in the family, but I'd like you to trust me and tell me. Just trust me, that's all" 

Liz haltingly began to speak. 

"When I was out with boys, after a few dates, they wanted to feel in my blouse or up my T-shirt. When we kissed, after a minute they pushed their hand up my skirt and tried to pull my panties down. They fumbled about between my legs and it hurt and they pinched with their fingers when they tried to feel in my girl places.

When I wouldn't let them do much they took their 'things' out and put my hand round it and showed me how I had to move my hand up and down it. They said I'd made it hard and I had to help them. When I rubbed it up and down it would spurt out. It nearly always went on my clothes and I had to creep into the house and rinse things out before my Mum could see the mess from them. Two of the boys got me down on the ground and lay between my legs. They forced my knees open to lie like that. Then they rubbed their THING along my panties between my legs and rubbed it up and down 'till they shot off on me.

They didn't get my panties down though so they couldn't put it in me. My panties were soaking wet both times from their stuff, and when the boy let me stand some of it ran down my leg. I had to take my panties completely off to wipe dry. Then while I was doing that, the boy would feel me up, between my legs, and his prick, still dripping his cum, was dangling in front of me like the boy was showing it off. Even though they were soaking wet I had to put my panties back on again and I'd go home feeling sticky and messy and horrible.

Then I went out a couple of time with an older boy who borrowed his father's car. The first time he drove in the woods and started kissing. Then after a bit he did what the others had and forced me to let him open my blouse. Then he took it off me and then he took my bra off and felt my bare breasts. He was strong and he said just lie back on the seat and let him. He took his prick out and put my hand on it. 'You're going to get that up you in a minute' he said.

I knew he'd soon be in my panties so he could do it, he was too strong for me to stop him, so I thought if I could get him to cum quickly I'd be safe from it.

Two boys I'd dated had pushed my head down and tried to get me to take the prick in my mouth, but I wouldn't open it for them. I thought perhaps if I did it to this boy, Harry, he might not have time to do what he wanted so I moved my head and blew on the end of his cock, and he sort of eased back so I could do it. I held my breath and closed my eyes and opened my mouth and let it go between my lips. He started to push it at my face and before I could do anything he was holding the back of my head and I couldn't pull my mouth away. He pushed it in my mouth and he was spurting his stuff in my mouth. 

He held my head down hard and wouldn't let go and his cock jerked in my mouth. I couldn't stop myself I swallowed and swallowed. I thought I'd be sick but it didn't taste horrible.

Daddy, afterwards, you know, it was really, really horrible what he made me do, but I felt proud of myself and for the first time I knew what girls meant when they said 'girl power' I'd been able to make him have his climax, even though he'd wanted to put it between my legs. 

He took me home and then kept phoning and saying he would tell other boys that I'd sucked him if I didn't go out with him, and it scared me and so I said I'd go out with him again one more time.. 

He took me into the woods and parked. I got nervous when I saw him pick up a blanket. He took me to a little grassy place and put the blanket down. I started to feel scared and wondered what he was going to do to me. He put his arms round me and kissed me and that was nice, but soon he was undoing my blouse and pulled it open. He threw it on the grass and pulled my bra off.

Daddy, honestly, I really tried to stop him but he pulled me down on the blanket. When he got me down all struggling to stop him, he lay on one of my arms so I couldn't move it. Then he held my other wrist over my head with his other hand. Honestly I was completely helpless, Daddy. He'd got me at his mercy I couldn't do anything I swear it. 

He started to lick my nipples and suck. His hand was squeezing my other breast and, I'm sorry Daddy, but I started to relax. Boys had done it to me before and it's nice what it does – you know – between my legs I can feel it when a boy does that. 

Then I felt his hand lifting the hem of my skirt, to pull it up. I tried desperately to stop him, but he pulled my panties down and over my feet. He put his leg over mine to help hold me still, and then he was staring down at me, at my naked body. Nobody except my Mum had seen me all naked since I was a baby. 

He rubbed his fingers through my hair and down between my legs. I could feel his fingers trying to find my pussy hole and I gasped out that I was on my period and had a tampon inside. He had my panties off, my blouse and bra off. I was nearly naked to him and I wanted it to end. 

He said my period was no problem, I would have to have it the way he did it to his sister. He turned me over on my tummy. My skirt was round my waist. My tight bottom cheeks nakedly exposed to him. He straddled over my hips. I looked over my shoulder saw him putting spit on his hard dick. He pulled my cheeks apart and I realised what he was going to do to me. He put lots more spit on my tightest place and I felt him rubbing it on and in me. I struggled and fought and begged him to stop but he was much too strong. I felt the tip of his cock nudge against me there.

I begged and begged him. Please don't, please, please don't do that to me. Please, I'll do anything else you want. Please don't put it in me there. He just put more spit on my hole, and I felt the tip of his cock as he pushed at me to get in.

The pain was awful, Daddy. I was screaming with pain as I felt him start to stretch me, my tight muscle fighting to stop him doing it. I was sobbing underneath him. Another push and my muscle gave in. I screamed out at the terrible pain, all concentrated in that one place. He started to push it further, then he pulled back and out. Through the pain I felt relieved because I thought he'd done with me, but he spat on his fingers and coated my hole, spat some more and pushed it inside my ass with his finger. Then he coated his dick and put it to my asshole, and this time it stretched more easily and he was inside all the way up. He started a slow in and out and I felt the pressure of his groin as he forced me against the blanket. I felt all full of his swollen cock rubbing in my asshole, and the pain of my stretched bottom muscle. He began to go faster. He was yelling he was cumming and I felt the jerking of his cock as it spurted deep inside me. 

He lay panting on top of me, his thrusting at last ended. When he got off he ignored that I was sobbing in pain. He just opened my cheeks and looked at where he had done me. He said he could see his cum oozing out of my asshole and that I was lovely and tight up there. The next time he took me out, he said, he was going to bring some cream with him to help get it up, and after a few times I would love it when he fucked me there, just like his sister did. 

He watched me, grinning as I collected my clothes and used my panties to wipe his male cum from my bottom and legs. I dressed but couldn't bear to look at him as he at last let me cover myself. He took me home and said not to tell anyone or he would be telling all the boys I'd asked him do me like that. I crept in and went to my room, shut myself in my bathroom and tried to scrub the vileness of him from everywhere his cum had been on me After that I made sure to keep out of his way, and now he's left the area to go to university."

Her Dad was holding her tightly, and making soothing noises. Liz's hand had strayed to his lap as she talked, and she knew from the stiffening of his prick that he was totally turned on by her confession. When she had told him that Harry had turned her onto her stomach she felt his dick give a huge throb. She began to unzip him as she continued her tale. When she got to the part where he was pressing his prick against her resisting anus, she had his cock in her hand and was rubbing it up and down, pulling the foreskin over his knob and right back again. And when in her story Harry had come inside her ass, his dick had erupted, spraying her hand and arm with his sperm. Doug sat back in his seat, heart thumping, chest heaving, as he recovered from the incredible tale his daughter had told.

When he gathered his breath he asked why she hadn't told him at the time, because he would have taken some strong action and the young man would have finished in prison. Liz said that she didn't want the story to get out, that she would have felt even worse when she imagined the sniggering remarks of her classmates and the lewd comments by other boys who probably wanted to do the same thing to her. She had told only her brother, Carl. 

Carl had been wonderfully understanding and kind. He had in fact beat up the boy who had taken her ass, making him keep well away from Liz, and forced him to keep quiet about the incident and not brag about his conquest to the other boys. No one knew except the boy himself and Carl. He became known as her protector, and although she continued to go out with boys they no longer pestered her for sex on dates if she said "No". 

There was a little cove nearby that was impossible to access by foot, so Doug suggested a swim there. They anchored under the tall cliffs and slipped into swimming costumes, diving into the clear waters, swimming and splashing. They swam back to the yacht and gathered a picnic and rugs and towels, put them in the dinghy and motored to the beach. Under the cliffs it was impossible to be seen from above, so they stripped off their costumes and dried each other. 

As Doug was gently patting at her breasts relishing their tightness, the way she spread her legs for him to dry her there, he suddenly pulled her down onto the large blanket. She moved her hands to his crotch and cupped his swelling cock. She watched the expressions on his face as she pulled it with her small hand, then she held it up for inspection. Doug anxiously asked her what was wrong. Liz just sighed and said "There's so much cock and so little time" ending it with a giggle, smiling at him while she said it. He laughed out loud and told her she was a minx, but a nice, a beautiful, minx. 

She stroked him until he became hard, but not fully hard. This was the way it felt best to Liz when she started to take a prick in her mouth. Slightly hard but not fully hard, just thick. Liz quickly lay down on the rug facing him, her face almost at her Dad's cock, and slowly pushed her lips over the thick head. The warm wetness of her mouth lapping and sucking on him after the coolness of the sea water felt good, and he looked down on his daughter's head as it bobbed along his shaft. He began to moan and encouraged her with his fingers in her hair, holding her face close to his groin. He remembered her saying that the boy's come had tasted "not horrible as she had expected" and the image of her doing that on the seat of a car brought on his climax. He held her head tightly as he bucked his hips against her face, feeling his balls tightening, the feeling of intense pleasure seemed to come up from his toes, engulfing his thighs, his balls, then he was lost as it spurted out, throb by throb into her mouth. He could feel her mouth sucking on him, her throat tightening as she swallowed his cum.

Liz's voice was husky as she said "Oh Daddy, I do love you so much. I want you to do everything to me that you do to Mummy." Doug lay exhausted, listening to what she said, and wondering, if she knew what he did with his wife, whether she would enjoy those same things done to her. He fell into a light sleep as his body relaxed. Liz cuddled to him and dozed in the warm sun.

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Chapter Four - Laura looks on

They returned home to find the house apparently empty. They went upstairs and instead of going to her own room, Liz followed her Dad into her parents' bedroom. Closing the door behind them, Liz locked it.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Sucking you and loving you got me so worked up and you fell asleep. You didn't do it to me on the beach and now it's my turn. Now you've got to do it to me, please, please, please Daddy" Liz begged him. 

She moved quickly to him and threw her arms around his neck. He tried to move back but she held tight. Her mouth pressed hard against his as her tongue pushed its way into his mouth. It quickly found his tongue and began wriggling against it. Doug stopped trying to move away and began kissing Liz back. When his breathing became heavy she knew that she'd got her way with him. She unfastened her skirt and pushed it down. Her bra was next and then her panties. She stood there in front of her Dad with nothing to cover her youthful body, her breasts tight, breasts with jutting nipples pointing yearningly at him. She backed towards the bed and lay down, her Dad looking at her beautiful fresh body, her breasts now flattened, her bush of hair indicating the joining of her thighs. She moved her legs apart and he saw the hairs stopping abruptly and leaving her exposed slit, the cleft, the cheeks concealing her ass. His dick was recovering from what his daughter had done only a little earlier. It stirred and began to stiffen.

"Please do it to me, Daddy" she said moving her legs further apart. He began to strip, frantically tearing at his clothes and throwing them to one side and then stood nakedly above her. He saw her eyes fasten on his dick as it swelled further, and she reached out a hand towards it. He knelt beside her on the bed and she took hold of it and began to squeeze and pull. Then she rolled onto her tummy and got to her knees doggy style.

"Look at me, Daddy. Look between my legs. You can have anything you want." His heart pounded as he did as she said, and looked at her tight cheeks, the split between opening up to reveal her tight crinkled hole and below that, the swollen lips of her cunt. Her head was buried in the pillow and Doug couldn't resist putting the tip of his cock to her rosy hole. She moaned but made no attempt to stop him. He thought he felt her push backwards towards his knob end, but couldn't be sure. Then he put it against her sopping cunt, rubbing it up and down her slit, making the head of his cock wet and slick with her juices. He pushed it against her cunt hole and she pushed back hard, and he saw his knob end lodged securely in her opening, separating the folds of her pussy. Then he pushed harder making it slip more deeply into her wetness. As he began to pump her she started to moan and make little mewing sounds. Then her voice low, almost inaudible, gasping out words and garbled sentences. Doug could only make out odd words, lost as he was in the sensations he was getting from his daughter's tightness. He thought he heard "....been so long now. Do it. Do it. Don't stop. Right in, higher, further. Cum in me." Then a fragment that seemed to be..."in the other one .... good for me .... l'll turn .... cream me..."

In the adjoining bathroom, the noise of Doug's shoes dropping on the floor woke Laura who had fallen asleep while taking a bath. She sat up and listened. She could hear the murmur of voices in the bedroom next door. She continued to listen until she could make out two voices. She could not tell who it was, only that there were two different voices coming from her bedroom. Laura stepped out of the bath and pressed her ear to the door and listened. She could hear the familiar creaking of her bed and low voices and guessed that Doug had a woman with him and wondered if it was Sally. The two women had returned tired from their shopping expedition and both had said they would take a bath. She risked trying the door handle and she was able to silently inch the door open.




