19 comments/ 170767 views/ 38 favorites Kathy Becomes a Dancer By: naughtynurse18 Mom and Dad's third annual pool party was growing raucous and rowdy. The late afternoon sun still beat down with its full fury and, once again, I had sought out the pool's cooling water for refuge. Like my parent's guests, I was slightly tipsy from the few cans of beer I'd pilfered while Mom and Dad weren't looking, and from the sips of wine and hard liquor I'd filched from unattended glasses. My tiny, yellow-flowered bikini had quickly become semi transparent from the cool water, and I frequently caught several of the male guests staring unabashedly at my plump, pert tits and slightly distended nipples as I cavorted in the pool with them and my brother. I'd totally shaved my blonde pussy-mound earlier that morning in anticipation of wearing my newest bikini for the first time, and more than a few men cast long, lingering glances as a hint of sweet teen pussy-lips pressed tight against the wet crotch of my bikini bottom. Under the guise of rough-housing in the pool with me and my younger—by eight minutes—brother, Drew, several of Dad's friends had taken the opportunity to press their bulging cocks against my tight, round ass as I wiggled against them in pretend play. I'd even moaned softly, but loud enough for him to hear, "Ohhh that feels good," when one of Mom's friend's husbands, Mr. Larkin, "accidentally" grabbed brief hold of my thrusting tits as he reached for the beach ball we were using to play "combat pool volleyball." As time went on and the drinking continued, the men's stares grew longer and more leering, their accidental grabbing longer and more intimate. I detected looks of envy and hatred emanating from several of the middle-aged wives as they watched their horny husbands roughhouse with me in the pool. Sliding over next to me, Drew hissed quietly, "You better stop flirting so much, or Mom's gonna get pissed. Your nipples are sticking out like crazy, and one of these guys is going to fucking rape you right here in the damn pool. My pussy clutched and heaved at Drew's wicked words. "I can't help it!" I whispered back with a small giggle. "I just want to see how far one of these guys will really go. Mr. Daniels was actually trying to get his finger up me a few minutes ago—he's cute, too; I'd let him fuck me in a heartbeat. Despite Drew's warning, my horny pussy had taken over complete control of my brain, and I made a point of ensuring all the men got good views of my bikini top struggling to contain my firm teen tits as I frolicked in the water. My pussy was just beginning to pulsate with the need for a hard, hot fucking when Mom crossly called me over to the side of the pool. "Okay, little girl," She said condescendingly, a smirk on her face. "Time for you to get your teasing little ass outta here and leave the grownups in peace. I want you in your room, out of the way; until I say its okay for you to come out, understand?" I was about to argue back to my inebriated mother, but I knew it'd be no use—she'd ground me for weeks if I talked back to her in front of others. Instead, I smugly glared at her, letting her know I knew she was jealous of the attention I was getting. Slowly, I pulled myself up from the deep end of the pool and imagined I heard the collective moan of all the men as they watched my clingy bikini bottom slide halfway down my firm, shapely ass. Casting one last, lingering look around the pool, I held my head high as I retreated into the house. "You too, Andrew!" I heard my mother call out to my brother, "It's time you kids went and did your own thing." I waited for Andrew just inside the house. As he walked through the kitchen and headed towards the stairs to the second floor, I intercepted him in the family room and pressed my damp body tightly against him. Kissing him hotly, I moaned loudly into his mouth and rubbed my hot pussy-mound against the rapidly forming bulge in his swimsuit. "I need to get fucked so bad, Drew!" I whispered, sliding my tongue into his open mouth. "You can't believe hot wet I am! All those men staring at me made me so fucking hot. Take me upstairs and fuck my brains out!" Drew reached out with one hand and roughly pulled the cups of my wet bikini top off my tits, exposing both plump mounds "You fucking slut!" He growled, now squeezing and molding a hot titty in each hand. "You're lucky Mom didn't ground you forever. You gave every guy out there a fucking raging hard-on; don't think their wives and Mom didn't notice." Pushing down on my head, my taller brother forced me to my knees in front of him. Shoving his damp swim-trunks down his firm thighs, he hissed commandingly, "Suck me, Sis. Suck my fucking cock for me!" Whimpering with a conflicted combination of need and apprehension, I whined, "Not here! Someone might come through the kitchen and see us." That was a bit of a stretch. Even though we were still downstairs, we were pretty much out of sight of anyone who might come into the house to get something from the kitchen or use the bathroom. "I know," Drew responded, whacking his stiff cock-meat firmly against the side of my face. "I want them to see. I want them to see my slutty big sister with her mouth full of cock. I want Dad to see what a nasty cocksucker his little princess is. Suck on it, Kath. Do it! Do it or I won't fuck you later." Over the past year, Drew had grown more and more demanding when it came to sex; he liked it often, and he liked it risky. Lately, he'd taken to bending me over in the hallway just outside the family room while Mom and Dad were engrossed in some TV program. Pulling my flimsy panties down over my pert, wiggling, little ass, he'd keep a hand over my mouth to prevent me from making too much noise as he slowly sawed his thick cock in and out of my slippery, tight snatch. He'd hold off his orgasm until Mom or Dad called for one of us and then he'd blast my hot muff full of sticky, baby-brother goo as I trembled under him. Other times, he'd leave my bedroom door wide open, merrily pummeling my tiny twat as I lay on my back in my bed whimpering and squirming wildly, timing his ejaculation so that the first squirt of his cum fired up my greedy baby-hole just as Mom came in the front door from work. If she had ever come straight upstairs instead of carefully sorting the daily mail and then grabbing a glass of wine, she surely would have walked in on my bother squeezing my tiny ass in both hands as he enthusiastically filled my little bald cunt with hot, sticky sperm. Sometimes he liked it rough and nasty, and sometimes he liked it slow and long. He also liked to share. Two of his more trusted friends, Mark and Rich had watched him fuck me and had fucked me themselves; sometimes even when Drew was not around. Fortunately, I liked everything he liked. His aggressiveness, self-assurance, and devil-may-care attitude excited and delighted me; I willingly let him do whatever he wanted to me, anytime he wanted. That night, as I knelt in front of him, my cunt-hole fluttered and quivered wildly as I prepared to suck off my younger brother. Drew's hands were already firmly entwined in my long blonde hair as he urged me on. "Suck it, Kath!" He demanded roughly. "Suck it all down! Show me what a good little cocksucker you are. Show me you're a little cocksucking whore. Hurry up...I don't have much time, I gotta meet Mark in 15 minutes. We're going out with Trisha and Heather