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Summer of Love

By: Alice994



Stepping out of the shower, only John's smile and twinkle in his eye remained dirty. He was so looking forward to that evening - his party, his chance to impress. He'd bought new clothes for the evening, had his hair trimmed, pampered himself more than normal when showering. John had never been a ladies man, although streetwise and handsome, he had never taken the opportunities that had presented themselves, he had not yet lost his virginity. But tonight would be different.

With their parents on holiday and the college summer holidays looming, John and his sister had organised a party at their home. There was never any fear of the party getting out of hand, at 23 John was quite mature and picked his friends carefully. Karen, younger than her brother by just 14 months, was always a little bit of a wild child, but was unlikely to ruin anything for John. Karen had too much respect for her older brother. Both had found difficulty in their younger years as their father's profession involved much upheaval, the family never really settling in one part of the country until John was 15, Karen 13. They'd remained close, sharing interests and a large circle of joint friends.

It was one of those within the large circle of friends that John had his eye on, and the feeling was mutual. One friend of Karen virtually threw herself at John everytime they met, and John had made sure she'd be at the party.

Soon the evening was upon them, the party in full swing. And then there she was, Lauren. John felt a tremor run through his body. He didn't want to appear too keen, but didn't want to waste the chance either. As John drank and chatted to other friends he went over in his mind just how he was going to make love to this beauty. But John's heart dropped as he watched Lauren flirt with other guys, he got another beer, tried to talk to her, failed, and got another beer. Then Lauren made her move.

Leading John into Karen's bedroom, Lauren seductively closed the door behind her and leaned back. John needed no more invitation and they began to kiss, and explore each others bodies, pulling off what clothing they could. Semi-clad, they jumped into the bed and kissed wildly, John began to finger Lauren, as much for his own education as her enjoyment, she showed him just where she wanted to be touched and he rubbed and fingered happily. But John wanted more, but his cock wouldn't play ball, it just wasn't hard, he tried to force it into Lauren's pussy. Lauren protested, John tried again, and Lauren told him to stop. Lauren persuaded John just to finger her, kiss her for now - John obliged, he rubbed furiously upon her, kissing her neck, her chest, feeling her tits, and pulling at his own cock to make it hard, but nothing! John and Lauren both fingered and rubbed Lauren's cunt, panting, smiling, sweating. Reaching her climax, Lauren's body buckled, she groaned, smiled and kissed John - and John just lay there limp. After both had tried and failed to spark some life into John's cock Lauren quickly got up, dressed again and left John with his thoughts. The feelings of embarrassment and guilt gave way to the exhaustion and drink induced tiredness and John drifted off to sleep. 

Becoming aware of a presence in the room John awoke. His first reaction was to be startled by the surroundings, of course it was his sister's room. Karen was the presence he had felt. She was checking that he was OK. He assured her he was fine and apologised for being in her bed. Karen told John most of the guest had left now. John asked if Lauren had said anything, Karen told him she had said he was "really cute". John told Karen what had happened, without detail. 

Karen placed a hand on her brothers shoulder and kissed his forehead sympathetically. John almost got a facefull of Karen's chest as she leaned over, then got a flash of her legs as her skirt rode up. "Oh Great" cried John in a sarcastic tone, "What?" question a puzzled Karen, "Now I get a stiffy!" John dryly stated shooting daggers at his sister, then laughed. Karen joked that she'd get Lauren back if he wanted and left John to get dressed again.

With their guests gone, the house tidied, Karen went to bed. John sat watching some night-time show on the television, running over his experience in his mind time and time again. Filling up his glass with another brandy he slumped down in the chair and looked at his watch, "Karen's room" he thought has he realised it was missing. He sipped his drink, flicked through the channels and settled for some very soft porn film - usual crap, it did nothing for him. John left his drink and headed for his room.

