0 comments/ 222332 views/ 7 favorites Watching Abby Ch. 1 By: Salteena There had been a late summer storm overnight with heavy wind and rain and, again, the tired old roof on my house had leaked. The weather cleared over the morning and I was now clambering over the tiles in the welcome sunshine with my tube of silicone sealant, searching out the newly cracked ones and trying to effect temporary repairs. What a way to spend a weekend! Six more months and I'll have saved enough money to get the whole place re-roofed. Goddamn my ex-wife! If she weren't bleeding me so much for support, I'd have had this done two years since. She was the one who, ten years ago last month ran off with her personal fitness coach, who dumped her five months later. And, thanks to a female judge with a feminist axe to grind at the divorce hearing, the cow has lived off me ever since! I was working right up on the ridgeline when I noticed my next door neighbour, Arlene, set off in her car. It looked like she was off to the supermarket, which usually meant her being away for a couple of hours. She was a dark, trim widow in her late thirties who had two teenaged kids: Abby, who was almost twenty, and Chris, who was fifteen months younger than his sister. I knew from long experience that Arlene going out meant that a fight between Abby and Chris would start very soon. And I wasn't wrong - it took them less than five minutes to begin screaming and yelling. God, those kids hated each other! I carried on looking for cracked tiles and spreading silicone around, when a sudden movement from next door caught my eye. I could see right into their lounge room through the big ranchslider that led out onto their patio. Chris was chasing Abby around the furniture, yelling at her. She was holding something small in her hand. It looked like a calculator. I guessed that she must have stolen it from her brother and he was chasing her to get it back. Eventually he caught up with his sister and threw her onto the floor up close to the glass door. Although he was the younger of the two of them, Chris was much bigger and stronger that she was. They wrestled furiously for a few moments with neither of them gaining any advantage. Then Abby played one of those typical 'sister tricks' that girls play on their brothers when they want to stop them from taking something away: She pushed the calculator under the waist band of her baggy shorts and held it with both hands up against her crotch. Abby stuck her tongue out at Chris and pulled a face. I didn't have to be there to know she was saying in a singsong kind of voice, "You can't get it na-ow!" My kid sister used to do that to me all the time when we were young. But by now Chris must have been damned mad, or maybe he was made of sterner stuff than I was at his age, because he shoved his hands up his sister's shorts leg and wrestled the object away from her. They fought furiously for a little while longer, with Abby biting Chris's fingers and screaming at the top of her lungs for him to "Give it back!" I could hear every word now and her language would have made a shearing gang blush. Then suddenly, Abby gave up the contest, letting go of the prize so that Chris tumbled over. He fell with his head and shoulders across her slightly spread upper legs, holding the object up like a trophy and grinning like a maniac. Abby let loose another stream of invective at her brother, then dissolved into tears with her hands covering her face. Chris just laughed at her, revelling in his victory, then he bent over and bit his sister hard between the legs. Abby fetched him a mighty slap on the side of his head. I could 'feel' it from where I was. But Chris just rolled away from her laughing and then got to his feet and ran from the room holding his trophy above his head. Abby curled up in a ball on her side and sobbed her heart out. I lay on my belly on the roof, full of sympathy, looking down at the weeping girl. I really liked Abby and usually took her side when these fights happened between her and her brother. That wasn't only because she was an exceptionally good-looking young chick, with firm little boobs, a tight ass and great legs, she was also much the nicer person of the two of them. Chris could be a mean little bastard when he wanted to be and I often wanted to whack him one at some of the things I heard him saying to his mother. But it wasn't my place to do that. At that moment, I would have given anything to take Abby in my arms to cuddle her, stroke her hair, and tell her everything would be all right. After a few minutes Abby sat up and dried her eyes on the sleeve of her T-shirt. And then my heart almost stopped, because she pulled the leg of her shorts right up and shifted her panties to one side while she checked for damage where Chris had bitten her. I was a fair distance away, but I could still clearly see her faint dusting of dark pubic hairs and the luscious slit of her pussy between her legs. I instantly got a hard-on and had to adjust my cock in my pants to stop it breaking in half under the pressure. After a very brief examination, Abby covered herself again, much to my disappointment, and lay back down with her eyes closed. I carried on looking at her. I could have stayed there all day she was so gorgeous, but work eventually called again. I was just about to cease my voyeurism to carry on with my repairs when I saw Abby move her hand and start to stroke her inner thigh up under the leg of her shorts. My hard-on returned with redoubled intensity as I watched her move it higher, until she was, clearly, inside her pants and fingering her pussy. At the same time she pushed her T-shirt and then her bra up her chest with her other hand and began stroking her breasts and pulling at her nipples. I couldn't help myself. I undid my zipper and pulled my rock hard cock out and started jerking myself off as I watched her masturbate. Abby writhed her pelvis rhythmically. She now had both of her hands inside her pants, plunging her fingers deeper inside her pussy and working on her clit. Her chest was shaking and heaving with the rising intensity of the feelings she was engendering. I was fast approaching a climax too. I could feel my balls tightening in their sac and that familiar excruciating rise in tension in my scrotum that heralded a massive cum. Then I saw Chris come back into the room. When he saw what his sister was doing, he crept slowly up to stand beside her. Abby was too far-gone with pleasuring herself to notice anything much else by now. I stopped