tonight." Trisha was Drew's new girlfriend. A tall, slender brunette that, I heard, spread her legs for boys almost as often as I did. I'd seen her making out with boys at parties and dances, and I understood my brother's eagerness to drill the leggy slut at the first opportunity. Eager to make Drew forget about his upcoming date, I began to suck his cock enthusiastically. Opening my mouth wide, I swallowed half his thick cock-staff as he groaned in ecstasy. Back and forth I rapidly bobbed my head, my firm teenaged tits bouncing erotically on my chest as I stuffed my cute teenaged face with hard sibling cock. Looking up at Drew's grimacing face, I grabbed his firm ass-cheeks and pulled him into me. Soon, the entire length of his bucking cock was ensconced in my hotly sucking mouth and throat. "Ohhhh, yeah!" Drew groaned in bliss "All the way down! Swallow it all, Bitch! Swallow it! Milk it with that fucking throat. Milk my cock!" Drew's thick cock flexed and jerked mightily in my tightly clenching throat. My fat tits wobbled and bounced erotically as my younger brother fed me big-mouthfuls of solid prick-meat. His cum-bloated balls bounced steadily off my slobber-wet chin, creating a dull clapping sound that was clearly audible over my gagging moans and his lusty grunts. "You little fucking cock-sucker!' Drew hissed, pulling his thoroughly drenched cock-shaft from my tortured throat. "Beg for it! Beg for my cock. Beg me to fuck your little slut-cunt with my cock." The need was clear in my whiney voice as I begged my brother for hot cock-meat. "Please Drew! Please. Give it to me! I want you to fuck me so bad, Drew. Please! Please! I'll do anything you want!" Smiling down at my whimpering, begging face, Drew smacked his hard, heavy cock against my lips once...twice...three times. "You want this cock bad, don't you Kath?" he teased. "You want it real bad. You're nothing but a little cock sucking and fucking machine, aren't you?" Knowing full well he was tormenting me, Drew continued to smack my face with his meaty fuck-stick as he looked down on me. "Hold still. Hold still, little bitch." My little brother muttered, now whacking the side of my face with sharp, quick strikes. "Stick out your tongue. Stick out your tongue so I can spank it with my dick." Obediently, I did as Dew ordered. Sticking my little pink tongue out as far as possible, I shivered in whorish delight as Drew spanked my sensitive flesh with his thick cock-tube. Smack! Smack! Smack! The dull wet sound filled my ears as Drew enthusiastically whacked his cock off on my dripping tongue. "Ungghhgg...unnhgggggg...ummhggggg!" I urged him, my flexible tongue now fully extended. My eyes pleaded with Drew. I wanted to be fucked so badly, but I knew from previous experience that he was not going to do it; he intended to cock-slap my face until he came, covering my face and hair with thick, viscous ball-batter. "Please Drew, please!" I begged my brother piteously, tears of disappointment springing to me eyes. "Don't do this! Please, don't'! You have to fuck me before you leave!" "Quiet!" Drew hissed, rubbing his cock all over my lips and cheeks, around my eyes and nose. "I'm gonna fuck you, just shut the fuck up and wait a minute! Hold you tits up. Push them up for me. C'mon Kathy lift them up." Somewhat mollified by Drew's promise to fuck me, I lifted my melons with both hands and presented my drool-covered tits to him. Groaning loudly, my little brother prick-whipped my face five or six times in quick succession and then suddenly pointed the large purplish head of his cock at my spit-wet titties. "Fuck yes!" Drew grunted forcefully, jerking hard on his thick boner "All over your tits! All over your big fucking tits!" As if in slow motion, I watched Drew's prick-hole wink open and a torrent of white-hot jizz burst from the oval slit. Hot cum smacked against my left tit, near the nipple, and droplets of gooey sperm rebounded into the air before landing on my tanned tit-flesh. I watched in dismay, whining in distress, as Drew's cock recoiled in his hand and fired another shiny ribbon of cock-cream at my thrusting tits. "Don't cum! Noooooo! Not yet! You promised! You promised" "Yeah!" Drew cheered, ignoring my plaintive wails, as his gooey sperm slammed against my breastbone and oozed down onto my plump tits. "Hold em up! Hold em up, Sis! Lemme cover those fat fuckers!" Drew grunted his approval with each ejaculation, and soon my smooth, tanned tits were awash with sibling sperm. Seeing all that cum covering my boobs made me momentarily forget my disappointment, and Drew watched with satisfaction as I scoped up his warm spunk with gooey fingers and fed it into my ravenous mouth. "You're such a fucking cum-slut, Kathy," Drew hissed to me lovingly, his hand on the top of my blonde head. "Eat it...eat it all!" Humming softly to myself, I chased around the ribbons of cum with sticky fingers, determined to get every drop. Holding my cum-webbed fingers over my mouth, I let the hot goop dribble between my opened lips and swallowed contentedly. Again and again I repeated the action, until the globs of gluey sperm were removed from my sticky tit-mounds. "Mmmmmmm! " I moaned to my little brother, "It's so good...so much creamy cum...tastes so good!" Drew watched me closely, a look of disbelief on his face, as I sucked my fingers clean of his hot jizm and babbled on about the taste and texture of his ball-batter. "You're a cum-pig Kathy. You'd fucking eat cum all day if I you could. You're such a fucking slut." My blue eyes twinkled at my brother's comment and I was delighted to see his just-emptied cock had remained solidly rigid. "You promised, little brother." I teased in my best pouting tone, "You promised to fuck me." "Oh I will," Drew replied, even though he began to pull his swimsuit up over his leaking cock. "When I get home tonight. I gotta shower and get out of here now, though. Thanks for the blowjob!" As Drew darted past me up the stairs, I grew furious. Bounding after him, I almost made it to his door before he slammed it shut. As I heard him engage the lock, I shouted at him. "You better get home early Drew! You better not be too tired, either. You promised! You fucking prick! You promised!" I waited outside Drew's bedroom door until it reopened, hoping to entice him into a quick fuck before he left. Holding me at arm's length, my much bigger and stronger brother kept me away from him as I fought to reach his pants. "Not now! Kathy! I'm late! When I get home; I promise!" Drew laughed as he scampered down the stairs and out the door. Knowing that I'd lost this round to some other girl's tight pussy, I stormed off into my bedroom. Nearly sobbing in frustration, my bald pussy on fire, I frantically rooted around in the shoebox under my bed until I found the large silver-metallic vibrator that was my favorite masturbatory aide. Hastily placing the shiny device under my pillow, I practically ran into Mom and Dad's room. Knowing immediately where to go, I opened my parent's closet door, flipped on the light switch, and raised the top of a large trunk Dad had half-hidden behind a row of hanging pants. Glancing at the titles of the scores of movies inside the trunk, I hastily grabbed "Naughty College Coeds 7" and flipped to the back cover. Depicted on the cover were several young sluts in various stages of sexual activity: a few sucking hard cocks, one getting fucked doggy style—a look of pure bliss on her face, one sitting on a guy's thick cock as it stretched her tight ass, and another looking dazed and stupid as a spewing cock squirted hot jizz all over her pretty face. "Ohhh! Perfect!" I thought to myself. "This will help me take good care of my pussy." Speeding back to my room, I popped the videotape in to the combination VCR/TV on my desk and lay back on my bed. I was about to hit "play," when suddenly I decided that a few beers would make my playtime even more pleasurable. Quickly, I pulled a tight baby t-shirt over my braless tits and trotted downstairs. Mom and Dad always kept a few cases of beer in the refrigerator out in the garage. Dad had a bit of a drinking problem, and running out of beer was a sure fire way of arousing his sometimes furious temper. Sneaking past the kitchen, I went through the laundry room, and out into the garage. Silently, I opened the refrigerator and grabbed four cans, all I could carry, of Dad's cheap beer. Stretching out the bottom of my minuscule T-shirt to as a carrier, I started back into the laundry room and ran straight into Gordon Lasatera. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Gordon chuckled as I collided with him, nearly dropping the cans of beer on the floor. Gordon was a good friend of my Dad's. He owned one of the many strip clubs in town, "The Inner Room," where my dad and several of his other friends used to go and drink beer after work. Like everyone else, I'd heard the rumors about Gordon being an ex-con who had killed a guy in New York before making his way down to Cocoa Beach. He was dark and good-looking and he always had a new car and flashed around a lot of money. The men all seemed to defer to him; and, even though he was a bit crude and boorish, the women seemed to be universally attracted to him. "Whatcha doin', girly?" He smirked. "Stealing some of your Dad's suds, huh? Don't worry, I ain't gonna tell." Taking a step back, Mr. Lasatera slowly looked me up and down. His gaze settled on my plump tits that were pressing hard against the tightly stretched white, baby-t. Looking down, he smiled broadly as he stared at my shapely legs and pussy-packed bikini bottom. "How old are, you now, Kath? How old is Larry's little girl?" Gordon questioned with a leer. "I ain't anybody's little girl...I turned eighteen last month, not that it's any of your fucking business," I haughtily replied. Laughing, Gordon nodded his head appreciatively. "I can see that. And you got some spirit too; I like that in a girl. You're gonna be fucking great!" "Turn around," he directed, motioning with his finger. "Lemme see what ya got back there." Grinning saucily, my teasing eyes ablaze, I quickly obeyed my father's friend. As I turned my back to him, I even strained my legs and slightly arched my ass out. I had quickly recovered from the shock of being caught pilfering beer and was now on more familiar territory—cock teasing was something at which I was already a pro! "Damn, girly!' Gordon chuckled. "It's not gonna be long now is it?" "Not gonna be long for what?" I asked, thoroughly confused by the middle-aged man's question. "Not long before you're hanging off a pole at the "Room" shaking that little tight ass for the guys." Gordon said with a slight chuckle. "With that round ass and those tits, you're gonna make a fortune, Baby. Looks like you're finally old enough to put what you got to good use. Your Mom says you don't do too well in school, and well, let's face it, beauty is better than brains for making money at your age anyway." As he spoke, Gordon moved up behind me and, with causal confidence, pulled me against him. My firm little ass rubbed against his crotch as he stooped down a bit to accommodate my petite stature. Electric sparks shot through my horny, teenaged body at the first hint of contact, and my knees trembled as the older man's arm brushed against my braless tits as he reached down to grab a beer from the makeshift pouch formed by my tight t-shirt. "Let's see if I can help you out a bit here," Gordon smirked, popping the tab off a can of beer. Gently grabbing my chin, Gordon tilted my head back with one hand, and helpfully used the other to hold the beer can to my lips. "Drink up, Baby. Let's see if you got what it takes to work for me." Greedily, I chugged down the can of beer in mere seconds as Gordon poured it straight down my throat. "Oh yeah, Sweetie. You've done that before!" Gordon enthused, grabbing another can of beer and quickly popping the tab. "Here's some more, Baby." This time, I held my own head back and Gordon quickly poured another can of beer down my guzzling throat. With his free hand, he softly rubbed my pert little ass, lustily urging me on. "Chug it, girly. It's good for you. I always tell my gals that it only takes a little bit of beer to make you a lot more fun." Gordon's aim was off this time, and the last few ounces of beer spilled out onto my tiny t-shirt when he pulled the drained can away from my greedy mouth. Reaching around me once again, he pulled me tight against him and rubbed his crotch against my rounded ass-cheeks, hissing hotly into my sensitive ear. Kathy Becomes a Dancer "Want another, Baby Doll? Want to show Gordy how well you're able to handle your booze? You gotta keep a clear head when all those guys try to get you drunk at the club. Otherwise you'll end up getting me in all kinds of trouble; drunk dancers do all kinds of crazy, stupid things. Setting down one of the remaining cans of beer, I pulled the tab off the third and, this time, chugged it without any help from Gordon. With both his hands free, the strip-club owner appraisingly cupped my fat, barely-covered tits, thumbing my suddenly erect nipples as he watched me I down the can of beer. "Oh Jesus, Honey!" The older man groaned softly in my ear "You got some nice fucking tits for such a little thing. The guys are gonna fucking love you. You're gonna be real popular!" "Really?" I inquired with a drawn out moan before grinding my tight little ass hard against my dad's friend, my head spinning from drinking so much beer in such a short time. "Am I gonna be really popular? Or just a little popular? I was giddy from the attention and praise as the older man replied, "Oh really popular, little girl." Gordon huffed and leered; lifting my tiny t-shirt to caress and stroke my bare, damp tits. "I'm gonna have to hire extra bouncers for these tits and that tight little ass of yours! You got an ass like a Black girl, you know that? Guys are gonna love it." Gordon's hands mauled and stroked my firm teenaged tits as I raised my arms above and behind my head, draping them around his neck. Grunting his approval at my unmistakable invitation, Gordon kissed the back of my neck as he pawed my moist titties. "Hot fucking teenage tits," he grunted as if I wasn't even there, rubbing his cloth-covered cock against my bikini-covered ass-cheeks. "You let the boys at school play with them, Baby? You let them boys at school rub your pretty tits like this?" "Y-y-y-esssss" I managed to hiss through slightly parted lips as I shifted my weight from foot to foot in cock-needing distress. "I like when guys play with my tits." "Oh, I bet you do!" The tit-mauling man chuckled before reaching one hand down to the crotch of my tiny bikini bottom. "They suck 'em for you? They suck these big titties good for you? Do you let them do more? Do you let boys fuck them? Do you let them fuck these