Going up the stairs he saw the bathroom light go on and door close , with Karen in there he'd pop in to her room and pick up his watch. As he went to open the her bedroom door he thought "why is it closed?", if Karen was in the bathroom, why was her door still closed. He went to his parents room, no-one was there, nor the spare room and no-one was downstairs, he'd checked that before going upstairs. He went into his room, Lauren lay asleep in the bed, John was confused. He was considering his options when he heard the toilet flush and bathroom door open - John braced himself for an argument with who-ever this was, then out walked Stevie, Karen's ex-boyfriend, he patted John on the shoulder and whispered "She's mine" as he walked past John towards the awakening Lauren.

John closed the door, smiled to himself about Lauren and went to tell Karen straight away. Karen appeared to be asleep, John crept over and picked up his watch and crept back to the door. Karen said "Wait". "Hold me" she pleaded as John walked back in. He closed the door and sat by his sister in the dark. Karen told John that she knew her ex was sleeping with Lauren, she began to cry and John just held her. Composing herself, Karen wiped her eyes and said Lauren was welcome to Stevie, "He was crap" she laughed "A cave-man would have had a better idea of what a woman likes". They sat back on the bed, shoulder to shoulder, "Tell me everything about you and Lauren tonight, in detail" Karen demanded, John was keen to relay it again. 

John whispered his story to his sister, Karen sat back, eyes closed and smiling as she listened, pulled her night-dress over her knees as she drew her legs into her body cradling herself. Karen yawned, John said he'd leave, but she insisted on hearing the whole story. Karen made herself comfortable, head on her pillows, lying on her side, back to John. Continuing his tale John lay beside his sister, put an arm around her, and placed a hand on Karen's stomach. Karen didn't stir. Through the night-dress John began to circle his fingers gently on her stomach, illustrating his sexual experience. He froze, realising what he was doing. As he stopped, Karen moved, took John's hand in her hand and showed him just exactly where she liked to be touched.

Karen pushed her night-dress up a little, her pussy now being massaged by her brother, his breath warm on the back of her neck, a warm hand on her shoulder, feeling his cock hard in his trousers as he pressed into her small body. Karen bucked her body against John's, she took John's hand and guided it to the crack of her pussy, and moaned as his fingers explored her moist hole. A kiss was planted on the back of her neck, his tongue flicked behind an ear. Karen gasped at the attention she was receiving, it had never been this lovingly before. John's fingers worked inside and outside Karen for several minutes before she began to pant more heavily, John's fingers increased in pace , delved deeper and finally Karen drew her legs up to her body and gently moved John's hand from her sore, wet pussy.

Karen turned to her brother, he had a broad smile on his face, she responded by mirroring the expression, tucked her hair behind her ears, sat on her knees and began to unbuckle John's belt. John eagerly slid his trousers and boxer shorts off, Karen pulled her night-dress off to reveal to her brother the small but perfectly formed breasts. Childlike, John cupped one of Karen's tits and gently played with it in fascination, circling the nipple with a fingertip time and time again. Karen watched her brothers face as she straddled him, John's eyes were drawn to his cock being taken in Karen's hand, as she lowered herself onto his cock. The cold, uneasy feeling that John was trying to suppress was drowned in the sticky heat that came over him as his cock slide up the warm, damp velvet-like hole. John grabbed Karen by the waist, Karen placed her hands on his chest. she rode him, he lay there in fascination, wanting to thrust his cock deeper and deeper but not wanting to ruin the moment for Karen. Karen lowered her upper body over John's, he grabbed her back, feeling her from the crack of her ass to the back of her neck, running his fingertips all over her, catching one of his sister's tits in his mouth and sucking on her. Moaning and panting, Karen reached back and squeezed on John's balls lightly, wriggled on him and closed her pussy muscles around his shaft. John had been desperate to come since the first second, finally he tensed his body, gripped the sheets and came inside Karen. She slumped over him as they both panted and began to kiss.