stroking my dick and just held it in my fist, waiting expectantly to see what would happen next. Chris rubbed his crotch through his trousers. It was clear that, like me, he had a huge erection. Then, plucking up courage no doubt, he undid his pants, got his cock out, and started to jerk himself off as he watched Abby plunder her pussy with both hands. Jesus, he was pretty well hung for a kid his age! But quite inexperienced though, because in a very few seconds his whole body started twitching and long, pearly strings of jism began spurting out of his prick and splashing onto his sister's bare belly. Abby opened her eyes with a shriek. And when she saw that the source of the hot fluids splashing on her was her brother Chris, she tried to roll away from his sticky stream. But he followed her, making sure she got everything. Abby aimed another stream of abuse at her brother, including a demand that he clean up his vile, sticky mess off of her. Surprisingly, Chris appeared to agree straight away, and kneeled down beside her and started to wipe her down with a handkerchief from his pocket. But the real reason for his altruism soon became apparent when he slid his hand under the waistband of her shorts and, judging by Abby's reaction, down into her knickers. She tried to fight him off, but his superior strength prevailed. And when his fingers found her soaking pussy she gave in and spread her legs wide, lifting her pelvis to his fingers as he entered her. Chris' long soft dick was still hanging limply out of the front of his trousers. Abby gazed at it for a few moments while she ground her pussy ecstatically against his fingers. She had been close to cumming when Chris disturbed her and now she was returning rapidly to that peak. Tentatively, she reached out a hand to touch her brother's tool. It stirred under her fingers and started to harden again. Abby gripped it firmly and stroked it in her fist, rapidly bringing him back to a fully rampant erection. Chris thrust against her hand in time to the plunging motion of his fingers in her sex while Abby shook and writhed her pelvis and massaged her swollen nipples with her free hand. Brother and sister were going to explode in and orgasmic frenzy very soon. And so was I, up on my roof, furiously pulling at my cock in time with their wild movements. Chris and I didn't quite make it, because Abby suddenly tore herself away from him and rolled onto her side with her hands pressed hard into her crotch. She was obviously cumming - and cumming very hard. I stopped rubbing and returned to holding my dick like I had been before. Chris just knelt and watched interestedly as his sister shuddered and trembled. His erection slackened slightly, but did not entirely collapse. He gave her about six minutes; then he turned her onto her back again. He said something to her and gestured to his prick. Abby shook her head violently. Chris gestured to his prick again, obviously demanding that she do something with it. Abby shook her head again. I could see another fight brewing. Then, suddenly, Chris swung his leg across her so that he was kneeling astride her chest. He took his shaft in one hand and lifted Abby's head with the other. Holding her still he jammed the crown against her tightly closed lips. Abby shook her head again in protest. Chris banged her head on the floor and lifted her head up again. I heard his shout: "Suck it you horny bitch!" Abby shook her head again and was rewarded with another head- thump on the floor. After her third refusal Chris slapped her face hard, "You'll suck it you dirty cunt or I'll smack you around all day!" Realising that she was in a losing situation, Abby opened her mouth and allowed Chris to shove his prick in. The excitement of knocking his sister around had made the boy massively hard and he rammed his full length down her throat and fucked her mercilessly. Fortunately for her, he didn't last much longer than he had the first time. With a howl that was more anger than pleasure, Chris pulled his cock from his sister's tortured throat and jerked himself off as his cum spurted from him, spraying his sticky jism all over face and into her hair. Sitting on her chest, he milked every last drop out of his balls, making sure that her face got the lot. Then he got to his feet and walked out of the room without looking back, leaving her lying there. Abby didn't move for more than five minutes. She just lay there with her eyes closed, ignoring the slimy goo on her face. Then, to my surprise, I saw her slide her hands across her breasts and down over her belly to the top of her shorts. She undid the buttons and slid them down her thighs, then kicked them off. Her pale blue panties were tiny, only just covering her pubic triangle. And the narrow strip of material covering her pussy lips was dark with juices from her previous masturbating and Chris's finger fucking her. With both hands she stroked her belly and the insides of her thighs and rubbed her pussy mound. Then, with one swift movement, Abby stripped her panties off and threw them into a far corner of the room. Abby continued to stroke her belly and thighs, trailing her fingertips over them sensuously, as if she was pretending a lover was touching her. I found that I was stroking my still rampant cock in much the same way as I lay on my roof, wishing that they were my fingers caressing her soft, young-girl's flesh. And when she spread her legs wide to dip her fingers into her juicy slit, I shot my wad in explosive streams across the tiles. It was the same colour and almost the same consistency as the silicone gel I had been using. I continued to watch Abby fuck herself with her fingers while I enjoyed the warm aftermath of my ejaculation. She slowly built herself up to a peak. Then, spreading the dark red, blood suffused outer lips of her pussy with the fingers of one hand, she found her clit with the sex-juice slimy fingers of the other and started to rub it at a phenomenal speed. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I never would have believed that a hand and an abdomen could move that quickly! Then Abby lifted her pelvis right off the floor until only her shoulders and feet were supporting her. Rubbing her clit all the while she held that position for about thirty seconds, then snapped into a violently writhing orgasm that lasted for a good three minutes. Abby rested for a while then, still naked from the waist down, gathered up her discarded clothing and left the room to clean herself up before her mother got home with the shopping. I was so hyped up that I couldn't continue searching for cracked tiles. So I got down from the roof and went to my bedroom, where I jerked myself off to a second massive cum, mentally revisiting all I had just seen and fantasising about sticking my hot cock deep into Abby's tight juicy snatch. The next day I just had to get back up on the roof to finish the repairing the tiles. I saw Chris go off on his mountain bike. Shortly afterwards Arlene went out in the car. There was no sign of Abby. Good, she must have gone out before I got up here, I thought. At least I'll have no distractions today. An hour and a half later I was at the far end of the roof with the job almost finished when a flash of movement next door attracted my attention. Little Abby had wandered into their lounge and had started to make herself comfortable on the floor again by the ranchslider door. She must have been home all the time. And she was wearing only a bra and panties! This time they were a matching soft pink. Forgetting all about roof tiles, I hastily made my way back to my viewing position of the day before. Before I knew it, my cock was out of my pants and in my fist as I gazed down lustfully at Abby's beautiful lithe form. And, ohhh, yes! Her hand soon made it's way into her panties and she began to stroke her lovely pussy - not hard and furiously like yesterday, but softly and languidly as though she was intent on prolonging her pleasure for several hours. She spread her legs wider apart and I could tell that she was bringing the lubricating juices from her pussy-hole on her fingertips and circling and caressing her clit. I have no idea how long I watched her tease and bring herself close to orgasm at least six times. Each time she let her excitement subside before starting up again. I could tell by the way she shook and clamped her legs together that it got harder and harder for her with each near-climax to let those 'I want to cum' feelings go past. I emptied my balls at about her third peak and was hard again almost immediately afterwards. In the end she gave in and dissolved in a shaking paroxysm of pleasure. She shouted out one word when her orgasm hit her. It might have been a name, but I couldn't hear exactly what it was. 'Probably the lucky young stud that fucks her,' I thought. Then she appeared to fall asleep. I continued to gaze at Abby. I was so entranced with her by now it didn't matter what she was doing. Just to look and dream was enough. Then I saw Chris return, and he wasn't alone. His pal Gary was with him. And they were moving stealthily, not making any noise and with obvious bad intent. They must have let themselves into the house very quietly because Abby carried on sleeping and didn't move. I wanted to call out and warn her, but that would give me away; that I was a pervert who watched her secretly while she pleasured herself. I saw Chris peep around the lounge room door, but he didn't come into the room. In fact, there wasn't a sign of either him or Gary for some time. I was beginning to think I was wrong about their intentions, but then they appeared. And both of them were buck-naked, with enormous erections sticking out in front of them. Chris was also carrying a huge black dildo; clearly Arlene's personal sexual outlet. It looked to me like Abby could be in for a rough time and I resolved to intervene if it got too heavy and it looked like she was going to get raped, with the dildo or otherwise. I didn't involve myself right then, though, because I had no idea of how Abby would react to them. This may have been planned all along. She may be pleased to see them, I reasoned. It immediately became apparent that Abby had no idea that her space would be invaded by two such naked and thoroughly tumid youths. Both of them dropped to their knees, one each side of her and straight away started to run their hands over her smooth belly and thighs and down into her panty-covered crotch. Abby awoke with a start and screamed in protest. Chris grabbed her by the hair and banged her head on the floor then slapped her face a couple of times. Gary appeared to protest at the violence, but Chris just laughed and hit his sister once more. Then he pulled her panties down at the front and tried to push his fingers in her pussy, but Abby managed to clamp her thighs shut. Seeing that she was odds-on to a hiding, Abby must have decided to take a different tack and defeat them in the way that every female eventually wins against the male - by emptying his balls. She reached out, took a cock in each hand, and started to jack both boys off at once and rub their stiff pricks on her warm belly-flesh. Chris came quickly; again, ripping his convulsing cock away from her and aiming his streams of pearly cum right at Abby's mound and the fork of her tightly closed thighs. Gary took a few moments longer, but under the influence of both of Abby's hands on his prick, he too started to shoot his load, directing it to the same place as Chris had. Chris forcibly took Abby's bra off and both boys crushed her diminutive tits in their hands and twisted and stretched her nipples. Abby obviously didn't find this objectionable or painful because she was thrusting her chest up to them and sometimes placing her hands on theirs and rubbing them harder against her. Chris eventually left his sister's breasts to Gary and moved down to her pussy. Although she was rolling her pelvis sexually, Abby still had her legs crossed tightly. Chris tried to pry them apart so that he could take her panties off and use the dildo on her. But try as he might, he couldn't force Abby's legs open by himself. Therefore, he had to content himself with rubbing his and his friend's sperm into his sister's pubic hair with the fake dick and pushing it down into her labial crack with his fingers. Both boys were soon hard again and ready to attack their victim in other ways. I made sure that my raging cock was well tucked away and prepared myself to intervene. Chris called Gary down to help him force Abby's legs apart, but she managed to roll over onto her front, delaying them temporarily. Gary said something to Chris with a wolfish grin and Abby's brother plainly thought his suggestion a good idea, because he immediately thrust his hand into the back of Abby's panties to spread the cheeks of her ass and try to shove the dildo up her back passage. Abby slapped his hand and the dildo away and then, behaving amazingly like canine bitch in heat, she wriggled her bottom sexily and made a suggestion to the boys. They