Growing Together... Pt. 02



Doug was now pushing his cock to meet his daughter's hips and she was humping wildly back against him. The bed was rocking and Laura could see her husband's dick pumping in and out of a very wet cunt. Laura continued to watch as she herself became excited, the moistness starting between her pussy lips. She heard the woman say in a muffled husky voice that sounded familiar that she wanted it harder. The rocking of the bed became more violent as Doug speeded the movement of his hips. Laura heard the voice again, this time telling her husband how good it felt for his cock to fuck her the way it was, and with a shock she at last recognized the voice of her own daughter. Liz was about to reach her orgasm; Doug was beginning to feel his cum start at his balls and race to his cock. He began moaning that he was going to cum. She heard Liz telling Doug to shoot his cum inside her. Laura now knew that her husband was on the bed fucking their daughter and their daughter was loving every inch and second of it. Doug exploded his sperm deep inside Liz's pussy, coating the inner walls. It mixed with her own spendings and oozed out between his cock and her pussy. Liz's cum was extremely powerful. More powerful than the day before. Her body quaked as she pounded her hips onto her Dad's cock as they came together. Doug held her hips tightly against him as she kept her hips rocking. The naked couple were gasping and making small noises. Laura saw her husband's hips pull back and his semi flaccid dick slip out of her daughter's cunt. His cum ran out of her and Laura watched as it dribbled down and onto the bed. 

Laura stood back from the door, eyes wide and mouth open. She went back into the bathroom, quickly dried herself and slipped into her clothes, thrown down on the floor. She couldn't believe what she had just seen happen in her marriage bed. She didn't know what to do right now. She heard them moving in the room again and guessed they were dressing. Laura quietly opened the bathroom door onto the corridor and walked towards the stairs. As she got there she heard the door open behind her and turned around to see Doug and Liz coming out. She smiled at them and asked them if they had enjoyed themselves. Liz flushed scarlet and looked at her Dad. Laura continued by saying that it had certainly looked as though they were enjoying themselves a lot. Laura turned around and walked downstairs. Doug looked at his daughter with a baffled expression on his face. Liz had a similar expression. They didn't know what to think. Laura didn't seem horrified or flaming mad at what she had hinted she knew. 

Doug and Liz were soon downstairs at the table. Doug sat at the end chair, Liz at the left side of her Dad and Laura at the right side. Liz looked at her Mum across the table, and she seemed happy, but Liz couldn't understand how that could be. She had just practically admitted to Liz and her Dad that she not only knew about their incestuous affair, but had seen them doing it. How could she be happy? Liz was totally confused.

Nothing was said during dinner. Everyone looked at their plate while they ate and avoided looking at each other. Laura finally broke the silence by asking Liz how her day had been. Liz, looking surprised by the unexpected question, answered "Fine, great Mum." Doug, for the first time, looked at Laura. Now both Liz and Doug were totally confused by Laura's sudden happiness. 

As Laura finished her dinner she picked her plate up and took it into the kitchen. Toni was standing over the sink and as Laura walked up behind her, reached around and put the plate into the sink. Before retrieving her hand Laura brushed her hand across the front of Toni's breasts. Toni almost fell from the sudden jolt of pleasure that surged through her. As Laura removed her hand and stepped back Liz came into the kitchen with her and Doug's plates. Laura couldn't be sure whether Liz had seen what her hand had been doing and realised that she was going to have to be very careful when she was around Toni, especially when any of her family were close by. Liz set the plates on the counter beside Toni and told her the meal was very good and thanked her.

"Would you like to walk in the garden with me, Liz?" her mother asked. "Or would you prefer to change your panties first? It must be very uncomfortable to be wearing panties that are sticky and wet." Liz flushed scarlet. She could think of no suitable reply and guiltily walked outside with her mother. As they walked towards the rear garden, Laura thought of Toni and what they had talked about a few days ago. About how she had felt then and what had almost taken place. About her intention that it would not be long before something very definitely did take place between them. With her own desires still to be fulfilled in so many different ways, she couldn't bring herself to condemn her daughter or her husband.

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To be continued in

Part Three :

Chapter Five - Toni's story

Chapter Six - Toni and the Sports Coach

Chapter Seven - Laura and Liz become firm friends



Growing Together... Pt. 03



Growing Together - The Bunting Family Part 2

Susan England Revised October 2004. This story may not be published at any site without the express permission of the Author at her email address englander1961@yahoo.co.uk

This is a work of fiction written for the enjoyment of adult readers over the age of 18 years and contains explicit sexual material. If this is likely to offend you, please read no further. All characters are fictitious and over the age of 18 years.

Part Three (Chapters 5, 6 and 7)

Chapter 5 - Toni's story

A few days earlier, before Liz and Doug began their intimacy, Laura walked into the kitchen after her morning shower wearing her usual brief underwear under a filmy dressing gown.

Toni was already at work dressed in cool thin, wide legged cotton shorts that were almost indecently short, and a loose T shirt which failed to conceal that she wore no bra. Her breasts were taut with the firmness of a young woman, and her nipples were faintly visible as they sat softly under her shirt. She was washing the breakfast dishes used by Doug and Liz before they left the house. Toni smiled and greeted her when she walked into the kitchen and sat at the table. 

"Coffee in a second" Toni said cheerily. 

"Join me. Come and sit with me" said Laura. Toni wiped her hands, poured the coffee and joined her employer. 

"How's your love life, Toni?" asked Laura, "I hope it's better than mine." 

Toni's face became animated. "Don't talk to me about boys. I've learned they only want one thing from a girl, and if you don't give in to them they dump you pretty quickly and go with a girl who will do what they want."

Laura was surprised at Toni's intensity. "Is there something you'd like to tell me about that?" she asked. 

Toni looked down at her hands, obviously embarrassed. "I don't know whether I can" she muttered. 

"I understand, Toni, but if you'd like to confide in me, I promise I won't tell."

They sat quietly sipping their coffee. "Well perhaps you can give me some advice, but please promise you won't tell anyone else." 

"I promise" said Laura quietly. 

Toni began very hesitantly, gaining confidence as she spoke. 

"Well a boy asked me to a party at his house when his parents were away for the weekend so I dressed in my best white nylon blouse and a loose cotton skirt that would be all comfortable if we danced and twirled around. There were five couples and we were all about the same age. The boys had brought some bottles of what looked like soft drink, but I didn't like the taste of it so I went in the kitchen and poured it down the sink. The juice was on the worktop but there was a bottle of vodka as well. I got myself some straight orange but the other girls kept finishing their drinks and the boys would bring them more. Then the boys started heavy petting with the girls, including the one who'd asked me to the party. He started kissing me and feeling my breasts and undoing my buttons. I tried to make him stop but he soon had my blouse open wide and he pushed my bra right up high."

Laura had a mental picture of her young tight breasts, completely naked and open to the view of all the boys. She felt a familiar rush of heat and a tingling, low in her stomach. 

"I was wearing this skirt with an elastic waist and he held my arms with one of his hands, then he started to put his other hand up my skirt. I was fighting him off as best I could but I felt him pulling at my panties. He got them off and I was lying there underneath him practically naked.

'Lie still. Lie still. Open your legs for me. Please open. Please. I've got to feel it' he was saying. His fingers were scrabbling through - er - you know - well my hair down there, trying to get between my legs. 

Then the phone rang and he said 'Oh shit that'll be my parents. You lie there. I've got to answer. Just lie still. I'll be back in a minute.'

He got up and went in another room and at last I could to sit up. I grabbed my panties and pulled them up. I could see that all the other girls had clothes off. One was lying back on the couch. Her legs were bare and spread wide. A boy had his hands between them. He'd got one of his fingers up her and was pushing it in and out. I couldn't take my eyes away. I just kept looking at her hairy bush and the boy's finger going in and out, all shiny and wet from her. 

None of the girls had their panties on. One was on her hands and knees sucking a boy's thingy. Her bare bottom was sticking up in the air and I could see between her cheeks. I could even see her secret crinkled hole and the hairy slit of her sex. Another was completely naked with her legs spread wide. A naked boy was kneeling between her legs with his hand pointing his thing at her slit. He leant over her and I heard him say 'Put it in for me.'

The girl's fingers grabbed it and pulled it against herself. She rubbed it up and down and it got all wet and shiny, then she held it still. The boy pushed and the end of it disappeared then he pulled out, pushed again, pulled out, and when he pushed again it went right inside. Then he was lying on her stomach and his thighs were humping up and down on hers. She was bucking her hips up to meet his and I knew that he was deep inside her. 

The other girl was naked and on her back and a naked boy was at the side of her. Her breasts and stomach were covered with shiny white globs and it was trickling down her side. She had got her hand between her legs and she was twirling at her clit. It was all swollen and I could see it poking out from its little hood. Then she was crying out, and her hips lifted right off the carpet and she cum onto her fingers. 

I got up and dashed for the door and ran away. When I felt safe I walked to the bus station. While I was waiting for the bus I kept thinking about what I'd seen. I knew the boys had loosened up the girls with the vodka in the drinks. I was pretty sure the other girls hadn't really been against letting the boys seem to force them. I was just so relieved the phone had stopped the boy I was with. I knew that I couldn't have stopped him from raping me, he was too strong. 

When I went to bed I kept thinking and thinking about the girl who'd been fingering herself. I couldn't help it and I got all excited and stuff you know. 

And I thought of the boys with their hard things pushing them up the girls and spurting their stuff over them. On their bodies and on their faces - even into their mouths if she let him. It just seemed horrid and made me feel sick."

Then, her head in her hands, tears running down her face, Toni asked Laura if she thought she was lesbian because of what had excited her, and what had turned her off. Laura put her arm around Toni's shoulders and pulled her close. Her other hand strayed to Toni's arm and gently stroked it. 

"Poor Toni, you had an awful experience. You were trying to fight him off and almost got raped. You might have been gang raped. Oh Toni I do understand why you feel this way about boys. They can be so rough and so selfish. But have you ever had 'an experience' with another girl? If you haven't I want you to know that it's perfectly natural for a girl to do it with another girl and nothing to be ashamed of. When I was young I did things with a girl friend. We experimented with each other. We did exciting things to each other, touching and stroking and feeling. We got lots of pleasure from it. We began to learn what our bodies enjoyed. How it responded to sexy touching, and we found that it was especially exciting when the fingers were somebody else's. It's really, really comforting to do it with another girl. Girls are much gentler and want to please each other. Young men usually want just to please themselves. Girls don't brag about it like boys do and another girl can't make you pregnant. But even if you do it with another girl and really love it, it doesn't mean you're lesbian. In fact it might give you the confidence to make a very special friendship with a man. 

Doing it with a man gives a girl unique pleasures. Well it does if he's patient and thinks of you as well as himself. Perhaps what you need most of all is a man, a mature man and not an impatient selfish boy. So, it's OK that you think about that girl, and how she looked when she did it to herself." Laura was still gently stroking Toni whose tears had stopped. "Now tell me, have you ever done anything with another girl?"

Toni reached for a paper napkin from the table and wiped her eyes and the tip of her nose. Then she said, "Well once I . . . . . there was one time. . . ." her voice halted and she seemed unable to carry on. 

"Go on, what 'once' happened" whispered Laura. "Tell me. There's no one else in the house but you and me. No one can hear you and no one will come in on us. And I won't tell anyone."

CHAPTER SIX - Toni and the Sports Coach

Toni had been very keen on sports at high school. She was especially good at gymnastics and was in the class display and competition team. After she left high school at the age of 18 years, she joined a local sports college that gave coaching in the different sports areas and one was female gymnastics.

The sports coach was an older woman, perhaps in her early forties, with a slim, firm athletic body. Toni thought she was not married because she always insisted on being called "Miss Adam" and wore no rings.

One day right at the end of class a lot of equipment needed to be cleared away and Toni offered to help. The rest of the athletes went to get changed and Miss Adam and Toni started putting away the beams, the vaulting horse, fastening the ropes back against the wall and so on. 

"Just put those weights away while I check on something, Toni," said Miss Adam. She went out and was gone for several minutes. When she came back she said that just before they changed she wanted Toni to show her some 'one hand and one foot' balances on the wall bars. Toni obediently climbed up a few bars and started to turn sideways. 

"No, no, Toni, I want you to go higher. I'll tell you when you're are high enough."

Toni climbed some more and her coach said "Right that will do nicely." Toni carefully positioned one foot on a bar, her right hand gripping another bar at above shoulder height. Then she turned sideways and at Miss Adam's command, she pushed away from the wall bars and stretched out her other leg and arm as far as they would go, raising her free arm high. 

"Chin up, chin up. Don't look down" came the command. She held the pose for what seemed long enough and risked looking down. The bottom of her wide legged gym shorts were just above Miss Adam's head, and her teacher seemed to be staring intently up into her shorts, where she would see her dark blue gym panties tightly stretched across her crotch. 

Her eyes seemed bright and her face was rather flushed as she barked "Toni, get your chin up and don't look down. You spoil the composition of your pose. Now I'm going to adjust the position of your legs slightly so that you have better symmetry."

Toni's head snapped upwards and she stared straight ahead, not daring to look down. She felt her teacher's hand on her knee, pulling her legs even wider, then suddenly her other hand was on Toni's upper thigh, just, but only just, below the stretched gym panties. Her teacher's breath was becoming rather laboured as she said, 

"Toni, you must learn to fit your panties more neatly to your body. When we have exhibitions and visitors are in the gym, especially male visitors, we don't want them to see your girly hair poking out, do we? Can I adjust them for you?"