big titties and cum all over them? I bet you, do. I bet you don't know how to say no." As he spoke, Gordon stroked the front of my pussy-packed bikini, causing hot, teenaged cunt-oil to ooze from my fiery little cock-socket. He rubbed harder and faster as I writhed against him and panted with cock-craving fuck-lust. "What about this?" Gordon panted in my ear, peeling aside the gusset of my bikini bottom and rubbing his fingers against my slick, bald teenaged pussy-mound. "Them boys at school pet this pretty little pussy, too? You let them play with this tight little pussy?" "Ohhhhh! Uhhhhhh!" I whimpered, my wet pussy-hole shuddering from his touch and the naughty line of questioning. "I-I-I doooo!" "What else?" Gordon queried, his hand busy stroking my shaved twat. "What else do they do? They finger it like this?" Sliding a thick finger slowly up my snug cock-pleaser, Gordon moaned in my ear as my hot slut-hole eagerly enveloped his thick, probing digit. "You let them fuck it? Let them shoot their hot spunk in you? Tell me, little girl. Tell me what they do to this sweet young pussy." Wanting the older man to know I was old enough and experienced enough to be a dancer at his club, I responded via a serious of moaning, broken sentences. "Yessss....unhhhhh...they finger it...ohhhh....they lick it real good....uhhhhhh...they fuck it...aghhhhh...hard." Plunging his finger deeper and deeper into my slippery twat, the older man grunted his approval. "Yeah, girly! That's what I wanted to hear! How many guys? You got boyfriends? Or can just any guy fuck it? You let older guys fuck it? Teachers? You let guys cum in it, Baby? You let guys cum in it?" With Gordon's finger sliding back and forth in my needy whore-hole, his rapid-fire questions were hard to keep track of and respond to. I managed to mumble, "yes, yes," a few times and Gordon was able to take my words of affirmation to mean anything he wanted. For the next several moments, I leaned back into him, frantically humping my twisty little pussy like crazy on his invading finger. "Shit!" Gordon wheezed in delighted surprise, his breath coming in huge puffs. "You're hot to fuck! You want it right now, don't yah, Baby? Fuck! I gotta have me some of this!" With those words, my dad's friend excitedly propelled me forward until we were standing directly in front of the washer. Knowing what was expected, I removed my hands from around the grunting man's neck and placed them in front of me on the washer. Gordon used a hand on the back of my neck to bend me over at the waist: head down, ass up high. Shivering with slut-lust, I smashed my firm tits against the top of the washer as Gordon deftly pulled my bikini bottoms to one side. I rocked frantically from one foot to the other, shaking in anticipation; desperate to feel the older man's fuck-rod split open my cunt-tunnel. Whimpering softly, I turned my head to look back at the horny, ready-to-fuck man as he reached a hand into his swimsuit. "Bang!" The back door into the kitchen opened and then slammed shut. Quickly, Gordon jerked back; the thought of sinking his prick into tight jailbait pussy had caused him to loose track of where we were. I was too drunk to care, and, even as Gordon backed away from me, I squirmed my hot little ass in tiny circles and murmured recklessly, "Fuck me! C'mon, fuck me! Stick it in meeeee!" "Fix yourself!" Gordon hissed urgently as he attempted to hide his deflating erection in his swimsuit. "Hurry up!" Pulling my bikini bottom back into place, I turned around and faced Gordon. Quickly he handed me the fourth beer and then started talking loudly. "You better hope you mother and father don't catch you drinking up all their beer. Good thing I came in when I did. Now, you go on and put that back." A few seconds later, Gordon's wife stood in the doorway. "There you are, Honey," she smiled forcibly, grabbing her husband's arm. "I've been looking for you for the past ten minutes. Where you been?" Gordon's fourth wife, Bonnie, was in her early 30s. She was a pretty blonde who usually wore tons of make-up, and not much else. Her tits looked way too big to be real, and Mom said that she had once been one of the dancers at Gordon's club. Dad said that she had never been a dancer; she just a tourist girl Gordon had met at the beach or something. Either way, she wasn't stupid. Looking down at her husband's crotch, there was no way she could mistake the bulge that was protruding from Gordon's swimsuit. I was also sure she could see cunt-cream sliding from my fuck-pit down unto my thighs, and there was no way should could miss the spicy scent of my sopping wet cunt in the small room. "I was just coming back from the bathroom, Baby, when I saw this little filly sneaking back into the house with some beer. I thought I'd better say something before Larry and Karen found out." "Right." Bonnie glared, totally unconvinced. "You go on back out Sweetie and I'll handle little Miss Princess here." Meekly, Gordon left the laundry room as Bonnie glared at me. After a few seconds, I made as if to walk past her, out of the room. As I approached, she reached out and grabbed my forearm. "Listen here, Missy," She hissed, her nails digging into my wrist. "I know exactly what game you're playing. You stay away from my man; I didn't work my ass off to have some teenaged whore take my place. Your momma may be fooled by your little innocent flirting routine, but I know a slut when I see one. Stay away, you got me?" I nodded my head warily, roughly freeing my wrist from Bonnie's grasp as I did. "You better get your slutty ass back to you room and stay up there," She added, plucking the beer from my hand. "Or I'll tell your mother about this. Don't think I won't." As I brushed past the older, busty woman, I stopped and glared back at her, my head held high in defiant challenge. "Any time I want it." I bragged cryptically. "Any time at all." "You little bitch!" Bonnie hissed loudly as I walked away. "You stay away!" Back upstairs, I closed and locked my door, then threw myself onto my bed. My twat was burning up! The near fuck with Gordon had me squirming with need, and the confrontation with Bonnie had me excited and thrilled—I had made a hot, older woman jealous! Starting the porno, I fast-forwarded through the opening credits until the first cock sucking of the movie began. Switching on my silvery vibrator, I slowly rubbed it against my drenched pussy and throbbing clit, shaking immediately from the sexy buzzing contact. Wild with lust, I watched the blonde in the movie suck cock, get fucked in three different positions, and then take a massive load of cum between her big, bouncy tits. By the time the second fucking began, I was quivering and bleating like crazy little whore. The metallic dildo was now buried four inches deep in my drooling cock-trap and I humped my ass up off the bed frantically as I pretended I was the girl in the movie getting fucked by my dad's big-cocked friend. "Ohh fuck me, Gordon," I hissed, recalling what almost was. "Fuck my pussy hard. I want your cock so bad! Slam it up in me! Please fuck me!" The silvery vibrator steadily droned on as I simultaneously watched the fuck-flick and fantasized about fucking the strip club owner. Pushing on the very end of the pulsatating vibrator, I forced another three inches of silvery alloy up my greasy cunt-crack until only the black-ribbed bottom of the motorized phallus was visible. "Ohhh" I