stared at her, immobile, totally stunned. As if to reinforce her offer, she slowly rolled down her panties at the back, revealing the tight enticing globes of her curvaceous buttocks and the deep cleft between them. I nearly creamed in my pants; she was so desirable. Chris and Gary stared at her buns, mesmerised. Then Gary shook his head, obviously saying "No." But Chris appeared to accept her offer. Watching Abby Ch. 1 He bent over and started kissing the crevasse between Abby's ass cheeks. He moved down on her, his tongue plainly delving into their depths. Then, suddenly he also shook his head in denial, but came down on top of his sister and tried to mount her. In the ass? Or in the pussy? I couldn't tell from that distance. With surprising strength, Abby bounced him off. Chris obviously asked Gary for his help, but it looked like he got a negative, 'You're on your own, buddy,' kind of response. Abby wriggled her bottom at her brother again and obviously said something very enticing to him, because he mounted her once more. Only this time he didn't attempt to enter her, well not immediately, seemingly content to dry-fuck her delicious buttock-cleft. Abby responded to Chris's thrusts, lifting her ass and pressing back and writhing against him to increase his pleasure. Every time he tried to move the head of his cock into other intimate places, and he tried several times, Abby reached back and returned him to where they agreed he could be. But this to-and-fro movement must have spread his pre-cum liberally all over his sister's ass-cleft, because he was soon slipping and sliding in there smoothly. Chris held out for much longer this time. But eventually his climax ripped through him and he shot big, sticky blobs of his cum all the way up Abby's spine. He rolled away from her satisfied for the moment. Abby smiled to Gary and evidently offered him the same service. Gary shook his head once more, plainly reluctant to rub his dick in amongst Chris's sperm. But, he appeared to suggest something that Abby seemed to agree to enthusiastically. Gary got to his feet and Abby crawled over to kneel in front of him. Taking his stiff pole in both hands, she rubbed it up and down a few times, making him harder, then lowered her face and took him into her mouth. She gave him a fantastic blowjob. I had my cock out again; stroking it and wishing it was me that she was doing it to. Abby took him right inside, deep-throating him at first. Then she backed off and licked all around his corona and down the sensitive underside of his shaft. She sucked both of his balls in turn while scratching him just behind his sac with her fingernail. When she returned to his mushroom head, she sucked it deep into her mouth again and bobbed up on down on his length, mouth-fucking him with her warm wetness. Then, when she felt him stiffening, ready to cum, Abby pulled back and with two quick strokes brought him off, directing his cock-head towards her pert little titties so that his sperm splattered all over them. Gary seemed to keep cumming forever, with his head thrown back and a fierce grimace on his features. Abby milked him for every drop of cum he had; then she gave his now softening cock a friendly pat and turned to her brother. She evidently asked him if he wanted some of the same, because he came to her eagerly holding his half-hard prick in his fingers. Abby gave him a good suck and soon made him fully erect, and then she licked him all over just as she did with Gary. And when it was time for him to shoot his load, she directed the hot globules at her breasts again, rubbing the slimy spunk over her nipples with her free hand. Gary moved in for another session, but Abby pointed at the clock behind him. The look of consternation on the boys' faces told me that Arlene must be due home at any minute. The three kids scattered in all directions, the boys to dress and Abby to shower and wash their cum-stains from her body. I climbed back down from the roof to my bedroom and spent the next hour beating my meat again for two mighty comes, and moaning Abby's name as the spasms hit me. Watching Abby Ch. 2 'That's fine by me Arlene, as long as it's cool with Abby." I have adored the lovely young girl ever since I began babysitting her and her brother Chris when she was eight years of age. Right from the start, Abby and I got on like a house on fire. As soon as she reached puberty, however, she turned very cool towards me - even to the point of totally ignoring me whenever I went around for a cup of coffee and a friendly chat with her mother. I really missed her running to the front door to let me in and giving me a big welcoming hug. My 'supervising' role in the last few years on the few occasions that Arlene went out for an evening changed. Abby was now old enough to be left on her own but Arlene asked me to still be 'on call' by telephone if anything went wrong. So, it was quite a surprise when my neighbour 'phoned me on the following Wednesday evening when I got home from work. "Brett, I'm sorry to ask you at such short notice, but can you come over and ride shotgun with Abby tonight? I have to go and see Chris in his school play. Abby has just told me that she's already seen it during dress rehearsals and she's not interested in going again." "Run that past me again...Abby actually wants me over there?" "That's right..." "Have you been feeding her happy pills or something?" "Oh, Abby's fine about it. In fact it was her suggestion...it came as a bit of a surprise to me too." When I arrived at 7.15, Abby let me in. She didn't seem all that pleased to see me, but I thought, 'so what else is new?' And checked with Arlene what time I should be making noises about Abby heading off to bed and what time I could expect she and Chris home. Very shortly afterwards, Arlene left, Chris was already at the school theatre, and at last, Abby and I were alone. I went into the lounge. Abby was sat with her legs tucked under her in her dead father's big old armchair. Arlene had tried to get rid of it for years. Both kids fought like cat and dog over which one of them was going to sit in it. And both of them always objected strongly when Mom suggested that it should go. Abby was dressed in a pair of baggy shorts and a sweat-top. She was watching one of those inane sit-com programmes that reinforced my conviction to never waste money on buying a television set. "What do you want to watch?" she asked, sounding very hostile. I was beginning to wonder if it really was her idea for me to be there. "I don't mind. I