Toni didn't dare to say no, and, her heart thumping, she heard her voice quaver "Yes. It's alright Miss Adam."

Her teacher heard the tremble in the teenager's voice and knew Toni was aware of the sexuality of the situation. But she had agreed!!! She very gently took the edge of Toni's gusset and tugged it down and to one side. With her legs stretched wide, Toni could feel the cooler air against her pussy lips. She knew they had separated with her pose. There was no movement from Miss Adam, who just kept the panties pulled away from Toni's crotch, her eyes greedily taking in the sight of her pupil's hairy quim. 

"I must just smooth your hair back inside your panties, Toni, then you will look more respectable. Can I do that for you?" 

The girl uttered a strangled "Yes, Miss Adam."

The fingers brushed lightly against the soft curling hair, so very gently, and Toni felt a rush of heat through her body. Again the fingers brushed. The gusset was softly replaced. 

"That's better. Now for the other side." The fingers again pulled down and outwards on Toni's panties and again there was the softest of touches against the secret feminine hair between her legs. Again there was the rush of feeling, and a tingling had started between her legs and about her nipples. She felt a warm wetness flow downwards, as though she was on her period, and she heard Miss Adam catch her breath. "Beautiful, beautiful," she murmured softly. 

Her coach gently replaced her panties, covering her bush from view. "Get down now, Toni. We've finished the lesson for today" she said, then in a voice that was not meant to be audible to Toni, she added "but perhaps you need some education in other matters." Her voice was barely under control, and there was an obvious quivering in her speech. 

Toni climbed down, her teacher noticing the flush in her face and the rapid movement of her young breasts as she tried to calm her breathing. She had clearly seen the wetness suddenly dampen her pupil's opened pussy lips as she brushed her pubic hair. 

"Come, Toni, let us get a shower and dress" and Miss Adam led the way to the changing rooms. 

The showers for the athletes were through the changing rooms, with a single private shower adjoining for the use of the coach to avoid mutual embarrassment. 

Miss Adam went into her shower and changing cubicle and Toni quickly stripped off and stood under the hot shower. She turned off the water and walked into the changing area, picked up her towel and began to dry herself. There was a sudden clatter and banging from the teacher's cubicle and a shriek from Miss Adam. Toni rushed to the door and called out "Miss Adam, are you OK in there?"

"Oh, Toni, help me please, I've slipped and hurt myself. The door isn't locked."

Without another thought Toni pushed open the door and went in, clutching the towel in front of her nakedness. The area was quite spacious and Miss Adam was lying nakedly on the floor. Toni dropped her towel and took her arm, put it around her shoulders and helped to support her coach as she limped to a bench seat. As she turned sideways to help her sit on the bench, Miss Adam's nipples rasped along Toni's side then across her own nipples. For long moments they stood facing each other, breast-to-breast, nipple-to-nipple. Then the older woman put her hands on the girl's hips and used them to steady herself as she sat down. She kept her hands on Toni's hips, gripping them as though in pain. 

Toni could feel the warmth of her teacher's breath on her lower stomach as she panted. She suddenly became aware that her pubic mound was on a level with Miss Adam's eyes, and only a few inches away. She tried tentatively to pull away, but the hands gripped her firmly and would not let go. 

"You are going to have to help me to the first aid room, Toni, because I think I have pulled a muscle in my thigh. Please pass my towel and help me pat dry so I can get my shorts and a top on. I checked earlier and we are alone in the college with the doors locked, so you will have to be my first aider!"

The girl got the towel and Miss Adam stretched out her legs. "Kneel down and dry them for me" she instructed. Toni knelt and the shapely legs opened in front of her. She nervously patted the bare knees and calves. 

"Higher, Toni, when someone is hurt there is no time for modesty." 

Toni looked at the tanned legs, lifted her eyes and saw the wet bush between her teacher's legs. The legs twitched further apart and the cleft between was clearly visible, the hair disappearing backwards between her coach's thighs. Her face aflame and her breathing increasingly ragged, Toni dabbed at the inner thighs as they opened even wider. 

"Help me into my shorts" was the next command, and Toni stood, bent at the middle, holding the shorts so that they were open wide to her teacher's foot. Miss Adam put her arm across the student's shoulders and turned towards her. 

"Oh god," thought Toni, "I'll have my nose in her pussy any minute." The shorts were now on and Toni had to pull them up to the teacher's waist. Then she was pulling a T-shirt over her head and seemed to pause for a long time as she struggled to get her head through the neck, leaving Toni goggling at her small tight breasts with erect tiny nipples. 

"Now help me down the corridor" she said. 

Toni helped support her to the door of the changing room and it was only as Miss Adam opened the door that she realised that she herself was still quite naked. She tried to pull away, but her teacher would not loosen her grip "I need to put some clothes on," gasped Toni. 

"Don't be silly girl, I've told you we are alone in the college and the door is only two yards away. In any case we are both female and you have nothing that I don't have. Now do as you are told and help me into the first aid room."

Toni hadn't the confidence to argue further and within seconds they were both in the College Nurse's sick room. There was a blanket covered couch and Miss Adam demanded to be helped gently onto it. "In the cupboard there, you will find some stretch bandages. Bring me one. Now take off my shorts" and she lifted her thighs. 

Her heart hammering and her hands trembling, Toni took the waistband of her teacher's shorts and pulled them down and off. The legs again fell wide apart. With her crotch as wide as it could be, Miss Adam said, "I want you to put your fingers where I tell you and massage the muscle, because I won't be able to drive with the pain I have. Put your fingers here" and she placed her own at the very top of her inside thigh where her leg joined her pussy. Toni stood nervously in front of her, her nipples jutting forward, her chest heaving, her face flushed and a tight tingling in the pit of her stomach. She was again very aware of a feeling of pins and needles down between her legs, and of moisture beginning to flow out of her vagina. She licked her lips and Miss Adam then impatiently took her hand and held it against her upper thigh. "There, Toni, there. Now rub."

Toni began to rub and as she did so, the coach moved the girl's hand fractionally higher until it was nestling in her pubic hair. Toni felt her fingers being straightened, then slipped down between Miss Adam's legs. She felt the wetness between the folds of skin and her fingers were being encouraged to rub up and down the cleft. The teacher's hand moved up to her breast and began to rub and pull at her nipples. Toni could no longer stop her hand from its movement in her teacher's pussy and could feel at her fingertip, the intimate opening into her body. 

"Put your finger in there, put it up me. Don't stop. Don't stop. Keep doing it. Come closer. Stand close to me" Miss Adam gasped. 

Toni stood as close as she could without stopping her finger from working in and out of her teacher's cunt. Then her own legs were being encouraged to part by her teacher's hand. She had no will to dispute the insistent pushing on her thighs. Her feet moved apart and a mature hand moved up her naked thigh, between her legs, along her sopping pussy lips, and an experienced probing finger was slipping into her virgin's hole. Then an equally knowing thumb was rubbing at her clit. Lightening flashed, her body seemed to explode and she was wailing as her hips bucked against the teacher's violation of her innocent sex. 




Growing Together... Pt. 03



Toni's finger had slipped out of Miss Adam's cunt and as she regained her balance after her explosive climax, she looked down to see Miss Adam frantically probing at her hole and at her own clit. Then she too was calling out in her ecstasy, her fingers slowly becoming still. She stood and the two gasping females wrapped their arms about each other. They hugged each other, the teacher's hand lightly caressing the young girl, her lips kissing her cheek, her eye and then so gently on the girl's soft lips.

"My darling, my darling, was that your first time" murmured Miss Adam in Toni's ear.

"Yes, Miss Adam," quavered the girl. 

"Did you like it?"

"Oh yes, I did. I was scared at first but I liked it."

"Then would you like us to do it again? Another time?"

"Oh Miss Adam. Yes please. Whenever you say."

But they never did it again. Miss Adam was called away to her very sick mother in the north of the country, and transferred to another college to be close to her. Toni got a birthday and a Christmas card, and each one invited her to spend a holiday in the north. She would have liked to go but she never had.

Laura's heart was thudding as she listened to Toni's experience. Her lips were dry, her lower lips damp, and her hand was gently brushing at Toni's arm, but lower down now, close to her outside thigh. Her own left thigh was touching Toni's right, from hip to knee. Without conscious thought her hand moved from Toni's arm and lay lightly on top of her thigh. Toni could feel the heat of it and had a sudden dryness in her own mouth. Her employer's hand drifted over the surface of her skin, up and down, first by her knee then floating back towards the leg of her shorts. 

Laura inched away from Toni, opening a space between them. Her mature hand gripped her, eased her legs apart, then Laura moved even further away and pulled the teen's knee so that her legs gaped wide. Without consciously realising what she was doing, Toni lifted herself fractionally from the bench and let herself be spread wide. Her eyes were closed, her breasts taut, her nipples aching and hard. Her whole body was trembling and she felt a treacherous wetness oozing from her. Laura's fingers brushed lightly up her thigh, under the leg of her shorts and touched the dampness of her panties. Toni felt fingertips scrape along the surface of the thin cotton and a cry escaped her as incredible sensations flashed from her pussy to the tense knot of excitement building inside her. Knowing fingers dipped under the loose edge of her panties and slipped up and down her swollen pussy lips, brushing against her heavy bush of sex hair. 

Suddenly a harsh buzzing noise filled the kitchen and Toni jolted back upright, closing her legs. 

"Don't Mrs. Bunting. Please stop. Oh please stop. That must be the baker at the gate wanting me to let him in. Please stop. Oh please" 

Laura's breath was rasping in her throat and she found it difficult to speak with Toni's pussy open and wanting her. "Oh god, he had to come now didn't he. It's the story of my life these days" she heard herself say. But Toni jumped to her feet and threw the switch to open the gate. 

Laura went upstairs to take another shower and put on dry panties, almost sobbing with frustration.

CHAPTER SEVEN - Laura and Liz become firm friends. 

These thoughts had filled her mind as she watched her husband and daughter coupling, and she now had a determination to possess the young firm body of her kitchen help. She walked outside with her daughter and there was a long pause before anyone spoke. Laura put her arm around Liz. 

"Liz darling, it was wrong of me to be so bitchy about you and Daddy. I really did mean that you must be uncomfortable because you hadn't had time to change but I said it in a very nasty way and I'm sorry. Believe me I know only too well how it feels to have had a man, to have felt his excitement, and to have what he spurts out running into my panties. It's happened to me more times than I can count!"

"Mummy, would you, errr I mean, well. Daddy and me. Do you want ermmmm. .... ."

"Liz, there are things you are going to learn about me and your Daddy and you are going to have to be equally understanding. So if you mean do I want you to stop, I've got to say 'No' not unless you or Daddy wants to. You are a woman now and I was active at your age - and earlier" she laughed.

"Do you mean about you and Uncle Charles?" Liz asked. 

Laura stopped dead." How on earth do you know about that? Has Daddy told you?"

"No. I saw you in the pool the other day, and that's what made me run to Daddy and try to comfort him. That's why we did it. I sort of made him by teasing him in a way he couldn't resist."

Laura grinned at her daughter. "Yes. You'll always find there are ways to get a man to do what you want. You've certainly learned early! Oh my darling, I do believe we are going to have some interesting confessions, you and I."

By this time they had made a full circle around the lawned garden and were back at the kitchen door again. Before they re-entered the house Laura said that perhaps the two of them could become very special friends, and that Liz might like her mother to give her advice and learn from her own experiences, to which Liz quickly agreed. Then Liz and Laura walked arm in arm into the house. 

Liz found her Dad and told him everything her Mum had said, then went upstairs to change her panties at last. The cum was dry on her pussy, her hairs were caked together and her panties were sticking to her. She decided to take a quick shower. 

Her mother came upstairs to use her own bathroom and heard Liz's shower so she looked into her room. She saw panties on the floor and picked them up. She could smell the odour of her daughter's sexual arousal and saw how stiff they were from her juices and from her husband's cum. As she dropped them back on the floor, she had a picture of Liz, bottom in the air, her pussy full of swollen cock which prodded and poked inside her. She saw again the moment of her husband's climax, when he shot his spunk into Liz's sopping cunt. She remembered as his familiar dick slipped out, the pussy staying open from the stretching and fucking it had received, with cum running out and coating Liz's dark bush of hair, then dripping onto the bed. 

She silently went into the bedroom she shared with Doug and looked at the rumpled bed sheets. She touched the stains, which were already stiff with mingled sex. Her breasts tingled and a lustful ache was inside her. She knew that the thought of what she had seen was making her sexually aroused, that she could willingly watch it again. She wished that Doug would come in the room and throw her on the bed, rip her clothes off, rape and fuck her insensible. She wouldn't care if Liz heard, or even whether she stood and watched as long as she had a thorough fucking. 