Karen pulled the covers up, right over them, she remained straddling her brother as his cock remained hard, they giggled, kissed gently and touched each other. Their hearts and pulses raced. John whispered he should go, Karen agreed, then shit! The door opened slowly on them, John grabbed a pillow to obscure his face, Karen lay right on top of him. It was Lauren "Shit! I thought you were alone -I'm off, a taxi has just arrived" and the door closed. Karen and John lay perfectly still, they heard two voices fade downstairs and the main door close. 

Grabbing her dressing gown Karen rushed to her parents room to see Lauren and Stevie climb into the taxi and leave. She rushed down to lock the door again. Upstairs, John once again checked that no-one was remaining before going down to join his sister. They looked at each other and fell about laughing. Together they headed back to Karen's bed to catch some well earned rest.

Saturday morning was almost gone by the time Karen got up. John was already up, as he ate breakfast he felt full of guilt, not regretting what he and his sister had done, but worried about Karen's reaction in the cold light of day. Eventually he heard Karen upstairs and waited for her reaction. There was nothing to fear. Karen sat beside John and drank her coffee. He raised his head and saw the beautiful young woman that his sister was. They sat facing each other, John and Karen held hands as they discussed what they'd done and what their next moves would be, both wanted to keep this illicit affair burning. Feeling comfortable with her brother, Karen was eager to experiment sexually, John on the other hand just wanted to fuck!

"First thing first" Karen said to her brother. She went to the sofa with John following. Sitting sideways facing each other Karen said "You kiss funny, you need some practise." They joked about how John kissed and then Karen placed a hand on the side of her brothers face and showed him how she kissed. John was quick to pick this up, soon Karen was letting him know this was better by kissing her brother more deeply, letting her hands roam his body as he ran his fingers through her hair. 

Karen let John ease her onto her back on the sofa and they lay kissing, touching, feeling. Karen's lips were growing numb but the rest of her body was alive. She eased her skirt up, John kept kissing his sister but took his weight off her to allow her to do this, and then she eased her tights down a little. John placed a hand on the exposed satin knickers and cupped them, Karen clenched her legs together trapping John's hand, forcing him to use his fingers on her. He didn't fail to please. Karen unbuttoned John's jeans and pushed them down, his cock was already firm inside his tight boxer shorts, she rubbed on his length before slipping it out. Karen then parted her legs sending her brother a message which he understood.

Only then did the kissing stop. John sat up and looked down on his sister's small body and pulled her knickers down gently, gathered her tights his hands too and pulled both garments down to the ankles. John touched his sisters bush again, gazing at it as if it was a picture in a magazine. Karen held out a hand, encouraging her brother to come to her, again the brother and sister lovers began to kiss and John lowered himself to Karen. With John between her legs, Karen slid one hand to his cock, one hand to her pussy and guided her brother into her. They broke their kiss as they each gasped, and John fucked and fucked and fucked his sister.

10 minutes later, order and clothes restored they went on to more becoming behaviour for brother and sister. John went off to meet friends, Karen chatted with her friends over the phone. As was quite usual, the group of friends met up in a bar in the evening, knowing smiles were exchanged between Karen and John, but soon enough the normal pattern of events was seen. The boys being boys were trying to impress the girls with their lude suggestions and innuendo's, the girls being girls, flirted but rose above their counterparts level. In front of the girls the boys said what their fantasy would be with each of the girls. At John's turn, he eyed all 4 girls including his sister, nodded and said 2 words "School uniforms" - the rest of the guys all responded eagerly and agreed "especially Karen". Closing time came, Karen and John resisted appeals from friends to have another party at their house, and made all began to make their way home.

Reaching home, John locked the house up, Karen made coffee. "You really are the most beautiful girl of all your friends" John stated as he joined his sister in the kitchen. "You really need to sober up" joked Karen, needlessly John protested he was serious. He was so turned on as he looked at his sister sipping her coffee. She sat seductively on the table, feet on chair, knees together but short skirt riding high, John was aware to was staring at Karen but could do nothing about it, Karen too became aware of John's fixation and played on the fact.