have no idea what's on offer, so it's your choice." I found a comfortable seat to sit in and stretched out. "We'll watch this then." We watched the programme unfold...typical prime time mental candyfloss. The commercial breaks came and went and we sat there in our own private cocoons hardly exchanging a word. At last, the show finished and Abby hit the mute button to blank out the blare of the commercials before the next programme started. "Which part did you like best?" she asked me. "To be honest, I had know idea what the show was about and nothing came out of it to grab me by the throat and make me want to watch the next episode." "I'm not talking about the TV show! For an intelligent man, Brett, you can be a dimwit sometimes. I was talking about me, Chris and Gary." I gulped, a cold hard stone of concern hitting the bottom of my stomach, "You saw me on the roof then?" "I first saw you on Saturday when I pulled my panties aside to see if Chris had made my pussy bleed. He really hurt me when he bit me. Then I decided to masturbate in front of you. Even after all these years I still wanted revenge. I wanted to show you what you'd been missing!" "What...?" "But Chris and Gary didn't know you were there. They were too busy trying to get their rocks off with me. Which part did you like best? Was it when Chris jerked off all over me on Saturday, or when he raped my mouth? Or was it on Sunday when he tried to fuck me in the ass? Maybe it was when I sucked both of them off and made them cum all over my boobs? Tell me, I want to know." I decided that since I'd been caught out fair-and-square, I had to be totally up-front with her. "To tell the truth, Abby, none of those things. I admit I watched you and Chris on Saturday. On Sunday, when he and Gary surprised you, I stood by in case things got too rough and they tried to force you into something you didn't want. And, yeah, parts of what happened on both days were so very sexy that they blew my mind." "Such as?" "When Chris left you on Saturday with his cum all over your face and you brought yourself off. That was spectacular! And then on Sunday, before they came in, when you kept yourself on the brink of cumming for more than an hour; that was amazingly erotic. "But, for me the biggest turn-on was the tempting way you rolled your panties down over your bottom. I nearly creamed you were so sexy. You'd obviously made some proposition to Chris and Gary and you were giving them some pretty hard choices to make, but at the same time you were being the ultimate seductress." "You were a long way off. You couldn't have seen very much." "Ummm, I did wish I had my binoculars with me!" "Would you like a close-up action replay?" My already hard cock got even harder, "You mean...?" "I'll be exactly like I was, and you'll be as close as they were. Do you want to see that again? Really close up?" I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't back in my own bed dreaming this! "Oh my God, yes!" Abby leapt out of her chair, unbuttoning her shorts and kicking them off. Equally as quickly, she shucked off her sweat top. Her breasts were naked underneath. Christ, they were beautiful close up. Each one a perfect rounded handful with brown-pink, already distended nipples. She lay face down on the floor near to the ranchslider and looked up at me. "You don't have to be in the same state as they were if you don't want to, but it would add to the realism." She was inviting me to strip off as well! I didn't give her a chance to change her mind and started throwing my clothes off as fast as I could. Maybe when she saw my body she might turn on enough to take this game further - even if I was nearly forty, I was in damned good shape. I might even fulfil my dream of filling her pussy with my big fat prick and fucking her until she begged for mercy! Abby's eyes widened with surprise and she licked her lips when she saw the size of my erect cock when I released it from my briefs. "Jesus, Brett. I had an idea you were well hung, but I didn't expect you to be that size!" I hunkered down on my knees close by her ass feeling kind of pleased that she was so impressed. "There's just one more thing," she said, starting to slowly roll her panties down. "The challenge I offered. Do you want to hear it?" She rolled her panties down one turn further. With my eyes fixed on the emerging delightful curves of her swelling buttocks and the start of her deep ass-cleft, I croaked, "Y-yeah, g-go on." "If you kiss my ass, I mean really kiss it, not just a peck. And you lick my little pucker; I mean really lick it, stick your tongue in and ream me out. I'll let you fuck me in there. Are you game?" "Yes!" "Are you really certain?" Abby rolled her panties a couple more turns. Her ass was plump and beautiful and I could see right into her crack, her almost imperceptible fuzz, and down to her purple-pink anal ring and the engorged lips of her pussy and its fringe of dark pubic hair. "Gary said 'No way!' and Chris chickened out before he really got started." I joined in the spirit of the game, bending over and licking the slightly salty sweat from her tailbone. And then I slid my tongue into the start of her ass-cleft. Abby moaned and lifted her ass for more. "Right now," I murmured into her delightful crack, "there's nothing on earth I'm more certain of. I want to taste your sexy little ring-piece. And when I've got you good and horny I want to stick my hot cock right up in your tight little ass and fuck you until you have a massive orgasm. And then I'll fill you up with my hot spunk and I'll fuck your ass again." Abby rolled her panties down the last turn until they formed a 'rope' at the bottom curve of her buns. "I'm leaving those there to remind you not to try to get into my pussy. I don't have any condoms and I hardly expect you to have any with you either." "That's a deal, Abby. It might make it easier if I put a cushion under you to lift your ass higher while I lick you. Or you could kneel?" "The cushion sounds great to start with. And while you're up, in that bag beside Daddy's chair there's a tube of water-based lubricant. You'll need that...if you don't chicken out!" "No way I'm gonna chicken out, lady! Your sexy ass is mine!" I found the tube of K-Y jelly and a suitably fat cushion. Positioning her laid over the cushion, I got down between her spread legs and surveyed the most delightful terrain that any man ever had spread out for his delectation. Abby's ass truly was enticing. It wasn't just that it was so nicely firm and rounded, without a mark