groaned loudly listening to the porno-slut squealing loudly as Peter North ass-fucked her with vigor. "So good! So good! Fuck me good! Gordon! Fuck me good! I'll fuck you better than Bonnie! I promise! I'm younger and better! You can fuck me anyway you want to!" Soon, only my feet, neck, and head were touching the bed as I arched up from the mattress and humped the air like I was being fucked by a ghost. Slick cunt-slime oozed down my quivering legs as I pumped my fiery pussy up and down in a pantomime of a hot, nasty fuck. The fake battery-operated cock was on its highest speed, sending shivers of delight rippling through my pussy-walls as it buzzed away deep inside my slick cock-pleaser. The raunchy movie was now forgotten as I felt a powerful orgasm began to build in my core. "Unnggh! Unnghhhhh! Agghhhhhhh!" I belated helplessly over the loud buzz of the pussy-churning vibrator. "Ohhhh God! Ohh God! Yessssss!" I let the ecstasy build until I felt ready to explode, and then, lifting one hand up from the bed, I shoved the last inch of buzzing metal into my gooey fuck-slot and watched it roil and churn, unattended, in my ready-to-boil-over teenaged twat. Grunting from the fullness, I quickly took my throbbing clit between forefinger and thumb and pinched. Hard. I came unglued. Shuddering and thrashing about like a maniac, my long hair swishing from side to side on the bed, I exploded in violent orgasm. My toned stomach muscles rippled and scrunched as wave after wave of intense pleasure consumed my petite body. After all of the teasing, cock sucking, and finger fucking that had transpired earlier, the final release was incredible. Bawling loudly in relief, I nosily gulped in huge mouthfuls of air as my burning, throbbing fuck-hole came hard all over the buzzing vibrator. Falling back onto the bed, I continued to sob softly, my toes curled tight as the forgotten vibrator continued to steadily roil away in my exhausted cock-socket. It was 10 minutes before I had the strength to get up, turn of the TV, and then get back into bed. As I drifted off, a smile crossed my face knowing that soon Drew would be home and a real cock would take the place of my trusty vibrator. The sun glaring through my window woke me the next morning. At first, I was a bit disorientated and my head throbbed with a hangover, but then I turned angry: Drew hadn't come to my room! Furious, I thought of ways to punish him. He wasn't going to get any pussy from me for the next month! Seriously. I meant it this time. No sucking, no fucking, no anything for at least two weeks. How dare he ignore me like that! He had promised! No matter how much he begged; he was cut off for the next week. Nothing was going to change my mind. He'd better not try anything for the foreseeable future—I was gonna be firm and turn him down no matter how hard he begged. For at least the next 24-hours my pussy was off-limits. Two days later, a muggy Sunday afternoon, Shasta dropped by and I told her I'd made my decision: I was going to join her at "The Inner Room." Shasta, a senior three months past her eighteenth birthday, had started dancing there about two months earlier. She had left home a few weeks later and was now living in her own apartment. I was so envious of her freedom and seemingly endless supply of money, but she promised me that if I were serious about dancing, she'd let me move in with her once I made some money. First though, she said, she had to check out my moves. We were in the living room, both in shorts and t-shirts, Shasta sitting on the couch, when I began. Mom was working a swing shift and Dad was on a construction job in Daytona for the week—we had the place to ourselves. Shasta had thumbed through all of our CDs and finally picked out what she said were good "dancing" songs for me. As the first strains of Warrant's "Cherry Pie" blasted from Shasta's boom-box, I began to dance around the family room in my short shorts and baby-t. I'd always been a good dancer, and this was no different; at some point I'd just have to take my clothes off! Without minor coaching from Shasta, I went through a series of dance moves and spins that had her grinning with approval. "You're a natural, Kath!" She cheered. "Now that you're got the basics, start to take off you top and then your shorts. I'll teach you how to do it at the right speed. The trick is to leave your costume on for most of the first dance, but get down to your thong within the first 30 seconds of the second. You gotta keep those guys wanting you, but you gotta show the goods, too." Def Leppard's "Pour Some Sugar on Me" blared from the boom-box next, and Shasta continued to give me tips on how to pace myself as I striped down to my tiny French-cut panties. "That's the way, Kath! Shasta encouraged as she watched my uncovered tits bobbling up and down. "Damn you're getting me wet from watching you dance, those poor guys are just gonna throw their wallets at you." Smiling from the praise, I danced over to my best friend and straddled one of her legs, my tight ass gyrating in small circles. "Yeah, give me a lap dance, Baby." Shasta moaned as I pressed my hot lips against hers. Rub your ass all over me!" I worked my panty-covered ass back and forth along one of Shasta's shapely legs as she and I eagerly kissed. Moaning with pleasure, I felt Shasta cup and squeeze my tits and I knew it would not be long before I'd feel her talented tongue slithering in and out of my sopping wet cunt-hole. "Rub her tits, Shas!" A voice rang out from the arch between the kitchen and the family room. Quickly, I turned my head and saw Drew and his best friend Mark standing there, broad grins etched on both their faces. Giggling softly, Shasta pulled my face back to hers and kissed me deeply, hungrily before turning back to the two boys and loudly announcing, "I've been teaching Kathy how to dance. She's going to be a star!" "Hey Kath," Shasta suggested. "Since it looks like we have two volunteers, why don't I show you how to really give a lap dance? That's where most of the tips come from, so you have to be good at it." As she spoke, Shasta stood up and grabbed Drew by the hand. After seating him on one of the family-room armchairs she moved over to the boom box and restarted "Pour Some Sugar on Me," this time, though, at much lower volume so as to make herself heard over the pulsating, suggestive song. Wiggling her curvy ass erotically in front of my grinning brother, she coached. "Stand about 2-3 feet away from the guy at first. Dance in front of him for 30-40 seconds as you size him up. The drunker they are, the more money they'll spend on you, but the more they are gonna wanna touch. Remember, they are allowed to touch here; anywhere except your crotch. If he reaches for your ass right away to pull you close, it probably means he's a vet. You don't have to explain nothing to them. You'll have to tell the newbies they can touch; but if he's some old ugly fat guy, I'd just keep my mouth shut." Quickly digesting her words, my twin brother pulled the curvy blonde closer to him as she giggled and started to pull her crop top up over her blonde hair. "Always make sure you have something to strip out of when you start a lap dance," Shasta explained. "That way it takes longer and by the time you are down to just your g-string, the song's half over and the guy will be more inclined to buy another dance to see more of your tits. Shasta was now sitting