Best of all would be to relive with Doug those exciting months and years after their wedding, when barely a night went by without her being done. How Doug had to have her even when she was having her period, and how he had persuaded her to let him try her other, most personal and secret hole. He had been very gentle and had put cream liberally on her virginal ass. He had worked her with his fingers to stretch her; put on a condom, then had carefully eased his way into her bottom hole. At first it hurt, oh god it hurt, but her husband was always as gentle as he could be. He always took his time from her when to press further, deeper. Soon she got used to it and now it was always available for Doug whenever he wanted it that way. She found she really quite liked it too, as long as he was gentle with her as he started to put it in. 

That evening the phone rang and Liz answered. 

"CARL!" Liz shouted. It was her older brother calling from college. 

They talked for a little while before Carl asked to speak to his Dad. Liz handed the phone to him and Doug chatted to his son for a few minutes before telling him that they would be looking forward to him coming home for the holiday. When he was finished Carl spoke with his Mum. Laura sounded so happy to hear from her son. All too soon Carl had to go. Another student was waiting to use the phone. 

Liz was ecstatic that her brother was coming home from college. She loved her brother. He had always been there for her. He had even fought for her in school. Liz used to love to hang around with him, even when his friends started saying things about them, teasing them. Carl told them that if they didn't like it, they could go screw themselves. 

After that Liz would do anything for him. Now she would get to see her brother again in a few days. He would be coming down in only 3 more days. But before her Dad saw Carl again there was something she must tell both of her parents about herself and her brother. 

To be continued in Part Four



Growing Together... Pt. 04



GROWING TOGETHER – THE BUNTING FAMILY - PART FOUR

Susan England Revised October 2004. This story may not be published at any site without the express permission of the Author at her email address englander1961@yahoo.co.uk

This is a work of fiction written for the enjoyment of adult readers over the age of 18 years and contains explicit sexual material. If this is likely to offend you, please read no further.

THE BUNTING FAMILY - GROWING TOGETHER

Part Four - Chapters 8, 9.10 and 11

Chapter 8 – Carl offers Liz his help

The next day Doug walked with his daughter in the grounds of their home. "Liz, I want you to confide in me some more. What did you mean when you were talking to yourself, when I was loving you yesterday?"

She pretended not to understand what he was saying at first, but he told her that she had been begging him not to cum inside her and give her a baby. She had also said something about doing it "the other way". What did she mean?

Liz was quiet for a while, then she said "Daddy I've got some more to tell you about me but it's even more hard than telling you about me yesterday."

"Now listen Liz, I wasn't angry yesterday when you trusted me. I will always love you whatever you've done and whatever you tell me.

After much hesitation she gathered her courage and said "Well there's a lot more to it than that, Daddy. I'd better tell you everything that I did." 

The day after the boy had pumped his seed into Liz's bottom hole she felt sore and went into the garden for solitude. Carl had found her there with tears in her eyes. 

"Hey, Liz. What's the matter? What're you crying for?"

At first she couldn't tell him and stood up to go to her room. As she moved she winced with discomfort and Carl begged her to tell him why she was hurting. How had she hurt herself? 

She sat, he put his arms around her and she burst out crying. Between her sobs she told Carl what the boy had done and said to her and why she was sore. Carl soothed her and said that he would sort the boy out, would thrash him and make sure he was too afraid ever to tell anyone what he had done. 

A lot of Liz's distress was at the thought of the boy bragging to his friends, and of what they would call her and say to her. Any boy who knew would think he could do the same. 

Carl's promise to look after her made her feel more secure and a little less unhappy. 

"Are you very sore, Liz?" 

She nodded her head 'yes'. Then after some hesitation he said "You know I'm studying medicine, to be a doctor. Will you let me look to see if there's any damage there?"

"Carl, that's gross. I couldn't possibly let you look at me down there. You're my brother."

"Liz, you don't know how silly that sounds. It's as though you're saying that any other boy could look to see if you were OK, but not me. If you go and see our doctor he'll have to know what happened and the whole story will be out. He'd certainly tell Mother about it. In any case, you must have seen the doctor about 'female' things. He must have seen you down there and even to have touched you there when he's examined you. 

Chapter 9 – Liz visits the family Doctor

Liz blushed and remembered that her latest visit to see the family doctor was less than a month ago. She had been having discomfort with her periods and her Mother had advised her to see the doctor who had looked after her, and then the family for so many years. Her Mother had taken her into town and left her at the consulting room, then went into town for tea with a friend. Liz had the last appointment of the day, he was running late, and the last of the staff was leaving when the doctor called her into his room. He questioned her about her problem then said he would have to examine her, which included an intimate, an internal, examination. 

"Would you like me to call a nurse back to be present, or we could text your Mother and see if she can get back here before I need to examine you?" 

Liz wanted to get home to see a favourite TV programme. "No it's OK Doctor, you go ahead." 

"Very well. Go behind the screen and strip from the waist down, then lie on the couch and cover yourself with a blanket."

When she was ready he went behind the screen to her. He let down a sort of curtain so that what he did was hidden from her then started to press her tummy. "Does that hurt?" he asked. Reassured that it didn't he pressed very hard in a different place and she winced. "I shall have to examine you internally. Do you know what that means, Elizabeth?

"Yes, Doctor."

"You know that I shall have to put my fingers inside your vagina and feel inside you? Are you happy for me to do that or would you like another female to be present?"

She felt a bit nervous but she managed to whisper "Yes, Doctor, I mean no Doctor. There's no need for another woman. Just do it." After all, she thought, I've had a boy's finger up me before. 

He lifted each foot in turn and put it into a stirrup, which left her with her legs wide apart, feet in the air with her sex totally exposed. 

"I need you to be more flat, Elizabeth. I'm going to lower the head of the couch." 

He helped her head and shoulders to lie flat, then she was aware that the couch was being made to tilt so that her hips were raised. "Lift your hips" he said, and as she obeyed she felt a firm cushion inserted between her buttocks and the couch, positioned so that the edge reached her tail bone, leaving her nakedly exposed to his inspection. 

"I'm putting some jelly on my fingers so they will slip inside you without discomfort."

She felt his fingers lightly brush down her slit, down past her pussy opening, down over her most private hole which tightened at the unexpected touch. His fingertip circled the crinkled muscle, once, twice, and there was a gentle pressure. Then he gently parted her lower lips, searching out her vagina and this time there was a stronger pressure, his finger insisting on entry to her body. It slipped inside without discomfort. 

She could feel the slight fullness from his finger inside her. It began moving around, the finger probing, then started withdrawing and then was reinserted. She lay still, increasingly aware of the continual movement within her, and then as one finger was deep inside, she felt another finger touch softly over her clit. As it stroked her there she felt her clit swell. The finger inside began to move in and out again as the other gently brushed against her clit. Her hips were writhing on the couch. Her heart was thumping in her chest. Her breathing was heavy, panting, then her loins seemed to explode and she was bucking her hips onto his fingers, her voice crying out, making incoherent sounds. When she had stilled he stopped his movements and withdrew his finger. 

After a short silence he calmly said, "It was necessary for me to test some of your reactions to make sure there was no deep-seated reason for the problem you've been having. However, I found nothing to worry about except that physically you reacted incredibly quickly to a routine examination. You are of course 18 and at an age where you're especially sensitive down there. I was surprised though by the speed and intensity of your response. Now I won't mention it to your Mother. I don't want to embarrass you with your Mum, but you've just had a full-blown orgasm. Perhaps what you've been experiencing is related to you growing into mature womanhood. What we will do is put you on the birth control pill because that will help to regulate your periods and make your life a little easier. You must come back and see me in 2 month's time so that I can check that the pill is not having any side effects and I will then give you a prescription for continuing the tablets. I must warn you not to have intercourse for at least a full cycle, otherwise you could become pregnant."

He also told her that everything was normal and quite OK, that there were no 'medical' problems. "If you want to come back and see me again, privately, you can ring me yourself if you wish. I will give you a special number I give only to patients wanting very private, very confidential advice and treatment. You don't have to mention it to your parents if you want secrecy. You needn't hesitate to ask to see me because any future consultations will be completely free, your parents will get no bill to pay and of course I will never mention the matter to them. You will have complete patient confidentiality. If you do phone me, I will be able to make sure that no problems build up inside you."

Then he said he would just swab the jelly away. "Also, young lady, all of the secretions that ran out of your vagina!" Taking a cloth, he dampened it and softly wiped it between her wide-open legs. Her wetness had run right down between her cheeks and she felt very sensitive as he cleansed the whole of her bottom area. He softly patted her dry and finally took her feet out of the stirrups. 

"One more thing, Elizabeth, I will just make a few notes about your general condition. Just slip your top and bra off for me will you, please?

As she lay there she unfastened the buttons of her blouse. He helped lift her shoulders and she deftly slipped out of it and unsnapped her bra. She was conscious of being totally naked under his gaze and closed her eyes. 

He placed the stethoscope between her breasts and she shivered at its cold touch. He moved it from place to place, checking her breathing and heart. As he placed his fingers over her breast and tapped hard, he bent his head and listened to its echo inside her. His ear was brushing her nipple, then she felt his warm breath on her swelling breasts. Her nipples were erotically swollen, needle points of sensitive feeling. Her arms were trembling, her legs shaking as her emotions took her almost beyond her control. Her mouth was dry as she licked her lips. She was aware of her feminine wetness escaping again, dampening between her legs.

"Good, good. Everything seems to be quite normal there, Elizabeth. Just your blood pressure now." He wound the band around her arm and she felt the tightness on her as it inflated.

"Excellent. I will make notes while you dress. You can get up now. Do you feel quite well, Elizabeth? You seem flushed. Would you like to lie still for a while."

"No. No. I'm okay Doctor. Really I am." He heard the tremor in her voice and secretly smiled to himself.

He helped her to climb off the couch and as she modestly turned her back on him to slip into her panties, he looked at her tight round cheeks concealing the beauty of her young womanhood. He quickly adjusted himself, making his masculine reaction to her innocent perfection less noticeable.

As she was leaving he handed her a piece paper with a phone number on it. He told her that he almost never gave the number out, only to very special people who might want great privacy in consulting him. She should hide the paper away and let no-one else see it, and must ring the number to make an appointment to see him in 2 month's time.

Since that time she had never mentioned it to anyone, and never intended to. She was pretty sure that the doctor had deliberately made her cum, but it had been so incredibly exciting and sexy that she secretly hugged the memory to herself.

Chapter 10 – Carl the "Doctor"

Mentally replaying her exposure and the explosion of intense feeling gave her the confidence to tell her brother that he could look to see if she was torn, or bleeding or anything. 

"I'll show you in my room. They would never come in without me saying so," Liz said. So they went separately into the house. 

There was in fact no problem with privacy as their Mum was leaving for a lunch date with friends, and Dad would not be home from the office until the evening. 

Liz stood tensely in front of her bed. Although other boys had stripped her naked and had seen and felt every part of her body, she had never been exposed to her brother since they had been bathed together as children. 

"What shall I do?" she asked nervously. 

Carl equally nervously said "Go in your bathroom, take off your skirt and panties and wrap a towel round you. Then come back and lie on the bed, on your tummy." 

She quickly did as he said and lay down. 

Her brother's heart was thundering in his ears. He was intensely conscious of Liz as a very attractive and well-developed teenager. Although he had suggested examining her with the best of intentions, he was now only aware that he was about to see his sister's beautiful half-naked body. 

She lay flat on her tummy, her arms raised above her head, her hands gripping her pillow, her face turned away from him. He eased the towel from her hips and exposed the firm proud buttocks of his sister, with the deep cleft concealing the magic that lay unseen. 

His voice was shaking as he said "Can I just open your cheeks and look in between?"

"Yes" she choked, her voice tight with nervousness. 

He knelt beside her and she felt the quiver in his hands as he touched her tight cheeks. She felt him stretch her apart and felt the muscle protecting her anus open slightly. He was panting and she was aware of his breath fluttering against her bottom hole. The tiny hairs along her spine were erect with nervous excitement and she shivered beneath him. He saw the tight but stretched hole, a little red around the edges, but with no signs of damage. Just below it he could see the end of her slit. He had to see more, he just had to. He couldn't help taking advantage of the opportunity. 

"I can't see properly. Get on your knees, head down, so I can examine you better" he croaked. Liz lay still on the bed and made no response. "Please, Liz, please. Please lift up so as I can see you." he whispered. 

After a tiny pause, Liz did as he asked and the whole of her pussy and anal area was open to his view. 

The pouch of her sex was bulging, the lips thickening as he watched. Her bush was surprisingly thick and extended to the top of her slit. His whole body was trembling, his hands shaking with the beauty and mystery of what he had before him. 

His voice cracking with emotion he said "Everything looks fine on the outside, but I ought to check inside a little. With my finger. I'll put some cream on you. OK?" He waited for her response but she said nothing, just stayed kneeling in front of him. He went into her bathroom and got some of her cream. She hadn't moved when he returned. Her beautiful tight rounded bottom was still exposed, offered to his view. 

"Is it OK for me to touch you?" She didn't speak. She couldn't speak. Her throat was tight, her mouth was dry, there was a trembling within her, her breath was rasping in her chest and her heart felt as though it could burst. 

Hesitantly she nodded her head for him to go ahead. 