or a sign of fat on it. It wasn't just that the cleft separating her cheeks was so deep and mysterious, or that her pucker was so delightfully tiny and wrinkled...a genuine little virgin. It was all just plain beautiful and, oh, so fuckable! And, looking down to her plump, hair-fringed lips, I thought, 'One day I'm going to get my cock into that sexy little pussy too!' I licked Abby's tailbone again. She was still slightly salty with perspiration. She must be 'feeling the heat' as well, I thought. I moved my tongue down further into her cleft, wriggling it from side to side. Abby groaned, "Yes!" deeply and, "Oh Brett! That is so sexy!" I went down lower until I was almost at her entrance. She was going wild now, panting and writhing, and begging me not to stop. I moved to a better position between her legs and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Her little anal jewel was now all mine to taste. I ran the tip of my tongue around its rim, getting her slightly bitter flavour for the first time. Abby howled and reached behind with her hands to help me spread her buns and begged me to put my tongue right in. I obliged, pushing in as deep as I could and moving around. She shrieked and I felt her anal ring clamp briefly on my tongue. Abby had cum! And we hadn't really got going yet! I sat beside Abby and stroked her buns softly whilst she enjoyed her afterglow. The cushion below her had a big wet patch where her pussy juices had flowed out in her excitement. That hole is far better equipped to handle my big cock, I thought wistfully. Still, a deal's a deal. And it's now Abby's turn to keep a bargain. "Are you Ok?" I asked her as I positioned myself between her spread thighs and reached for the K-Y. "I didn't know you could cum from just having your ass licked!" She said in a small voice. "Brett, I'm scared. And I know we made a deal, but your cock is so huge, I'm frightened you'll hurt me if you shove it in my ass. Are you very angry?" "Now who's chickening out?" I asked her gently, kissing her ear. "Oh Abby, lovely Abby! I understand why you are afraid. No I'm not angry with you. And if I ever have been angry with you it's never lasted more than five seconds. Also, I'm not Chris, I won't force you into anything you don't really want to do." "I'm not chickening out all the way Brett. I made a deal and I want... I know it's not totally safe, but if you promise not to cum inside me... You can take my panties right off." Abby was offering me her pussy as 'compensation' for not getting her ass! I nearly shot my load there and then! "Are you sure?" "Absolutely! But hurry up before I change my mind again!" I moved back in behind her and slid my cock deep into Abby's pussy in one smooth, easy movement. My entry was made easy because she was so wet, but at the same time, I encountered no resistance from her hymen. Little Abby, the object of my erotic daydreams for so many years, was not a virgin. Yet I relished her velvety, tight channel clamped so exquisitely around my thrusting tool and plundered her vaginal treasures without any undue regret that I was not her first. I had her at last. My years of despair and longing were over. Just for now, Abby was all my own in this most intimate of human sexual acts...willingly. 'She may not really care for you and this may be the only time this happens,' my mind told me. 'So stay in her pussy for as long as you can!' I fucked Abby's tight little pussy for nearly an hour, fondling her lovely smooth young body, bringing myself close to exploding seven times and backing off, and taking her to three massive climaxes along the way. In the end, as she felt yet another orgasm build, Abby begged me to end it - she couldn't take any more. Then, when I felt her pussy starting to flutter around my prick yet again, I released my load deep against her cervix, filling her with my cum in an ecstasy of thudding contractions. I crouched over her holding her tight as we both descended from the heights. Then Abby realised that I had reneged on our agreement. She struggled to get out from under me, "Brett! You lousy, fucking bastard! You promised to pull out!" I held her down and hushed her, "Abby, shush! You don't know something, because up 'til now, you haven't given me the opportunity to tell you. One month before that whore of an ex-wife of mine left she played a dirty trick on me. She made me have a vasectomy. She said her doctor had taken her off he pill, because she'd been on it too long, and she couldn't enjoy sex with me any more for fear of having a child...she never wanted children, Abby. I am sterile. I can't make you pregnant." Abby relaxed straight away, "Oh, poor Brett! What an awful thing to do!" Then she brightened considerably, "But, great for us!" We stayed clasped together until my softening cock finally slipped out of her. Abby immediately clamped a hand over her pussy and ordered me to get off her so that she could go to the bathroom. "Wait for me in Daddy's chair," she ordered me. I too needed to take a leak so I used their guestroom, but was sat like a naked king in 'Daddy's chair' when Abby returned. She piled in on top of me and snuggled up close, her diminutive breasts pressed enticingly against my chest. She parted her legs and took hold of my hand. She showed me that she wanted me to stroke the creamy soft inside of her thigh, close to her gorgeous, pouting-lipped slit. "Brett, there's something I have to tell you too. You were my first." Abby misinterpreted my amazed silence as disbelief. "You were, you know, that really was the first time for me. I was a virgin until tonight." "I believe you, Abby, but I entered you so easily. There was no resistance from your hymen and I didn't seem to hurt you." Abby tweaked my right nipple between forefinger and thumb, "It depends on how you interpret virginity of course. If an 'intact' hymen is the sole guide, no I wasn't a virgin. And nor are most young women in the so-called 'Developed World'. Mr Tampax, and his colleagues, and bicycle seats have broken in more virgins than people realise! And, of course, boys have put their fingers in me. You watched Chris do that on Saturday. But, if one's first prick is the measure, you had the privilege!" "And I am deeply honoured, Miss Abby!" I hugged her to me. I wanted to kiss her as well, but, although we'd fucked so passionately, I still was not sure about her true feelings towards me. Even so, I decided to take advantage of our post-coitus warmth and closeness, "But I am also very confused. I'm not sure if this is