on one of Drew's legs, rubbing her shorts-covered ass against his knee and upper thigh as she removed her lacy yellow bra. My younger brother's hands were by his sides, his fists clenching and unclenching rapidly as Shasta perched, now half-naked, on his muscular leg. "Make sure you put some perfume between your tits," Shasta instructed as she dropped her bra on the floor. "Guys like that when you do this..." She broke off pulling Drew's head into her cleavage and rubbing his face gently between her swaying tit-mounds. "They're not supposed to suck your tits, the bouncers will kick 'em out if they see it, but lots of guys will try to. I let the good-looking ones and the ones who are spending lots of cash do it. The bouncers only come over if I signal a guy is being a problem." As she spoke Shasta stood up, and started to slide off her form-fitting shorts as she rhythmically swayed to the music that had now segued into Alice Cooper's "Poison." Under the tight denim fabric, Shasta was wearing sexy purple thong that erotically split the rounded cheeks of her perfectly toned ass. Moving back a step, she extended her arms and put them one hand on each arm of the chair and bent over from the waist. "This is a good move," she declared. "Guys like to see your boobs hanging down, and this is a good way to show them they are real. They can't resist grabbing them when they are hanging down like this, though, so watch it. As if responding to her words, Drew reached out to grasp Shasta's fat, swinging tits, but she danced nimbly out of the way and turned her back to him. Again bending over at the waist, Shasta reached down and grabbed both her ankles, keeping her legs perfectly straight. Her ass was pointing straight at my panting brother's face, just beyond his reach. "This is another money-maker," the busty blonde proclaimed panting from her physical activity. "Do it with your legs straight at first, then slowly spread them apart and lean back. You'll end up in the guy's lap and that's when you really start to earn the money." Shasta did exactly as she instructed, and she was soon sitting on my horny little brother's lap, rubbing her firm teenaged ass slowly against his bulging jeans. Grabbing Drew's hands, Shasta placed them on her swaying tits as she danced on his lap. " I only do this with the cute ones," she added with a throaty purr. "I mean, it turns me on too, so why waste it on some fat old dude?" Picking up on her cute comment, Drew inhaled sharply and rubbed the top-heavy dancer's plump tit-rack with bold assurance. Kathy Becomes a Dancer "Now this is how to get them to really open their wallets," Shasta laughed as she ground her tight little ass hard onto my brother's thumping prick-meat. "You can feel how hard their cocks get when you do this. It makes me so fucking wet if the guy is a hottie and his dick is big and hard while I rub my butt on it!" Shasta's action and words were having a noticeable affect on my baby brother and he slowly humped up against the busty stripper as he simultaneously squeezed and fondled her plump, up-thrusting tit-mounds. "You try it, Kathy!" She urged with a catch in her voice as she let my little brother maul her firm, milky white jugs. "Let me see you give Mark a hot lap dance." My bald little cock-pocket was on fire as I stood in front of Mark and began swaying to the slow beat of Aerosmith's "Angel." A minute later, clad only in my pink bikini panties, I was on Mark's lap facing away from him as the horny boy eagerly fondled my plump tit-flesh. Looking over at Shasta for words of encouragement or criticism, I saw that the older blonde had placed one of her feet on each of my younger brother's knees and was leaning back against his chest, her head to one side, kissing him passionately. "Fuck, Shasta!" I bleated as my pussy began to seriously leak greasy cunt-cream. "Am I always gonna get this turned on from lap dancing?" Pulling her lips away from Drew's, Shasta turned to look at me and responded with a low chuckle. "Not all dancer's do, but then again, none of the ones I know are as sex-crazy as you. If you get really hot, and you're in the VIP room or a real dark corner, you can always do what I do. You gotta be in good with the bouncers, though to get away with it." Before I could inquire as to what that was, Shasta turned her head and resumed kissing Drew. Using one hand, she pulled her purple thong to one side, and, with the other hand, fisted Drew's thick, hard cock. Somehow, I'd missed her freeing it from Drew's jeans while I was busy "entertaining" Mark. As I watched breathlessly, Shasta stuck the broad head of Drew's fuck-stick in the mouth of her slut-hole and slid down on it. Within seconds, half my baby brother's fat dick was buried in my best friend's clasping cunt-hole "Oh God, Shas, Oh God!" My thrilled little brother groaned with delight. "You feel so good!" Before today, Drew had never even touched Shasta. Sure, she had teased and flirted with him, and I knew he had the hots for her, but the age difference and her friendship with me seemingly prevented anything from ever occurring. Today, though, Shasta was turned on enough, and tipsy enough, to forget that the hard cock she was sitting on belonging to my baby brother. "Stick it all the way up me," Shasta moaned hotly to my squirming brother. "Gimme some cock!" Snorting in ecstasy, Drew pumped his rigid cock-rod slowly in and out of Shasta's creamy cock-holster. Shasta moaned and shuddered as Drew picked up speed and, soon, she was bouncing energetically on Drew's lap as he slammed his prick-meat up her hungry little fuck-hole. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Shasta chanted instinctively as she posted up and down, her big tits bobbling crazily on her flushed chest. As if in a trance, I hurriedly pulled off my own panties and reached for Mark's zipper. A few seconds later, my snug pussy willingly parted to accept Mark's throbbing, leaking cock-tube as I moaned with joyous relief. Like Shasta, I'd placed my little feet on Mark's knees and I slowly bounced up and down on the panting boy's lap as he grabbed tight hold of my fat titties. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of two groaning, straining boys fighting the urge to cum, as two squirming cum-sluts whimpered and moaned in cock-starved bliss. The novelty of being in a new pussy took its toll on Drew first, and, as Shasta leaned back and whimpered and purred nasty words into his ear, he suddenly tensed up and let out a wail of hopeless surrender. Grabbing tight hold of the hot blonde vixen on his lap, he impaled her pussy-tunnel with one last upward heave and blew his steaming hot load deep in her thirsty cunt. "Ohhhh! Unggghhhh! Aghhh! Fuck, Shas!" My brother bellowed as he seeded Shasta's slutty cunt with boiling sperm. Shasta moaned as Drew's cock jerked and squirted inside her; the slutty dancer rolling her hips in small circles as she expertly milked out my little brother' potent cum-load. "So good! So good! Cummin' so good in me!" "Your turn!" I whispered sinfully to Mark as he held completely still in my ultra-tight fuck-hole. "Cum in my pussy! Cum in it! Fill me up! You know you wanna! You know you wanna!" Groaning in inevitable defeat, Mark grabbed the backs of my thighs and tilted me back against his chest. With rapid, deep thrusts he pounded my helpless twat, hammering home his frothy cum-load while grunting, animal-like, in my ear. Our