He took a blob of cream on his fingers and tentatively put it on her wrinkled hole. She flinched at the intimate touch and he paused, afraid she would tell him to stop, but she stayed kneeling, still silently open to his gaze and touch. 

His fingers started softly to rub the cream on her hole and Carl heard his sister's breathing become louder, faster, as though she were running in a race. The very tip of his finger pressed lightly seeking admission, and as he pressed he felt her brace herself against him. 

His heart was racing, he knew that his sister would not, probably could not stop him now. His fingertip suddenly found entry and he slipped it in up to his first knuckle and she cried out. Then he withdrew it and got another blob of cream. His finger returned to her hole and he smeared the cream around it and with growing confidence, pushed it up her again. 

She made a gasping noise "Aaaaah." Her arms were now shaking as they supported her.

"Are you OK, sis" he croaked. 

She only nodded her head, still incapable of speaking. 

"Is it hurting too much?" She shook her head. 

He pushed his finger further, and then it was buried fully in her. He looked where his finger was, embedded in his sister, her ring of muscle tightly gripping his finger. He started to move it slowly in and out, in and out, and just as slowly her hips began to take on the rhythm of his finger as she pushed back against it. He took his finger out of her and her sphincter muscle seemed to grip the tip as it parted from her, as though reluctant to let it go. He reached below her to unfasten the buttons of her blouse. 

She raised each arm in turn to help him take it off, then he unclipped her bra and she shrugged out of it. Each time she returned submissively to her bottom up and head down position, but kept her face turned away from him, buried in her pillow, avoiding looking into her brother's eyes. 

She was now completely naked in a position of total surrender. He guessed that her body was his to do with as he pleased so he reached down and cupped her hairy slit. She gasped, then groaned deeply as a shudder ripped down her body. Then he was rubbing at her cleft, opening her swollen lips with his fingers. He could see and feel she was soaking wet, her secretions glistening, and he slipped his fingers along her and found the feminine hole. Now, without asking permission, he began to probe her there. Despite his quaking excitement, he was still able to treat her most intimate parts with a softness and gentleness that no other boy had shown her. His fingers began exploring the whole of the beautiful pussy, nakedly surrendered to him, defenseless, helpless. 

Then his finger found her clit and he rubbed the hard button. Liz jerked and let out a muffled scream. As he rubbed he could feel it swelling. He bent to look at it and saw that it stuck out from her like a tiny hard nipple, covered by a hood of skin. She was wriggling her hips and murmuring incoherently into her pillow. 

Her body tensed, she jerked uncontrollably, then collapsed shaking on the bed, her hands desperately clenching her pillows, making sobbing noises. 

For a moment he thought he had hurt her, but she turned her face to him and he saw she was sobbing with delight, a satisfied smile on her face. 

"Sis, are you OK. Did I hurt you? I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. I had to. Are you sure you're OK?"

She closed her eyes and gasped "Oh boy, yes." She was panting as she turned onto her back, her knees raised, feet apart and her legs falling open, her naked body totally abandoned to him. Her breasts were heaving, nipples hard. As he knelt beside her, she opened her eyes and at last looked shyly at his face. 

"Gee, Carl, that was fantastic. Oh hell it was so good. I loved it. I had the most fantastic orgasm. I loved what you did to me."

Her eyes fell to his crotch and saw the bulge in his pants. She reached out and brushed her fingers over his hardness. 

"Oh, Carl, are you OK. Can I help you with that?" she whispered. He groaned. 

"Liz, my balls are aching. God I need it. Please Liz, please, oh yes, oh yes, yes. Please hold it for me."

He unsnapped his trousers and pulled the zipper down, got off the bed, pulled his shirt over his head and dropped his pants and shorts, stepping out of them. 

Despite the different boys who had forcibly tried to invade Liz's intimate body, she had never really examined a boy's rampant cock, only been made to hold one in her hand. She had seen boys on the beach wearing their swimming trunks, but she had never seen a completely nude adult male body. Especially a male body that was raging with sexual excitement and the desire to possess her. 

Her eyes fastened on his cock, on the tight hairy sac swelling below, on the dark bush of his pubic hair, running up to his belly button like a tiny whirlwind. Then back to that throbbing prick jutting demandingly, arrogantly, in front of him. 

Again she had that feeling of female power over the male. It was her body, his desire for her body that had made him lose all control, aware only of his own compulsive need for her. 




Growing Together... Pt. 04



She put her hand out and he moved towards her. At least she knew what she had to do with her hand although she hadn't yet learned much of how to handle what came after. She took his prick in her smooth small fingers and slid them towards the knob, then back down, then up to his knob again in a gentle regular rhythm. 

"Am I doing it right?" she whispered softly. "Is this what I have to do?"

Carl just groaned and told her not to stop. She pulled on his dick and he moved towards her. Then he lay back on her bed and she got up on one elbow, wrapped her thumb and fingers around his cock and started to pull his foreskin up and down, over his knob and back again. 

Carl's eyes were tightly shut. His face screwed in a grimace of intense pleasure as his sister's hand worked him up and down. His hips were moving against the rhythm of her hand. He was fucking her fingers, but in his mind he was fucking the holes that had been so lewdly exposed to him minutes before. 

"Liz, don't stop, don't stop. Oh god, oh god, Sis I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm comiiiiing."

Then he was jerking and spurting. Liz had bent her head to see his cock up close and was taken by surprise as the first jet splattered on to her nose and mouth. She pulled back but kept working on his dick as it continued to erupt over his chest and stomach. 

He opened his eyes and saw her lovely young face with his cum on it, looking at his cock. She saw his eyes open, and opened her mouth to speak. His cum ran over her lips and went into her mouth. Tentatively she tasted it, then licked her lips and swallowed what was there. "It tastes funny," she said "funny but nice."

Slowly his body relaxed onto his sister's bed and his breathing calmed. She lay propped up beside him, watching his face, her hand still wrapped around his shrinking cock. She looked down at it, released it from her grasp and stroked his balls. 

"Ohhh" he said, "be careful, they're feeling a bit tender now." She lifted her hand from his cock area and dipped her fingers into the cum on his chest and belly, rubbing the magical emission into his skin. She scooped a little onto her fingers and rubbed it on her nipples, which immediately tweaked up at the silky contact. 

Finally, with little pauses, she gathered more of his cum on her fingertips and raised it to her mouth, her tongue coming out to lick the spunk and taste it. She bent her head to his body and started to lick the remainder from his belly button, his chest and finally, after looking at it and hesitating, from the tip of his knob itself. Carl's reflex reaction was to immediately push his cock against her lips and they parted a little to admit him. She sucked. He was soft and slippery and it went into her mouth. 

"Don't start on me for a few minutes or I'll have aching balls for the rest of the day. Give me time to recover!"

She smiled down at him and said "I won't be giving you much time off now you've done such rude things to me. Brothers aren't allowed to get in their little sister's panties and put fingers and things in them. Now you've taken advantage of me, you're just going to have to do it to me whenever I want. You've shown me how good it can be. If you don't I'll just tell Mum what you forced me do!!" Then with a tap on his dick and an impudent grin on her face she stood up and went into her bathroom. 

As she returned he watched his naked sister. Her beautiful face. Her mouth with full sensuous lips that had sucked and swallowed spunk from his cock. Her proud and jutting breasts tipped by tiny pink nipples, soft now from her sexual release. Her slim legs with a very sexy gap at the top in which he could see the pouting nether lips that had just been gifted to him. The womanly curve of her hips, and her dark triangle of curly sex hair. 

She brought a wet face cloth, telling him that he had better wipe dry before any of his stuff got on her sheets. They lay together on her bed, both quite naked, belly-to-belly. 

"Gee Sis, that was incredible. I was desperate to put it up you but I didn't dare" he murmured. 

"I'm glad you didn't, I don't want a baby," she whispered "but if you'd tried to, I couldn't have stopped you. I've got the pill now but my doctor says to take care still."

"Hey great, Liz. So we can do it all the way properly soon? Have any of your boy friends ever got it up you?" 

"Yes we can, but not yet. No they haven't. I wouldn't let them. Some of them have put their hand in my panties. But you're the first to get anything up my pussy." She paused and said with a small catch in her voice "although Harry did it in my bottom hole yesterday."

Then Liz asked "Do you really think that pig has done it to his sister that way?"

"Well, I suppose so. In fact after what we've just done together it makes a lot of sense. If a brother and sister are going to keep on doing it to each other, it would be good for the girl to learn to take it in her bottom if she wasn't on the pill."

"Hey," Liz said "it's OK for you to say that, but when Harry forced it up me I thought I was being ripped apart."

"But did my finger hurt when I got it in you?" he asked. 

"In where?" she giggled. "You had it up my bottom then in my pussy." 

Carl said "in your ass of course! You were obviously very happy to have it up your pussy!! You were soaking wet, Liz. It was like Niagara up there!!"

She gave him a playful slap. "It felt funny in my..., when you... you know put in my bottom. At first I was afraid it would make me want to dash to the bathroom, but it didn't hurt at all, perhaps because of all the cream you used. It didn't even hurt when you got it right in me, and moved it in and out."

"Well if you like I'll use a lot of cream and we can try putting my cock in you there. I'll stop straight away if you tell me to, I promise not to force it up you" She was quiet for a while, then said she would think about it. 

They heard a door slam downstairs and jumped guiltily. 

Carl grabbed his clothes and flung them on. "I'm going to slip down the back stairs" he whispered. 

As Liz silently went into her bathroom, Carl glided noiselessly through her door and quietly pulled it shut. He made it downstairs without meeting anyone, and heard his sister's shower start running. 

He found that Jenny, the house help, had just come in for the day and was relieved that the door had slammed, because it was Jenny's job to clean the bedrooms and change the sheets. In his excitement he had forgotten to lock Liz's bedroom door. God if she had walked in on him and Liz naked together on the bed, she might have, might have done - what he wondered? Would she really have told on them?

She was he guessed, in her early 30's and he knew she had two children and that her husband had been killed in a car accident a couple of years ago. She was attractive and fresh faced with a curvy figure that Carl had mentally brought to mind on many nights, when he had pulled at his prick until he came. She was always very friendly to both Liz and himself. 

He said hello to her, and having established that he was downstairs, he then began to go upstairs to his room. She asked if she could come up and do his room now, and he said he had only just come in from the garden, but sure she could do his room, he would just get a book from there. 

They went up together, into his room and Jenny quickly pulled the covers off his bed. She stood looking at the sheet and Carl turned away, embarrassed, as he had forgotten that he had been having a lot of wet dreams and his sheets were spotted with stiff cum stains that had leaked through his sleeping shorts. Jenny had been noticing the marks for some time now, and she reached out and touched a large stain, then looked up at him and smiled. She rubbed her fingers on the blemish and licked her lips. 

She pushed the door closed and went back to his bed, again touching the marked sheet. "What a terrible waste this is. There are better places for this to go," she told him. Then she looked deliberately at his crotch and touched her breast. She really was an attractive woman thought Carl, but at the moment he felt totally drained by his sister. 

He blushed and said "I, errr, I umm, I don't know what you mean Jenny." 

She smiled at him "Sometime I will have to explain. What book are you reading?" and she came close to take it from him. He lifted it up and she sniffed, then sniffed again. She took his hand and held it to her nose. 

"Well, well now, who's been at the honey pot. And whose honey is it?" she said. "I think this has been somewhere that boys like to get into, and not just with their fingers either!" He blushed deep red and stammered, but could say nothing intelligible. 

"Who's the lucky girl?" she asked. "It can't have happened long ago because it smells so fresh and sweet, in fact just as a very young girl would smell. A young girl, and your sister is taking a long shower. Hmmm". Carl's face changed from deep red to very pale. "So that's who it is, you sly young thing" said Jenny. "Don't worry, I won't tell on you to your Mum, but you might have to do me a few favours! Now you be sure you don't get her pregnant. Do you hear? What a scandal that would be!"

Carl bolted down the stairs and into the garden, his mind in turmoil. What had she meant by doing her some favours? Whatever they were he would have to do as she asked or she might tell his Mother.

Chapter 11 – Carl and Liz become even closer

That night, the family stayed up watching a TV show, then Laura said, "Come on you two, off to bed. In fact I'm going myself. Are you coming, darling?" she said to her husband. She gave him a meaningful look, and Doug grinned and said sure, he was nearly ready and would come up. Their children went upstairs and the parents moved together on the couch and began to kiss, then broke apart as Doug took Laura by the hand and walked her towards the stairs.

As usual, Laura and Doug knocked on each of their children's bedroom doors, wishing each a good night. When Carl heard the door of his parent's bedroom close he quickly showered. When he had finished their shower was running; perhaps both were in there together? He smiled at the thought and put on a pair of sleeping shorts. 

He crept silently to Liz's room, eased the door and slipped inside, locking it behind him. The curtains were not drawn closed, and the room was quite light from a full moon. His sister was lying on top of her bed wearing a thigh length nightie which buttoned from neck to hem. Her eyes were shining in the moonlight. 

"Can I come and join you?" he whispered. She moved over, beckoned to him and he lay beside her. 