the right time to ask..." "I think I can guess what it is, but go ahead." "Well, for the past five or six years you have treated me almost as a non-person. I've never understood why. We were such good buddies and then, suddenly I didn't exist." "Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd." "I thought it was, Hell hath no fury..." Abby tapped me lightly on the bridge of my nose with her knuckles, "William Congreve. I'm the one who's studying towards being an English teacher, remember!" "Ok, ok. But I still don't understand!" "We have wasted a lot of time and missed out on a lot of loving and affection, Brett. I started it because I was mad at you, extra mad, and I kept it up far too long. By the time I realised how stupid I was being, you had retreated behind some kind of protective shell. I was too embarrassed at how I had been behaving to try and break through to you. And you were 'comfortable' in your little cocoon. But I still knew you were very unhappy." "Why were you so mad at me?" "Do you remember when I was a little girl and you used to sit on my bed next to me and read me a story at bedtime when you came around to baby-sit? I used to cuddle up to you and feel all warm and safe. My Daddy had been dead a couple of years by then and I missed him a lot. You were a kind of surrogate Daddy. "Then, when I got a bit older, you took to sitting on the floor with your back leaning against the side of my bed and I would practise reading to you. You were always so gentle and patient, getting me to slow down and read the words properly. And you would ask me what I thought certain words meant and get me to put expression in my voice - to 'act out' what I was reading. By doing that, you started my love of language and gave me the idea of teaching English as a career. "And I loved you too. I wanted you to be my Daddy and sit with me every night at bedtime so that I could read to you." "That would have made me the happiest man in the world!" "Thank you! And then, when I was nearly twelve, my body started to change. I got these perfect little bumps on my chest and tiny hairs started to grow on my pussy mound and under my armpits. Like all little girls going through that time, I became very conscious of my body and I started to notice other feelings - hot heavy feelings in my lower tummy whenever I caught you looking at me. You could see I was developing and I felt your interest. Those hot heavy feelings were at their worst whenever I was reading to you. You weren't aware of what I was doing, but sometimes I was stroking my tummy under the bedclothes and wondering why I was getting so wet between my legs." My cock started to stiffen under Abby's bottom. "By the time I was thirteen my little breasts had developed beautifully and I had been having periods for several months. I now knew, from sex-ed classes at school and talking to the other girls that those feelings I was getting in my tummy were all to do with sex. My body had become a woman's body, albeit a very young one and I was going through all the cyclic hormonal changes that every woman experiences. "I was also very aware that you were NOT my Daddy and that most often those sexual longings were directed towards you! "That might seem a bit strange, you in your mid-thirties and me only thirteen years old. But, you had, still have, a good tight body... great buns! And you weren't a smelly, acne-ridden, mindless dick-head like all the teenaged boys I knew. You were warm, and sophisticated, and knowledgeable about all sorts of things. And most of all, you didn't talk down to me. Whenever we had a conversation, you listened to me, respecting my opinions and testing my logic. And you looked me in the eyes when we talked. "Sometimes I felt as though I was drowning. And that wetness would burst forth down there, but now I knew what caused it. So, I decided I was going to make you mine." I wriggled slightly beneath her, "I think I can feel some of it now!" "Wait until I'm finished! You probably won't remember, but one day, Mom suddenly had to go over to stay with Auntie Ellen. Her husband was very ill and Ellen was getting very stressed out. Mom was to give her a break from nursing him. It would only be for one night, but one night was better than nothing. You agreed to look after Chris and I. It was going to be a very uncomfortable night for you on the sofa, but you didn't mind. I got it firmly planted in my head that you wanted to be near me, so it was also the ideal opportunity for me to put my plan into operation. Once Chris went to sleep it usually took a noise as loud as a nuclear bomb to wake him up! Watching Abby Ch. 2 "Do you remember the night? You sat on the floor by my bed as usual and I read to you for a long time. I wanted to be sure that Chris was well asleep. You didn't know it, but I was totally naked under my duvet and, oh Brett, I was so wet I could feel it slipping out of me and running down into the crack of my bottom! I was so excited and shaking so much I could hardly read the page. I was going to get you into bed and you were going to make love to me!" "I had no idea..." "Eventually, you got up to leave and bent down to give me my usual goodnight peck of a kiss. Only this time I threw my arms around you and held you there. And then I stuck my tongue between your lips. You leapt away from me looking very startled and started to leave my room in a hurry. I was so disappointed! "I called out softly, "Brett!" and you stopped and looked back. I pulled my duvet aside and showed you my bare breast. My nipple was all swollen and itching and I was aching to feel you take it in your mouth and caress it with your tongue. But you just snapped the light off and ran away like a startled rabbit." "Oh, Abby, I remember that night so well. When you did that, I wanted you so much! I had done for a couple of years. Even before you started developing, I used to daydream about kissing your little pussy. But I couldn't betray your mother's trust and I also knew that I could pay for one night of sheer bliss with the next 'hundred years' in jail! And on top of that your mother would make certain that I'd certainly never, ever see you again." "Well, I was so angry with you. You rejected me, refused the wonderful gift I was offering you. I felt cheap and dirty and such a silly little girl. You humiliated me and I hated you for it. And from that day on until tonight we've kind of walked around and talked around each other. I know I treated you very badly at first, but you didn't overreact and still showed me