harsh, fast-paced breathing soon slowed to a regular rhythm as the boys finally finished coating our teenaged wombs with hot cum. With a wicked giggle, Shasta evilly suggested. "Hey Kathy, let's change partners and go again." Six months earlier, Shasta had walked in on me blowing Drew in our garage. I had fled in horror at being discovered, but Shasta had never said a word about it to me other than dropping a few salacious hints about "incest being best." Drew and I glanced guiltily at each other—Shasta had finally mentioned the unmentionable. "Come on. You think I don't know? I'm not stupid. If you blow him, you fuck him. C'mon Drew, I wanna see you fuck your big sister. Don't you, Mark?" Mark's look gave away the fact that he'd already seen the forbidden activity Shasta was encouraging, and Shasta laughed out loud. "You little, slut! He already knows! You're so fucking bad! I bet you've been fucking them both together." A slight smile crossed my face as I blushed deeply. Rather than being repulsed, Shasta seemed to think that my fucking my brother was hot and genuinely seemed to want to witness it first hand. Cautiously, I asked. "You sure? You're not gonna think it's sick or anything are you?" "Hell yeah, I think it's twisted," Shasta replied with a laugh. "But I think it's pretty fucking hot, too! C'mon, I wanna see him fuck you!" With that, Shasta eased herself off my brother's lap, her well-fucked cunt oozing warm, sticky brother-cum. Grabbing my right hand, she pulled me up off of Mark and ordered, "Get on your back! Let him fuck you like that!" Mark and Shasta both watched keenly as Drew got on top of me, fisted his still-hard prick, and pried open my gooey pussy-lips with his broad prick-crown. Looking up at him, my legs splayed wide-open, my freshly-fucked cunt leaking his best friend's creamy jizz, I hotly urged my twin brother, "Fuck me! Fuck me, Drew!" Drew's fat cock slid into my well-greased slut-pit in one long, smooth stroke. "Ohhhhh!" My little brother groaned as he bottomed out in my clenching cunt-hole. "Squeeze it! Squeeze it, Sis!" Wrapping my arms and legs around my brother's humping back, I held on tightly as he plumbed the depths of my sizzling cock-trap with his meaty boner. Up and down he went, slamming his swollen pussy-splitter into me at an ever increasing fuck-pace. His lips sought mine and he slid his tongue into my hot, wet mouth evoking a load moan from deep within my throat. "Fuck me, Drew! Fuck me so good! Use my pussy up!" Perpendicular to me, Shasta watched the sinful fucking taking place with a wild look in her pale green eyes. The top-heavy blonde was on her hands and knees, with Mark kneeling behind her lining his cock up with her drooling pussy-crack. Reaching out with one hand, she pushed hard on Drew's pumping ass. "Fuck her! Fuck your sister! You're so fucking dirty! You're not supposed to fuck her! Kathy! You're fucking your own brother. What a nasty fucking bitch!" Harder and harder she pushed against Drew's ass trying to make him fuck me harder and faster as she babbled on maniacally. "Looks so fuckin' hot! You two are so fucking nasty! I wish I had a brother to fuck anytime I wanted! Give it to her Drew! Fuck that slut! Give her that cock!" Shasta's voice became more and more shrill as Mark finally succeeded in slotting his prick-tube in her cunt-hole and begin pounding her hot little crack from behind. "Look at 'em!" Shasta practically screamed to Mark. "They're brother and sister and they're fucking each other! Look at 'em fuck!" Mark had seen us fuck lots of time. He was more interested in ramming his stiff prick up the top-heavy blonde's creamy fuck-slot, since he never knew if he'd get a repeat opportunity. Draping his upper body on top of the squealing dancer's back, Mark reached around and grabbed a fat, swaying titty in each hand. Squeezing them firmly, he punched his swollen twat-wrecker in an out of Shasta at a rapid pace. "Ohh, fuck! Yeah!" He hissed hotly, his eyes catching mine. "I love your tits, Shas! They're so fucking big!" "Roll her over! Roll her over!" Shasta squealed to Drew as Mark pounded her blistering cock-holster with abandon. "Fuck her from behind! Do her from behind. Nail her like that! Fuck her like me!" Grinning knowingly at me, Drew pulled his cunt-slime covered boner out of my steamy cum-receptacle. Grabbing my slender legs in his hands, he abruptly flipped me over on my stomach and them pulled me up into a kneeling position. Placing a hand on the back of my neck, he pushed my head down into the carpet, forcing my ass up high into the air. Drool leaked from the corner of my mouth as Drew slotted his thick cunt-splitter at the entrance of my trembling twat. With one quick, strong thrust Drew slammed his brotherly prick-meat home, forcing me to grunt loudly as he suddenly packed my tiny cunt. "That's the way, little brother," I groaned, a teasing lilt to my voice. "Give it to me!" Holding my head down with one hand, Drew unmercifully pummeled my snug cunt-chute from behind. Back and forth he sawed his fat dick-meat, grunting and groaning with lust as he filled my hot, needy fuck-hole with throbbing sibling cock. "Fuck me hard, Drew! Fuck me hard" I wailed in bliss, reaching one quivering hand up to rub my aching little clit. "Make me cum! Please make me cum!" I was close and Drew knew it. He released his hand form the back of my neck and tugged on my long blonde hair, banging my cunt-slit with animalistic fervor. As he pulled my head back, I found myself face-to-face with a whimpering Shasta, her eyes open wide as she stared with awe upon the incestuous spectacle before her. "He's fucking me, Shas," I announced unnecessarily with a girlish pout. "My little brother is fucking my pussy so hard. He's gonna make me cum! He's gonna make me cum all over his big fucking cock! Oh Shas! He's fucking me so good!" Shasta crawled forward a foot or so, and pressed her open mouth to mine, kissing me passionately. Behind her, Mark let out a tortured groan as he watched my best friend tongue-fuck my wet mouth. "Oh Fuck! This is just too fucking.... Unhggg! Hot!" Mark's words were barley audible as he unsuccessfully fought the overpowering urge to fill the doggy-fucked dancer's womb with hot sperm. Still draped over the wiggling girl's back, his hands squeezing her plump milkers, Mark ejaculated deep inside Shasta's creamy smooth baby-hole "Agggh! Unnhnnn! Oh God!" He groaned loudly, firmly clutching the hot blonde's fat tits as her cunt muscles milked his spurting cock-tube. "Fuck! Jesus, yes! Oh fuck!" Breaking our hot kiss, Shasta looked up at my baby brother and ordered him: "Cum in her. Don't pull out! I wanna see you cum in her! You have to! That'd be so hot; you cumming in your own sister! C'mon Drew, do it! Cum in her! I promise I'll lick it out if you do!" Shasta's' wicked promise was way too much for my over-excited brother. He'd never seen me eaten out by another girl and the promise of seeing Shasta do it overwhelmed even him. Before I could rub my throbbing little clit to climax, Drew grabbed tight hold of my hips and pulled me anxiously back onto his cock. Withdrawing his prick-meat until just the head was embedded in my soggy cunt, Drew demanded, "Squeeze it! Squeeze the head, Kath! Squeeze hard!" A few weeks earlier, Drew had discovered this way of finishing in me. Withdrawing his prick until just the fat, throbbing head was in me, he'd fire his hot cum