The heat from her body was like a fire in the cold light of the moon. He inched closer and felt the pressure of her hip against his groin. Liz, too, could feel her brother's heat and as he got close, felt the bulge of his manhood against her. He pushed slightly and the bulge grew harder. Another push and the bulge took a definite shape. It was now prodding at her hip. 

She felt his hand on her breast, over her nightie, and she shivered and drew a deep breath. Her heart was racing and she felt a prickle of perspiration on her upper lip. His fingers were clumsy, frantically seeking to undo her buttons. One by one he fumbled them apart as she lay shuddering with anticipation. The last button was undone. He gently parted the flimsy covering. 

His throat constricted as he found her naked beneath her nightie. Her chest was heaving but otherwise she lay quite still. He looked down on her and her skin was dull ivory in the cold light, her breasts with dark tiny nipples pointing excitedly at him. Her tummy dipped below her ribs and her pubic hair was a black triangle, nestling and dipping between her thighs. The smooth curve of her mound as it disappeared into the mystery that lay hidden between her legs made him shake.

His trembling hand cupped one of her breasts. "Have you thought about what I said earlier, about me doing it to you?" he whispered. 

She nodded, unable to speak. 

"Can I do it then?" 

Her trembling voice barely reached him as she said "No. Not in my bottom. Not yet. It's too sore. Please, you've got to give me more time. I'm on the pill now but the doctor said not to let a man do it for two months or I could get pregnant."

Carl could not feel disappointed, not with his naked sister lying there, her body offered to him. Liz had really not been able to concentrate on her brother's words, she had subconsciously just played it safe for a while. Her only awareness was of her aching breasts, tight and swollen from her excitement. Her nipples were tingling needles, aching to be touched; lower down her stomach was a tight knot, the area between her legs a mass of jangling nerves. She couldn't think clearly. Her mind was fogged, thoughts blurred by the intensity of her emotions. 

He began to caress, oh so softly, the nipple rigid, and she couldn't suppress a strangled scream. Carl quickly put his hand over her mouth. "For Christ's sake Liz, keep quiet, they'll hear you!" 

"Did I make a noise?" she panted. 

"Yeah. Now, can you keep it quiet?"

Liz couldn't think coherently. She really couldn't think at all! What the hell was her brother wittering on about? Why the HELL had he stopped. "Touch me again Carl. Please touch me again."

"OK. I'm going to touch you now, so be ready."

She felt him again trickle his fingertips over her breast. Below it. Around it. Her mind could hear her emotions as though they were speaking to her but she uttered no words.

'Why isn't he touching my nipple? she thought. I want to feel his fingers on my nipples. HE DAMN WELL HAS TO TOUCH MY NIPPLES.'

'Aaaaaahhh at last. Have I made a noise again? He hasn't stopped so it must be OK. God am I wetting myself? No, it isn't coming from there. I'm leaking alright. But it's coming from my girly hole. It's my wets. Oh god I'm wet. His hand's leaving my breast. If he stops now I'll kill him.Ahhh.' 

'It's going down. Down. Down. I want to giggle. It's tickling my tummy. It's not tickling anymore. Oh yes. Oh yes. His fingertips are riffling on my pubes. My legs are opening for him. He's still playing with my hairs. Brushing them. Scratching lightly on my mound. Put your fingers in between. Carl put your goddamned fingers between by legs. IF YOU DON'T PUT YOUR FINGERS.......... . His hand is over my mouth again. Did I yell? The feeling was electric. His fingers smell of me. His fingers smell of my pussy juices!!! He must have had them in my slit. God the feeling was so intense I didn't know where he was. Do it again, Carl. I'm ready this time. Carl do it ag--- Ahhhhhhh' 

'Well I was nearly ready. Can't have made much noise. He's still got his fingers there. Ohhhh the feeling as he slips them up and down, up and down. Yes. That's right Carl. Just there. Yes, Press, push.'

"Ah" "Ahhh" " Ahhhh" " Ahhhhh" 

'It's IN. IT'S IN. I can feel it. It's right up me. His knuckles are banging against my ass. My ass. Why did I stop him. He can have it if he wants it. I want it. I want it everywhere. I want it anywhere. Please don't ask me...just DO it...do me....please do me. Yes rub me there as well. Not too hard. Gently. Gently, stroke it. Keep your finger in me as well. Yes Ohhhhh yes, both together. Pleeeaaaasssee.'

Carl knew he was making it good for Liz. Her mouth was making small noises as though she was talking, but she wasn't. Her body was moving constantly on the bed as his hands roamed her. He had his fingers in her slit now. Wow. She nearly yelled out loud again. She's wet through. It's like silk. Beautiful, soft, warm, squishy, silky, mushy, wonderful, pussy. His sister's beautiful pussy. Her hole. Rubbing her hole. Finger tips at her hole. It's in. I've got it in her again!! Wow it's just gone right in to the end of my finger. I'm going to make her cum with my finger. Move it in and out. There's that hard lump again. Rubbing it gently with the side of my thumb. Doing her with my finger. What's that she's saying? Move my ear to her lips. What's she saying?

"Carl, put it in me. Please. Please I want it in. Oh Carl. Carl. It's good. It's good. Yes. Yes. I like that. Keep doing that to me. Do it again. Carl I want it in."

"Can't put it in you, Liz. Got no protection. No babies. Don't ask me. Please don't ask me."

"Got to, Carl. In the other one then. The one you want to put it in. You can do it to me. Safe there. Please. Please. Put it in me there."

"No. No. Liz. No."

Finger still moving in and out. Thumb seeking, finding, rubbing. Hips bucking, thrusting at him. Her voice softly mouthing an ecstatic accolade to his manipulation of her innocent body. Her legs closing, gripping, holding his fingers to herself. His mouth clamping on hers to muffle the sounds of her intense orgasm. Her hips arrested in mid-air, then slowly her buttocks collapse onto her bed. Her legs fall widely open. 

His fingers are still, quiet inside her. He could feel the throbbing, the pulsing of her internal muscles. The wetness that covers all of his hand. 

Her body was beaded with sweat. As she calmed, her mental fog, the white cloud that had wrapped her mind, began to clear. Her wonderful, kind, gentle, loving brother had given her, had given her....... . she couldn't find words for the sensations that a woman has to experience, cannot imagine, has to know, cannot possibly articulate. And he had made her feel them. He was so gentle, so patient, so kind, so understanding. She would do anything for him. Anything. She reached out for him. 

His maleness was hard. It was incredible how something that could be so small and soft could get so big and hard. 

As she grasped it he groaned. "Pull it, Liz. Pull it for me. Make me come." 

"Carl, listen to me. I want to make it good for you like you did for me. Try to hold it back. Try not to come yet. I want to feel it in my hand, and I want to see your face, and I want to see it spurt. And.... ooohhh Carl, I want to make it feel just wonderful for you. Lie on your back for me."

He turned, his eyes closed, his breathing ragged. He felt the soft pressure of her fingers, the gentle tug as she pulled his foreskin over the glans, over the head. Then there was a moist soft presence at the very tip. He looked down. Her head was bent over his thighs. Her lips were touching the end of his cock. She was holding him upright; he could see his rod pointing straight up at her face. Her lips parted, her mouth opened and a wet luxurious warmth engulfed him. He felt her suck on him. Her fingers were slowly milking his length. Her teeth lightly grazed his shaft. She released him from her mouth and began a stronger, firmer movement with her hand. 

"Cum for me, Carl. I want to see it. I want to taste it. Cum for me. I want you, I love you. I want you to do it to me. Any way you want it. You can put it in me anywhere. Oh Carl, I've got to have this in me."

"Liz. Liz. I'm coming. Faster. Harder. Please Liz. Please. Pleeeeease. Aaaaaaaahhhhh."

With his long drawn out "please" she knew he was there. She bent her head and took him inside her mouth. There was the unbelievably sensuous feeling of having a man's arrogant masculinity, helplessly held within her mouth, so powerful and yet so vulnerable. 

Then it was jetting his essence into her, and she was swallowing, swallowing, gulping at the spasmodic flow. She sucked a final time, held her lips closed as she pulled him free. She lifted her head and kissed him, letting his final discharge flow from her lips onto his tongue. 

"Like the taste?" she asked mischievously. "From you, to me, to you, with love!"

They clung to each other in exhausted love. 

Liz suddenly woke to the fact they were both beginning to relax and fall into sleep. "Carl, Carl, don't go to sleep. You've got to go to your room now."




Growing Together... Pt. 04



Reluctantly, her brother slipped from her arms, out of her bed, put on his shorts and gave her a final kiss. "Liz. You are fantastic and beautiful and I'm never going to have enough of you."

'Well dear brother, you had better start putting your thingy where your words are then. Nighty night. Be good" and she pushed him away with a giggle. 

He crept silently down the long corridor and listened at his parent's door. He could hear a murmur, then quite clearly his Dad saying "kneel up, I want it doggie." His cock twitched as he realised that his Mum and Dad must be naked on the bed, with Mum by now kneeling waiting for her husband's penetration just as Liz had waited for him earlier. 

He pressed closer to the door and heard her say "Whooo that's it. Oh darling that's it. Right up. Right up. Not too fast I want it to ~ Ohhh yes put your thumb in me, right there." 

He tried to form a quick mental picture of his Mum's hairy quim exposed to his Dad. He wondered if it looked just the same as his sister's. He'd never really thought of his parents 'doing it' before. And while his Dad had been playing with his Mum's body, getting ready to do it to her, he'd been doing it to his sister, their daughter, only a few yards away!! 

As he climbed into his bed the thought of what his Dad was now looking at and feeling slipped from his mind, as he pictured the precious gifts his young sister had surrendered to him. He drifted off to contented sleep.

To be continued...



Growing Together... Pt. 05



(c)Susan England August 2006 and March 2007. This story may not be published at any site without the express permission of the Author at her email address.

This is a work of fiction written for the enjoyment of adult readers over the age of 18 years and contains explicit sexual material. If this is likely to offend you, please read no further. 

THE BUNTING FAMILY - GROWING TOGETHER - PART FIVE

Chapter 12 - Jenny Remembers 

As Doug and Laura, Carl and Liz celebrated their love for each other, Jenny lay in her bed thinking of the deliciously intimate smell of Liz on her Carl's fingers. There was an all too familiar tug low in her tummy. Then the warmth as her flow responded to her imagination of the brother and sister together. Her fingers drifted to her hairs and she teased herself as her mind flew backwards in time. 

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Jenny's Uncle Jack, her mother's brother, was a widower and worked for a farmer and Jenny visited her relatives and cousins during the summer holidays. He had a farm cottage which was old and rather large, not that there had been more than 5 bedrooms, but four rooms were really big and the smallest had been modernised and converted to a full bathroom with an additional adjoining toilet. It had a large dining kitchen, a sitting room with an open fire and leather settee and deep armchairs. There was a pantry and an old fashioned larder with thick stone slabs to help keep foodstuffs cool in summer. The house had obviously been built in an age of large families. 

The garden was extensive and uncle grew vegetables for the family. He was a working man and a widow from the village a couple of miles away came in and cooked meals and did some housework. At first Jenny used to think how kind she was - later she discovered just how kind as well as friendly she was to her uncle!! A large barn was close to the house where hay bales were kept together with various tools and a workbench. Adjoining that was a chicken coop and run, heavily protected by wire netting to keep out foxes. 

The house was on the edge of a large field where cows were grazed and in the far corner of the field was a pond with trees surrounding it. One tall tree in particular was a good 'climbing tree.' Uncle had brought home pieces of timber from building work done at the farm and had made a tree house with a knotted rope, and a rope ladder, for access. These could be pulled up into the tree house preventing anyone else from climbing into it.

Uncle Jack would have been about 45 she supposed. Jenny had graduated and her cousin Kath was the same age, and her boy cousins were Len and Derek. Len was an intelligent boy who had won a scholarship to a Grammar School; Uncle had said that he wanted Len to have a job with career prospects to it. 

The girls shared one bedroom which had a double and a single bed although they slept together in the larger one. The boys had a second bedroom and uncle had the main third room. The 4th was empty although it had a bed in it. 

The farm was across a country lane and down a private drive about half a mile long to the farmhouse. The teens had rackety old bikes to get about and as they went down the farm drive, off to one side was a stile leading across a couple of fields to a stream that ran through the farm lands. The water was lovely and clear and at a bend it formed a pool. The stream was shallow but at the pool it deepened. She remembered that if she stood on the gravel bottom the water came to just above her nipples. 

The summer was a hot one. The girls were in cotton dresses reaching to just below their knees, with bra and plain cotton panties. The dresses had a shirt neck and buttoned all the way down. As it was hot the boys wore grey shorts and a shirt. They would pack sandwiches and fizzy drinks and go for long bike rides or laze in the fields. They were also allowed to help bring in the cows for milking, and at harvest time, help with that too.