Placing her coffee aside, Karen leaned back a little on the table and moved her legs slightly apart. John stepped over beside his sister and pulled the chair away, forcing Karen to pull herself further over the table. Coffee flavoured kisses were exchanged before Karen lay herself out on the table, her legs dangled over the side, John put his hands up her skirt, tucked his fingers into his sister's tights and knickers and hauled them down and off. Karen was pulled into her brother, she wrapped her bare legs around him and watched as John dropped his trousers and boxer shorts. Karen sat up, parted her snatch and together they guided John's cock into Karen's wet hole.

Karen hung her arms around her brothers neck, he held his sisters small waist and fucked her on the table, Karen tried to thrust herself against John as the table creaked in rhythm. They kissed as the slowly screwed each other again, while doing so Karen unbuttoned her brothers shirt to feel his firm chest. John eased Karen from him and pulled her tight black top off to see those prefect little tits in her bra before removing that too. Now as he fucked his sister, kissing her, John gently fondled one of her tits.

But John wanted it all, he wanted to watch his cock slide up his sister's cunt - he pushed Karen back on the table, in the stretched out position Karen's little tits almost disappeared, he studied her face, panting, sucking on a finger, rubbing her clit. John found the sight of Karen like this, with only her skirt crumpled around her waist, highly erotic. He held his sister by the legs and watched as he fucked her faster, delighting in the view of his cock pushing into Karen. The panting, the groaning, the creaking of the table reached a climax along with John as he sunk into the chair to his side. 

Karen lay panting, motionless, legs dangling, skirt crumpled. She turned to face John and smiled. "Family meals will never be the same again" she laughed as she slid off the table, fixed her skirt and pulled her top back on.

They headed off to bed together, cuddling each other as they went over the past 24 hours. John decided to get philosophical and question the rights or wrongs of what they done. Karen cursed her brother and told him now wasn't the time for those thoughts and they'd talk tomorrow. 

John joked that he wondered what tomorrow will bring, Karen switched out the bedside light, turned her face in the dark to her brother and whispered two words: "School Uniform."

Summer of Love



The summer of 1988 brought about a few changes to my life, the first was I had broken up with my girlfriend of three years. We dated through high school, explored our sexuality together and eventually out grew each other. The next week, I pissed my mother off by taking a year off instead of going to college as was originally planned. I was going to work construction for the summer and fall, take unemployment in the winter, work construction next summer and then go on to college.

I think what pissed her off the most was the fact that I was now going to spend my free nights drinking and partying as often as I could with my friends before most of them leave for their various schools. She was right, night after night we would get together on some old back road and drink cheap beer, if we were lucky someone scored some decent weed.

One hot Friday night in the middle of July something happened to change my life again, all of my friends' either had dates or were busy for our usual activities. So I found a guy of age to buy me a case of beer and he also had a few joints I could score off of him as well. I took my beer and pot home, it would not be a problem due to the fact my parents were gone for the weekend.

When I got home, I plopped down on the couch, pulled a cold beer from the cardboard case and chugged it down. Then I got another one out and picked up the remote to look for something to watch on television. So I put some music on the stereo, just loud enough not to disturb the neighbors and went out onto the porch with my case of beer.

To my surprise after about twelve beers and one joint I see a figure walking down the street, as the figure passes under the streetlight I could see it was Debbie Taylor my mother's best friend. She was also one of my favorite masturbation fantasies growing up and here she was around midnight walking around. She was walking down the sidewalk now adjacently to our house, she was right by our porch now as she continued her walk. I decided to take a risk, she had always seemed to be very cool whenever she was around.

"Hey Debbie!" I said loudly.

"Oh shit Bobby, you scared me half to death." She exclaimed grabbing her heaving chest and jumping back a couple of feet.

"Taking a late night walk, it's almost midnight?" I asked her.

"Couldn't sleep good, too hot in the bedroom so I decided to take a walk in the cool night air to cool off.?" She replied coming closer to the porch. "Are they cold?"