up my greedy pussy-hole as I shuddered in bliss. I could actually feel his cock jerk and spasm as he held the tip just barely inside my cunt tube and Drew claimed his whole dick flexed and bobbled as he held just the head of his squirting sperm-tube inside me bathing my insides with hot, thick cock-goop. "Ahhhhhh! Agggh! Ahhhhhh!" Drew's gasps filled the room as his ejaculating cock spit hot dick-snot in my aching cunt. "In you! Fucking cumming in you! Fuck yeah! Yeah!" My inflamed pussy willing accepted Drew's creamy donation and I shivered and shook erratically, feeling his cock buck and throb as it unavoidably filled me with molten baby-seed. "Blast her full!" Shasta encouraged. "Fill her up! Ohhhhhh, yeah! Fill that pussy up! Gimme something creamy to eat!" My head spun, I wailed in ecstasy, and before I knew it I was flat on my stomach, panting from exertion. Drew's cock had slipped out of my cum-clogged pussy-chute and a few drops of cum dripped from his cock-tip onto my back. "Mmmm! Roll over, Honey," Shasta leered wickedly at me. "Let's give these guys a show they'll never forget!" Just as I rolled over, we heard the garage door opener engage. Bolting up from his knees, Drew swiftly made his way to the window. "Fuck!" he announced in frustration and surprise, "Mom's home." Despite the boys' deep disappointment at not being able to watch Shasta eat me out, they moved quickly. Within seconds we'd grabbed all articles of our clothing from the floor and beat a hasty retreat for the back door. I knew that the smell of sex would be strong in the room, so after pulling on my shorts and T-shirt, I waited in the kitchen to meet my Mother as the other three horny fuckers escaped out the back. "Hi, Mom." I gaily said as she entered through the garage door. "I though you were working a swing?" "I was," My Mom answered going to the refrigerator and pouring herself a huge glass of white wine. "But I have a huge fucking migraine. I'm going upstairs to lie down. Wake me at 7 if I fall asleep. I expect you to make dinner tonight; so don't go out running after all the boys in the neighborhood. As a matter of fact, keep your ass inside for the rest of the day. I need you here in case your Dad calls." Ordinarily, I'd have whined and bitched back at my Mom, but I was so relived that she was going to go straight up to her bedroom without passing through the family room, that I acquiesced immediately. "Yes, Ma'am. I'll stay in and make dinner. Is Dad gonna come home tonight?" "No," Mom replied, "He's gone until tomorrow night. By the way, if my headache gets better, I'm going to go out with Melissa and Susan tonight. You don't need to tell your Dad about that, either." Drew showed up back at the house around 6:30. "Thanks a lot!" I hissed at him. "You guys all left me! Where did you go?" "Don't be mad, Sis," He smiled broadly. "Shas drove home, and Mark and I went to his house to play video games. I didn't want to be around in case Mom got suspicious. I mean if she thought you were here fucking somebody, it'd be best if I was nowhere around, right? Tell you what, after she falls asleep tonight, why don't I come into your room and let you suck my cock?" Pushing Drew away as he laughed, I did as Mom had directed and began making dinner. Just as I was finishing up, Shasta called on the phone. "Hey hot stuff," she began breathlessly. I just called Gordy. He said if you're serious to come over at one o'clock tomorrow to audition. I told him you were totally serious and that you'd definitely be there. You need a ride?" I was amazed that Shasta had worked so quickly. The next day was a Saturday and the club did not open until 6 PM on Saturdays. I guess it was time for me to put up or shut up. "No," I replied quickly. "Dad's not here so I can just take his car tomorrow. I'll be back well before Mom gets home." "Good luck, Baby!" Shasta replied as she hung up. That night, after sucking a hot, sticky load of cum from Drew's throbbing cock and then burying my face deep into my pillow to muffle my squeals as my insatiable sibling pounded the holy fuck out of my clenching asshole, I mentally prepared myself for the next day. "It's just dancing," I reminded myself, "except you take your clothes off. It's not like it's anything you haven't done before. Just relax and have fun; the money and getting to move out are what's important." I showed up at Gordon's club at five minutes after one. There were no other cars in the parking lot when I arrived, and I thought, briefly, that Gordon had either left already or had not shown up at all. Nonetheless, I walked to the door and tugged on it. I was mildly surprised when it opened, and I stood there for a moment, the bright sunlight silhouetting me from behind. "Come on in and lock the door behind you," a voice boomed out. Doing as directed, I stood still for a second acclimating myself to the soft light of the strip club. "I wasn't sure, anyone was here." I started. "I was about to go home." Chuckling, Gordon walked over to me and looked me up and down. I had worn a white frilly skirt, a red bustier covered by an unbuttoned, white blouse, and a pair of white heels. The bustier was tight and uplifting, showing off a good bit of cleavage and making my C cups look huge on my small frame. I looked sexy and I knew it. Gordon liked what he saw. "Nice outfit, Sweetie. Why don't you come have a beer with me and I'll crank up the music after a bit to see what kinda moves ya got. Don't worry if you can't dance all that well at first, I'll get one of the other gals to teach ya." 30 minutes and 3 beers later, I stood, wobbly, on a small side stage as Gordon cranked up the music system. For three songs, I pranced about the stage, shaking my ass and rolling my hips to the pounding rock and roll beat blaring from the speakers. Gordon watched from a near-by booth, unblinkingly, as bit by bit, I stripped off my sexy outfit and casually discarded the pieces on the stage floor. As I danced, alone on stage for the club owner, I became more and more aroused. My confidence grew as I studied Gordon's face; he was just as entranced by my youthful sexuality as were all the boys at school. I had a sophisticated adult man, a strip-club owner no less, already wrapped around my finger. I realized then that it was not the just the beer that was making me heady, it was the sheer power I had over the staring, lusting man. Power I had attained merely by taking my clothes off. By the time I was down to just my thong, the bass line from Jimi Hendrix's "Fire" was sending sensuous vibrations through my damp cunt. Unbidden, I carefully walked off the stage in thong and high heels and approached the seated club owner. "Shasta taught me to lap dance," I teasingly informed the leering man. "You want me to show you?" Before he could answer, I moved in close and swayed erotically to the pounding beat of Led Zeppelin's "Rock and Roll." Gordon was mesmerized. His eyes traveled from my wobbling tits, down to my cloth-covered pussy-mound, then back to my spiking nipples. His hands hung by his side, clenched loosely into fists. Trying around, I smile coquettishly over my shoulder at him as I expertly swung my pneumatic hips in circles; my tight, round teenaged ass just a foot away from his face. Bending over as Shasta had taught me, I grabbed an ankle in each hand and spread my legs slowly. Soon I was on the floor, doing a full split, rocking my ass in time to the music.