The farmer had two lovely adorable shire horses named Major and Ginger which seemed massive to the petite young girl. They would pull the carts in which the men loaded the stooks of hay, and Jenny was allowed to ride on Ginger's broad back with Kath on Major. One man would be in the cart loading the stooks carefully while other men threw them from the field with their pitchforks. When they had cleared the immediate area one of them would shout to tell the man in the cart to hold on as the cart jerked forward. In the local dialect "Hold You" became "owdja." As soon as this was called out Jenny could feel Ginger's massive muscles tighten and gather as he leaned into the head collar, then the cart wheels would pull loose from the soil and the heavy wooden hay cart would jerk and move forward a few yards. Then it was "whoooaaaaa" and dear Ginger stopped and stood placidly waiting once more. 

She loved that horse. Her legs were spread wide on either side as she stretched them across his broad back and between her spread legs she could feel the ripple of his muscles under her thighs. Of course it was hot. Ginger was hot. The days were hot. She was hot. Her cotton panties were damp from sweat and she knew they clung to her but she didn't realise how clearly they outlined her feminine shape. 

Ginger was huge and she always thought how kind the men were as they lifted their hands to help her down, standing looking up at her as she swung her leg across Ginger's back. They would reach up and hold and support her as she jumped down. What an eyeful they must have had! Quite often Len would ride behind her on Ginger and as he sat VERY close as they rumbled forward she would feel his groin rubbing at her bottom. Jenny remembered how her hips rocked as the horse pulled forward and how Ginger's gait would cause them to sway, and how Len would hold her hips "to steady" her. Quite often she would feel his lump as he pressed it against her ass. She noticed the men would smile to each other and speak softly and laugh. It wasn't long before she realised they were laughing at Len getting a feel of her bottom with his dinger!! At any rate they always had a good look between her legs as they helped her down. As she now looked back she wondered how many of them later, in bed with his wife, lay thrusting between her legs while picturing a virginal pussy!!!

At night the girls would lie whispering to each other and soon they became very close friends. Intimately close friends. Touching and caressing, stroking and kissing. Feeling and finding. Discovering. Fingering. Thrusting as they gasped. Reaching delights together. Collapsing after their ecstasy. Holding each other close as they shuddered in each other's arms. 

The girls' bedroom was next to Jack's and they didn't realise that at times he could hear their noises through the thin partition wall. Within days of Jenny's arrival he had heard the girls' cries of pleasure, muffled by the wall, but even so for an experienced man, erotically identifiable. He tried mentally to blot out their cries but alone in his bed they persisted, echoing round and round in his mind, visualising what they were doing to each other. Their hands and lips on each other, fingers inside each other. He tried not to let it happen but his lonely desperate craving insisted. He swelled. He held his cock in his hand and stroked it and was immediately lost, his movements increasing as his pleasure overwhelmed him, then timed himself to the soft noises, peaking at the same time as the girls, spurting his desires and need over his stomach.

One night after Jenny had orgasmed and was still wetly impaled by Kath's finger, Kath said "Our Len fancies you he does." Jenny said something about not being so silly, but in honesty Len was very good looking and she had a bit of a crush on him too. Kath kept whispering things like "he really does like you" and "I think he's got a crush on you" and "he told me he fancies you like mad." Each time she spoke her finger teased in Jenny's wet hole. 

Then Kath asked if Jenny liked to play Doctors and Nurses. Jenny had never even heard of it so her cousin explained it was where there was a pretend patient and a nurse who might bandage you a bit while the doctor took your pulse and listened for your heartbeat. Jenny suspiciously asked "and HOW does he listen for a heartbeat." Kath said "oh he just puts his ear close to your chest and pretends he can hear it." She said they could all play it in the morning if Jenny liked and that she and her brothers played it a lot when there was nothing to do because of rain, and when Dad was at work. When they were dressing the next morning Kath asked if she wanted to play. Jenny didn't want to seem a spoilsport so she said "Yes ok if you play as well." Safety in numbers she hoped.

After breakfast they went to the pond and Jenny lay on an old towel to keep her dress clean. She noticed that Kath was speaking quietly to Len and after a while she too lay on her own towel beside Jenny.

Len suddenly said "Anybody want to be a nurse?" And then without Jenny saying a word it was accepted they were going to play. Jenny was to be the Junior Nurse and Kath was the patient. Len of course was the Chief Doctor and Derek was his assistant Doctor. 

In the bag with sandwiches and drinks there were some old bandages. Kath lay down on her back and Len felt her calf muscles then said "Nurse this leg must be bandaged." So Jenny had to bandage Kath's calf. Then it was repeated on the other leg but above the knee and Len pulled her skirt up and Jenny could even see her panties. He felt her thigh and then Jenny had to bandage that too. He bent his head above her breasts and actually put his ear onto her breast and kept it there. Jenny began to get butterflies as Len started to undo the buttons down Kath's dress then pulled it wide as she lay passively on her back with just bra and panties to cover her. He said to Kath "Mrs Smith can I feel your heart beat please." All very polite. Kath said "Yes doctor." He slipped his fingers UNDER Kath's bra and Jenny could see him stroking and squeezing her breasts, saw the flush appear in her cousin's face, saw her eyes roll back as her body arched. 

He took hold of the waist band of Kath's panties and pulled them down as Kath lifted her hips to help, kicking them off her feet. She lay still, quite naked, her breasts tipped with her tiny pink nipples, hard and thrusting at the boys. The dark bush of her maiden's hairs covered her mound, curving gracefully and tantalisingly into the hidden mystery of her young womanhood. He said to Derek "we will put Mrs Smith in a side ward while I get something to treat her with. We will see to Mrs Brown now." They turned to Jenny. 

Her heart was now thundering in her ears and she panicked and got up to run away but they caught her immediately, and as she strained madly to escape they dragged her back to her towel. They pulled down and forced onto her back and pinned her to the ground. Her heart would burst she knew it would. She was struggling and trying to get free and saying things like "I don't want to play any more." And "please let me get up" and "Please don't, I don't like this game." 

Len said "you are an hysterical mental patient and we will have to tie you to stop you hurting yourself" so they tied her wrists together with bandage and Derek knelt on them above her head. She heard Len say to Kath "carry on Nurse" and, still naked from her 'examination,' she began to unbutton Jenny's dress. Len said he had to check her heart right away and his hand slipped under her bra and began feeling her bare breast. "Take it off her." They turned her and Kath unclipped her bra and when they turned her back her dress was round her waist and her bra had gone and her breasts were naked. Len was feeling them. Then he was kissing and licking on her nipples and new sensations flashed down between her legs. It began to feel nice. She started to relax. 

"Strip her" and she panicked again as she felt her panties being tugged down her legs. She was naked. The cool breeze was gently tantalising her body and Len was feeling in her hairs while she was trying to keep her legs tightly closed. Her whole body was contorting in an effort to escape his touch but Derek still held her hands above her head. Kath and Len were pulling her knees apart as she tried to resist but suddenly she just gave in. She couldn't fight any more. She lay defeated and helpless with legs held wide by her cousins. 

Kath began to twiddle on her clit as Len started feeling her slit and poking his finger to find her hole. Then he found it. Now despite her previous resistance she started to submit to the feelings inside her body and felt her wets coming out of her. So did Len and as he pushed his finger went up her. Then he was fingering and she started to writhe with excitement. Kath knew exactly what to do to her clit because she had done it to her in bed. Jenny's excitement was building, the knot of sensual tension getting tighter and tighter until it snapped and she was cumming and cumming. Her hips lifting, her stomach muscles convulsing and she was slamming at Len's fingers. She was yelling out "ah - ahh - ahhh - ahhhhhhhh" and she screamed as Len made cum. 

She lay shuddering, trembling on the towel as slowly the tension in her tummy and legs stilled. 

He still had his finger up her. When she calmed down he started on her again, and again Kath was softly and expertly caressing her clit in the way she knew Jenny liked. They made her cum three times. They all knew she loved it and wanted it. She wasn't fighting any more. She had totally surrendered. She had abandoned herself to submissive pleasure. 

Derek untied her hands and Len said "OK Kath, get yourself ready." Jenny lay there not moving. She could have got up and run away but she didn't. She just lay there, no-one holding her, legs open, naked, the folds of her female body inflamed with blood, swollen from her passion. She looked at Kath and saw her lying with legs spread wide in offering to her brother. Len was playing with his hard and swollen cock as he knelt between Kath's legs. Jenny heard him say "Are you ready for it" and his young sister replied "Yes." He took a packet and ripped it open and rolled a condom down himself. Jenny had never seen a hard cock ready for sex before. Never seen a hard rampant male demanding a girl's submission. "It's too big to go in - he'll rip her open" was Jenny's last thought as he pointed it at his sister's hole and lay over her. He must have got it in though, because the next thing was he was lying on top of her, his hips thrusting and hers lifting in response as he fucked her. Right beside Jenny. Jenny who could hear her cousin's gasps and moans as cock filled her. 

Then he said to "Jenny, feel her clit while I fuck her." And she obeyed him ... she reached down and twiddled on Kath's rigid clit and could feel the wet cock sliding in and out of her cousin's cunt. 

Suddenly she felt Derek's hands on her hips. He wanted to feel between her legs so she moved so to let him get at her slit while she felt Kath's clit and Len's prick as it fucked inside his sister. She was shivering with lust as she felt the wetness on his cock as it slid in and out of Kath's cunt. 

Kath's head was rolling from side to side. Her eyes were closed. Her hips lifted to every thrust of her brother's cock. Her moans were changing to a keening wail and she screamed as Len plundered her willing cunt. He was calling out ... "Oh fuck ... oh fuck Sis I'm fucking cummmiiinnngggggg." He gave several huge thrusts that pushed Kath backwards on her towel and then collapsed over her. Brother and sister gasping and holding each other. 

Two days later they got Jenny down again and stripped her. Her legs were forced apart and as she lay there, vulnerable, fearful, she looked at Len's cock as he knelt between her spread legs, rigid with need, and knew that it was going to fill her. 

As Len scratched her nipples Kath teased on her clit and her flow began, the treacherous flow to help a cock slide inside her innocent body. She saw Len lean over her, his arms supporting himself while Kath took his weapon and rubbed it up and down her wet slit. She felt Kath's finger find her hole, hold the cock to it and say "NOW Len." She tensed. Kath was saying "relax, relax, take a deep breath." 

There was pressure on her intimate girl place. The cock was like a piece of wood but hot, unbending, thrusting, demanding and she felt her muscle give in to the pressure. She whimpered as her muscle was forced. She was gasping, writhing, protesting but the cock was relentless. She felt fullness low down at her opening. Len paused, pulled back and thrust hard. She screamed as he broke her innocence and made her a woman. 

Oh God it hurt her. He lay still letting his cousin get used to the dick inside her. She was panting and moaning. He felt her relax slightly. Then he began to fuck her.

Both Len and Derek fucked her for her first time. She was scared of their arrogant cocks. It hurt as they thrust inside her virginal hole. She was sore for days. She kept saying "NO - I don't want it in me" but they ignored her. 

Uncle looked at her after they got home as she cautiously and tenderly moved about the house, trying to ease the soreness between her legs and inside her hole, then smiled knowingly. "So THAT was happening already" he thought to himself. A few days ago he had been the one to lift her down from the back of the carthorse. His chest had tightened as he saw how her damp panties clung to her, revealing rather than concealing hidden delights beneath the thin cotton, her maiden's hair a tantalisingly dark shadow half seen beneath the protective covering. He felt the clench of desire in his crotch.

Three days later both cousins fucked her again, and twice again the next day. Now she began to like it, to want it. They didn't always cum inside. Sometimes the boys would pull out, take the condom off and then jerk their cum all over the two girls, rubbing it into their breasts and maiden hairs. 

After that third day she realised she had pleasure from being 'made' to submit; she enjoyed the fact that what they did wasn't her responsibility, it was the boys who 'made her.' They in turn realised that when she protested and struggled as they pulled her down on her back, when she said "I don't want to" as they stripped her, and "no don't do it to me" when her knees were pulled wide and "please don't put it in me" as she felt the hard knob slide up and down in her wet slit, and "take it out of meeeee" as she was impaled ... that she was enhancing her own pleasure, and they played up to her.

The boys wanted to ask a friend of theirs to join but Jenny refused point blank. She said NO WAY would she do it with anybody else except her family. 

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In her adult bed Jenny's memories were building an awful tension. Her eyes were tightly closed as she relived her teens. Her fingers were inside, others frantically stimulating her button. The tightness became too much, too big, and suddenly the ball of need exploded and she lifted herself in release. She collapsed on her bed, feeling the aftershocks in her tummy and on her fingers. The throbbing slowly receded leaving her limp. She needed a man.

Chapter 13 - Jenny asks Carl for help.

Jenny had kept herself in good shape after the birth of her two children, a boy now 15 and a girl of almost 14 years. She was naturally slim and exercise at the gym had soon restored her figure which was healthily toned with regular workouts. She and her husband had a good and happy marriage and they made love with no inhibitions. They trusted each other and shared their early sexual experiences as they lay in each other's arms. She had been devastated by his death in an accident but had recently become re-aware of her sensual needs, numbed for more than a year by the tragedy of his loss. Her children had been a great comfort and had occupied her mind and energies as she fought to overcome her agony and loneliness. The Buntings were generous and understanding and she enjoyed working for them as the income was helpful and the hours easy. She had happily attended to their laundry as it could be done in her own home, making her available for her children. The arrangement worked very well for her and her family.