respect. Your reasonableness made me doubly irate. Then we simply started to drift. But you wouldn't drift right out of my life! I saw you constantly and that kept me angry...angry with myself, not you." "Oh, Abby, such a waste! Aren't we bloody stupid...the both of us? I felt like I was walking on eggshells every time I was near you. What prompted your move to break through the barrier after all this time?" "It was on Sunday morning. I stayed in my room for hours. I knew you that were watching Chris and I the day before and that you were working up on your roof again. I couldn't get over the sensations I'd had masturbating in front of you after those horrible things Chris did to me. Anyway, I finally gave in to my feelings and put on my nicest panty and bra set and went to masturbate in front of you again...it was still that revenge thing! "It was only when I came and I involuntarily shouted out your name that I realised that displaying myself to you wasn't revenge at all. I wanted you so badly I was hurting. I also realised that subconsciously I had been saving myself for you, in spite of lots of really groovy guys trying to get me to go to bed with them since I turned sixteen." "I heard you shout out, but I didn't know it was me!" "Then, of course, Chris and Gary ruined my Sunday for me. I felt so good lying there having made long distance love to you and at my resolve to make the first move to restore our friendship. Then my shit of a brother and his friend came in and started on me! I decided that attack was the best form of defence. I knew that if I tried to fight them I would almost certainly get raped. Although I knew you were watching, I had no confidence that you would play Sir Gallahad and come in to rescue me. For all you knew the whole thing could have been a set up." "What about Chris anyway? I take it you haven't told your mother what he and Gary did?" "No, it would break her heart. There's no need anyway; I stitched them up pretty well. I mentioned to a couple of my girlfriends at school that I am a bit worried that Chris is gay because I caught him and Gary masturbating together. It's gone around the whole campus like wildfire!" "Wicked! But, aren't you scared they'll try to get their own back on you?" "I've covered that too. Chris went bananas when the rumours reached him and he guessed where they started. He tried to threaten me with a counter-story that I had offered myself to the two of them and that they had both fucked me. And he threatened that next time he really would fuck me and be a lot rougher with me as well. But I just told him that neither option would be a good idea if he wants to stay out of jail, because I have a witness for what he did on both Saturday and Sunday." I rubbed the tip of Abby's nose with my index finger, "Remind me not to cross you if I look like doing so!" She laughed, "Anyway, enough about them! I was determined to have sex with you and not give you the chance to run away this time. I decided to make it a 'game' and it had to be something outrageous to challenge your ego. One problem though: Now I'm more grown up I am very conscious of an unwanted pregnancy. We are Catholic I'm not allowed birth control pills. But Mom's a realist and I was sure that, if push came to shove, she'd 'turn a blind eye' to condoms, because of the AIDS thing. But the opportunity to get you here tonight came right out of the blue and I had no chance to buy any. "In the process of side-tracking Chris and Gary, I came up with the idea of that challenge. I decided to use it as a back-up plan...no pun intended! Chris had me worried for a while when I tested it on them. But I knew without a doubt that neither of them would have the 'bottle' to follow it right the way through. But I knew you wouldn't bomb out though. And I couldn't get pregnant from having sex in my back passage could I? "At least we would be having sex! And the rest, as they say, is history." "Ahem! It's a bit of a worry that you can read me so well! But, you weren't very welcoming when I arrived." "I was scared absolutely shitless that I'd got it all wrong, that you would reject me again! Especially if you thought that I'd encouraged Chris and Gary to do what they did. And then when you sat over there with your own personal firewall around you I was getting more and more depressed. I spent the whole of that stupid fucking programme searching for something to start you talking to me!" "You did pretty well in the end!" "I'm sure you'll find me very welcoming now, Brett." Abby had reached between her legs and been stroking my cock for the last five minutes. It was as hard as a rock. "Show me." Abby twisted around in the armchair so that she was knelt astride my hips. Holding my rampant pole upright she pointed it at her wide stretched vaginal opening, "I've dreamed of doing this forever...I want to see it go in," she murmured lowering herself onto my cock-head. "Oooooh that is so sexy!" She sighed as we watched my shaft disappear slowly between her distended pussy lips, "Soooo sexy!" She swallowed my length to the hilt, until our pubic hairs mingled, hers lush and dark, mine a golden red. "Hello Brett," she giggled softly, "You feel so right in there! I knew you would five years ago, but suspect this big thing would have split my little pussy in half back then!" She raised her hips until she was almost clear of me. For a long moment we gazed at my huge, veined pole, all slick and glazed with her pussy lubrication, with its head clamped firmly in her gateway. Then she plunged down on me again. And, rolling her pelvis, she started to fuck me like I'd never been fucked before; her slippery, tight walls gripping and massaging my prick like a big, soft, warm, hand that pulled me deeper into her body and drove us both to the inevitable conclusion. When I captured her bouncing tits in my palms and started licking and raking her nipples gently with my teeth Abby went berserk, thrashing madly on me as she panted and heaved in her ecstasy. And then, when her violent contractions around my cock told me it was time for me to cum, I released my load in a great hot flood, making her scream my name at the top of her lungs in her pleasure. Finally, as Abby subsided, still writhing her hips on my stiff shaft to prolong the minor jolts of her orgasm, we kissed for the first time in over five years. But now we kissed as adults...as lovers. Life was going to be very beautiful until Abby decided it was time for her to move on. But, until that happened, we were going to make the most of it!