"Oh the beer, they are still cool enough to be refreshing, you aren't going to say anything to my mom and dad are you?" I asked coyly when I reached in to hand her one.

"Only if you don't say anything to my husband." She laughed taking the beer and coming up onto the porch and sitting in my mom's porch swing.

Debbie looked very hot and I'm talking about how hot the weather made her feel, she only had on a white wife beater shirt on and no bra, her thirty six-c breasts were pushing against the material, her nipples were bulging out as well. I pair of tight cut off shorts and a pair of leather sandals was all she had on. Her long blonde hair was matted with sweat and sticking to her face as she popped open her can of beer and began to drink it down.

We sat for over an hour making small talk and finally drinking the rest of my beer, but I let her have most of the remaining beer in hopes of giving her a buzz. I had moved over to sit with her on the porch swing, as she was getting ready to leave I made a suggestion.

"Hey you want to smoke a little weed before you go?" I boldly asked.

"You have some weed. Cool let's toke up then." She said as I pulled the joints from my pocket.

I handed one to her and then lit it for her when she put it in between her lips, she took a long drag off of it and then began to cough. I took a hit off of it and waited for her to calm down, then she took it back from me to take another hit. This time she did not have a coughing fit as we both passed the first joint back en forth until it was gone.

"Wow this is some good shit." She laughed as I lit another joint.

"Let's shotgun this one, ever does that?" I said to take a small hit.

"Oh my god not since high school." She giggled. "Sure why not no one is around."

So I took a real long deep drag off of the joint and leaned in close to her, I put one arm around her neck and placed my mouth on top of hers. Then I could feel her part her lips and I blew the smoke into her mouth, as the smoke left my lungs to hers I tempted fate and slid my tongue into her mouth. I put my hand up to the back of her head and held it there as I kissed her, she returned my kiss with a soft moan.

"Mmmmm you are some kisser for a kid." She said to break the embrace.

"You really think I'm a kid still?" I laughed.

"No, you are not a kid anymore." She giggled as began to run my other hand up her smooth thigh.

"God, Debbie you make so hot, you are so beautiful." I said to her kissing her neck.

"Bobbies, you are making this so hard for me, pot makes' me so fucking horny and god you don't think I'm not tempted by a nice looking young man like yourself." She explained. "But one I'm married and two your mother is my best friend."

"All right let's make a deal, if you and I make outside here for let's say another hour, I will let you go home and we forget tonight ever happened." I said to her as I looked deeply into her glassy green eyes.

"Jesus, okay set the alarm on your little watch there and we'll get this over with, but so help me Bobby if you mutter a word of this and I will so have you in so much shit with your mother." She said firmly.

So she watched me set the alarm on my watch, we would be done with our little make out the session at two a.m. Then she would be free to go home and go back to bed with her husband, when I finished setting the alarm I took her back in my arms and we resumed kissing.

The kissing was very slow at first, but as we kept going our passion began to build up, soon our kissing was becoming very wet and sloppy. My hands began to wander at first she stopped my advances but after a while my hands were free to roam her sexy body. My hand went up the front of the tight shirt she was wearing and began to fondle her firm tits, I loved toying with her nipples and having her moan into my mouth as I did so.

Then I slid my hand down her stomach, I rubbed her crotch through her shorts, she humped her pelvis up and down against my hand as I did. Then I got them unbuttoned and slid my hand inside of them to rub her pussy, it was very wet. I slid off of the porch swing and got down on my knees, she did not protest when I slid her shorts and panties off. Then I spread her legs and dove my head in between her legs, I quickly went to work licking her wet pussy, then I found her hard clit. She moaned when I sucked on it hard then flicked it wildly with my tongue, Debbie's pussy tasted so really musky I could not get enough as she humped against my face cumming.

"Debbie tell me if this cock belongs to a little boy." I said standing up and pulling my hard manhood out of my gym shorts. I was blessed with a cock that was seven inches long and thick as her wrist.