Growing Together... Pt. 05



It had been the sight of Carl's sheets and sleeping shorts when visiting his home from university, stained with his semen, which had re-awakened her longings. She could not change his sheets or take his shorts for laundering without her stomach tightening. Recently on several occasions she held his stained shorts to her intimate body as she lay on her bed, her mind an erotic kaleidoscope of images from her past. As one hand held Carl's discharge to herself her other slipped beneath them, and she masturbated to a less than satisfactory climax. She was able to keep the turbulence of her need under control, but she longed for the abandon she had once had.

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Carl had been avoiding Jenny for several days before she was able to be alone with him.

"Carl," Jenny said quietly "I need some help at home. There's something I want you to do. Can you come round after supper?"

"Sorry, Jenny ... I've some notes to write up before the next semester and ... and ... it's ... I mean I can't put it off any longer" he stammered.

Jenny smiled sweetly at him and suggestively raised her fingers and sniffed delicately at her fingers.

"Carl I really WOULD like some help from you. I could ask your father of course, but I don't WANT to bother him."

Carl knew he was being subtletly coerced but he had so often fantasised over Jenny when masturbating that he couldn't help saying "Ohhhh OK but I can't stay long you know."

"No of course, Carl. I understand. Only as long as it takes, yes?" And she smiled to herself.

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In the early evening Carl nervously approached Jenny's home. It lay outside the village at the end of a short country lane and had previously belonged to a farmer for the use of one of his employees. Carl rang the door bell and the door opened. Jenny stood before him.

She had taken care to wear only a blush of lipstick, her eyes unobtrusively outlined and a hint of eye shadow to complement her blue eyes. She had tied her light brown hair back enhancing the fine bone structure of her cheeks and was simply dressed in a mini skirt and short, very loose T shirt which left a broad expanse of bare tummy. She looked beautiful and desirable.

She invited him in and led the way to her living room where she indicated a comfortable armchair.

"Drink?" she asked. "Whisky? Gin? Wine?"

Carl, still nervous, replied "Anything Jenny ... whatever you're having."

She walked towards the kitchen calling over her shoulder "Oh by the way, Kitty and Barry are with their grandparents for a couple of weeks. They love having them. Spoil them to death of course."

She re-appeared with two glasses of white wine, a tiny mist already condensing on the glass, offered one to Carl and said "I hope you like this. I'm giving it a try. Cheers!"

She sat on the sofa, legs modestly closed and knees turned away from him, feet together as she continued to chat.

"Cheers!" he replied and sipped. Mmm ... nice. Cool, fresh, not too dry. He nervously took a gulp.

She chatted about what a lovely home he had, how much she liked his family, how good Laura was to her. Carl realised his glass was empty.

"Here let me fill that up for you" she said and before he could refuse she brought the bottle from the kitchen and was topping up his glass.

As she carefully poured, Carl's eyes were drawn to her belly button, a sexy 'innie' then lifted to her breasts. He could see no clear shape, her loose T shirt concealing as she reached out with the bottle. He looked lower and saw the waist of her skirt, loose around her, clinging precariously to her hips.

"Oh God" he thought "that could fall down any second."

She turned and walked back to the sofa, his eyes following her, seeing the skirt stop short just below ... just below ... he swallowed, mouth suddenly dry.

His heart began to thud and there was a regular heavy pulsing in his neck - he took another gulp at his wine. She curled up on the sofa, legs tucked beneath her, smiling and chatting, asking him about his university studies. He slowly began to answer, the cool wine warming his blood and relaxing his tension. Once more his glass was empty and once more Jenny stood before him. 'God, she was sexy' he thought.

"Aren't you drinking?" He had realised that she was still on her first glass and he was finishing his third.

She was standing by the sofa and turned to him.

"No I'd better not. Carl, I was going to ask you to hang some pictures for me, but I don't want any accidents and you've had half a bottle of wine so ... would you mind ... I'm scared of heights but if you hold the steps for me would you sort of make sure I don't fall off? She laughed.

"Jenny I'm ok ... no problem ... I'll hang them."

"No, Carl. If you fell off and hurt yourself I could never face your parents. I'll do it if you hold the steps for me."

Carl shrugged. "OK then Jen. Don't hit your thumb. Where do you want the steps?" She was right, he thought. The wine was getting to him.

"I've got three small pictures from holiday last year. I want them going up the stairs. I've got some special ladders, the sort that go at different levels you know? My hubby bought them ages ago when he decorated the stairs."

She had already brought them from the garage and they were ready to be put into place. She had the instructions for adjusting them and Carl, who was quite practical, soon had them positioned high on the stairs. 

Jenny appeared nervous as she climbed the steps of the angled ladder. "Carl hold them ... please don't let go. Please?"

He stood behind her, gripping the sides of the ladder and watched her climb. Her legs were bare. Smooth. Taut muscled as she climbed higher, higher. The stairwell was deep, stretching from ceiling height on the upstairs floor to the hallway below. Her feet were level with his face. He was looking up seeing her thighs disappear below the tiny skirt which was flattened against her as she leaned forward. She already had a hammer and hanging hook on the top step. She looked down at him.

"Pass me the picture." It was lying ready on the stair and Carl picked it up. Jenny crouched down to take it from him.

"jeZUZ she wasn't wearing panties!!" He saw the bare cheeks of her firm ass as she stooped to take the picture, then realised she wore a thong. The narrow band of concealment and protection almost revealed her ass hole. Once again he felt his mouth go dry and his erection stir.

Jenny competently hammered home the hook, lined up the picture and stooped to hand the hammer down to Carl. His eyes were riveted to her sex. His whole consciousness was centred between the twin swell of her thighs. She turned herself confidently on the steps, no longer afraid, her tummy towards him. She stood upright, holding the safety rails built on the side of the steps. The skirt fell away from her and he saw the white thong covering her mound. She descended, step by slow step, until the hem of her tiny skirt was just above his head. She stopped. The steps were not wide, but she moved her feet, parting her legs to the widest they could get. Exposing her gap, revealing the outline of her intimate self to Carl's staring eyes.

The invitation was obvious. His erection now was painful in its confinement, needy, wanting, demanding he possess the offering only inches from his face. He reached out with trembling hands and touched the silky smoothness of her upper thighs, hearing her gasp. His fingers slipped higher, higher, as she stood unresisting, waiting, longing for his touch, then found the edge of her thong. He gently tugged and as it parted from her body, he sensed the moist heat of her.

Jenny looked down. Saw his desperate eyes. Saw the bulge of his desire. His fingers invaded her final defence, feeling in her slit, finding the wetness of her, sliding the length of her pussy, searching for her hole.

"Yes. Yes. Yes," she almost cried out. "I'm helpless. I can't move or I'll fall, Make me. Carl MAKE me. I can't stop you."

The telephone shrilled. Shrilled again. Carl looked at her, desperation showing too clearly in his face.

"Carl. It might be my daughter ... I told her I wasn't going out. GOD I'M SORRY ... pass me the phone, the cordless one there."

He went angrily to the phone, pulled it from its holder on the wall and turned to her. She was off the steps and had slithered down the stairs. She was sitting on the fourth tread. Her skirt was round her waist. Knees slightly spread. Where his fingers had pulled at her thong it now lay to one side of her gap. Hairs showing. Slit swollen. Glinting. Wet. He gave her the phone.

"Mother? Oh hi how are you Mum?" she quavered. "No I'm fine I've just got in from jogging that's why I'm breathless ... "

As Jenny made her explanation Carl pulled her knees apart and grinned as he knelt between them, keeping her spread wide. He reached out and felt inside her thong, feeling her sex, finding her hole, sliding his finger inside and starting slowly to finger fuck her as she spoke to her mother."

Jenny's head jerked backwards as the finger entered her. She moaned and her eyes closed. Her mother's voice was chattering in her ear and through a mental fog she managed to put her hand over the mouthpiece. "Stop it" she hissed but he shook his head. As the finger continued to wetly tunnel her depths she saw him use his free hand to fumble with his zipper. He reached inside ...

'Ohhhhhhhhh god ... oh god his cock was out ... man's cock ... brazenly threatening her ... oh no ... no ... not now ...'

She was aware of her mother saying "Kitty wants a word."

"Hi Mum, hey Granny and Grandpa took us swimming." Her daughter was telling her what they had done yesterday and what was planned for tomorrow.

'No, Carl mustn't do this. He couldn't. Not while her daughter was speaking to her' she thought. She was shaking her head at him. She had to make him take his finger out. She had to stop him. His finger withdrew from her body ... he was bending over her ... his knob touched her slit ...

She put her hand over the mouthpiece and muttered desperately "No. Please don't Carl. No. PLEASE NO. Kitty's talking to meeeeeeeee ..." and with one thrust he forced his prick inside her wet hole. Jenny groaned as cock filled her. Her daughter continued to talk as Jenny looked down and saw the wet dick enslave her willing cunt. He was speeding up. Her body responded, thrusting back to tease her clit on the base of the invading prick.

Jenny managed to gasp a message to her daughter "Call you back honey. I got a cramp."

She lay back in submission as if nailed to the stairs as her orgasm swelled inside her then burst as she screamed "Yes, yes, YESSSSSSSSSSSSS."

She opened her eyes and saw Carl's face screwed up as if in agony. He stilled inside her for a moment, then thrust wildly again and again and again and he was filling her with spunk. His cock softened as she lay gasping. As he slipped out she looked down and saw cum ooze from her onto the stair carpet as her final convulsions expelled it. She pulled her thong back between her legs to absorb his sperm then reached out for him. He held her, both still trembling in release. Softly he kissed her.

"Carl please let me get up, the stairs are starting to hurt my back" she giggled.

Jenny walked into her living room, satisfied at last, the sensations of glowing womanhood filling her being

"What about the other pictures?" called Carl from the hallway.

Jenny giggled "There aren't any. There was only ever one and if that didn't work I didn't have another plan! But it did work!"

Carl erupted into the room, a laugh on his lips. "Why you ... you ... you WOMAN you!" He made a grab for her but she squealed and dodged behind the sofa, moving first one way then the other as he tried to grab her. Finally she stumbled and he caught her, clung to her as she struggled and laughed in his arms. Their shuffling brought them to the end of the sofa, her back to the arm and she toppled backwards, her ass on the arm, her legs dangling, her shoulders and head resting on the seat. He stood laughing down at her seeing the T shirt only just cover her breasts, her skirt right up, her wetly stained thong drawing his eyes like a magnet. He stood still, his groin clenching as he licked his lips. She saw the desire in his face. Her own laughter stilled and she swallowed. She lay quite still on her back and felt her own throb return.

She watched as his hands reached out to her thighs. She felt his fingers clumsily feel for the waist of her thong and they began to slide down her hips. He stepped back a pace to take them over her feet. She lay still, allowing him to do as he wished. He saw the heaving of her breasts not yet revealed to him; the flatness of her tummy, tense, still, waiting. The rich bush of her female hairs, the slit of her, still swollen and pink from his possession of her, now once more submissively offered. 

He frantically released his belt, unzipped, flung off his shirt, dropped his pants and stood naked. He stepped close and she felt the heat of cock nudge her slit, but he reached down and over her, tugging at her T shirt. She wriggled her arms and shoulders and it pulled free. She now lay naked, arched over the arm of the sofa and raised her arms above her head in total assenting capitulation.

Carl's hands took her thighs and parted them. She closed her eyes gasping once more as she felt cock demanding entrance to her intimate body. He was holding her hips to steady her as he thrust, seeing his hairs mingle with hers, then as he pulled out, the shining wetness of their mingled juices. The tightness of her hole squeezed their mixture from his dick as he plunged inside and she could feel it trickle down her cleft and onto her ass hole.

He bent over her as he continued to claim her cunt as his own, his fingers reaching out to rigid nipples, raking over them. Carl slipped one hand between their thighs feeling for her clit and as he touched it she moaned deeply, her head rolling from side to side.

Jenny was conscious only of being filled and refilled with cock, of nipples so hard they hurt, of her clit swelling, of unendurable explosive forces building inside, low in her tummy. She was in a white fog of desperate need and she abandoned herself to his intimate domination. She wailed as she reached a crescendo of release.

Carl saw her tummy rippling, felt her contracting on his cock, felt his own pressure seem to travel from his feet, along his shaft and spurt and spurt and spurt his essence into her grasping cunt.

Jenny lay still at last. Carl eased back and his shrinking cock allowed his spunk to run out of her opening. He sank to his knees by her side and as she lay gasping, Jenny put her hand on his head in a sign of comfort and thanks.

She rolled off the sofa and lay beside him, wrapping arms about each other, holding, nestling together in relaxed contentment. They drifted into a satisfied doze.

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Much later Jenny went to her bed unshowered to lie with a hand between her legs, feeling their acts of lust and love seeping onto her fingers, her hand peaceful and still, no longer needing to masturbate. She knew this would not be the last time.

Carl returned to his home and went silently to his own bed. He did not shower or wash, but lay with his fingers by his nose, inhaling Jenny's womanly scent, falling into exhausted sleep knowing that he now had two passionate women to please.

To be continued...