"Oh no, you are definitely a man." She said leaning forward.

"Suck it, come on suck me." I groaned taking her by the back of the head and pulling her toward my hard cock.

I vigorously pumped my cock in and out of her mouth, I could hear slurping on it loudly and gagging a few times. Yet she made no effort to stop me from face fucking her, we continued this until I stopped her short of me cumming in her mouth.

I reached down and took a hold of the sweat soaked shirt she was wearing, I tore it apart exposing her tits. They looked beautiful in the light provided by the streetlight, then I pulled her up and swept her off of her feet. I carried her into the house and took her into the living room. I set her back down on her feet and roughly pushed her over the arm of the couch. She had both hands holding onto the cushions as I eased my cock into her wet cunt.

Then I started to fuck away at her, our grunts and groans could now be heard over top of the forgotten stereo playing in the background. Soon I was pumping my hot young thick cum into her cunt as she moaned that she too was cumming.

"I better get going." She said "I'm going to borrow a shirt of your mothers I'll bring it back later."

I sat on the couch naked, she came back downstairs naked from the waist down, she said see yah and went out on the porch. She put on her shorts and her panties and left for home, the next day I planned on seeing her again.

The next day I awoke around noon, I took a quick shower and then watched Debbie's house as I knew her husband was going to take their kids to a little league game that day. I watched as he loaded the kids into the van and they drove off, as soon as they were out of sight I walked over to her house. 

I rang the doorbell and she came to the screen door, I could tell she was not expecting anyone and especially me. She was wearing a short silk robe, her hair still wet from the shower she had just taken.

"Hey Deb mind if I come in." I said cheerfully letting myself in.

"Bobby last night was a mistake and I want you to leave." She said to cross her arms over her chest.

"Debbie you don't want me to leave, I think we have some time for another good fuck session while your husband and kids are gone." I said to take her by the hips and running my hands under her robe to her bare ass.

"When did you become such a bastard Bobby?" She said loudly.

"When I got to have sex with you and fulfilled a life long dream." I replied. "Now I'm going to keep living the dream or at least this weekend."

I slid my hands up her sides and picked her up, I set her down on her kitchen table and pulled her robe open to reveal her nakedness under it. She leaned back on the palms of her hands and I feasted on her tits, sucking tenderly on both of them. Then I kissed down her stomach, I loved eating her pussy, so began to give her pleasure with my mouth 

She finally came all over my face, so I stood up and pulled my rigid cock out and fucked her where her husband and kids had their meals. Soon enough I was shooting my load into her pussy and had to be satisfied with just this for today.

There would be no Sunday however, she decided to leave to visit he mothers and then my parents came home. It's back to work on Monday, I never did find the time to have sex with Debbie again, but I will never forget the couple of times I did. 



Summer of Love



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Part One

*

It was 1969, and I was just then 19, out of high school and free for a summer, before having to face college. And what a summer it was. The summer of love. Crosby, Stills, and Nash filled the space in my room with songs of love, and hopes of peace. The walls covered with the likes of The Beatles, The Who, and Led Zeppelin.

It was about four O'clock on a Friday afternoon, and I was packing my bag to go on a long road trip with three other of my closest friends; Jonny, Nate, and Ryan. We were going to make our way from LA, California to Woodstock, New York! We had all missed the White Isle gig, and weren't about to repeat the offence with Woodstock. Right as I was putting the rest of my things that I would need in my bag, there was a knock on my window. That would be Jonny, he hadn't used the front door in about eight years.

"Hey, Jonny, it's open."

"Hey babe. Ready to go?"

"Just about..."

He placed his hands around my waist, pulling me close to him, kissing my exposed neck.

"You smell so good... I wish I could have you right now, before we left." He softly whispered in my ear.

"Jonathan Daniel! You know I'm dating Nate. And what would he say if he walked in on you while you were doing and saying such things?"

"He could join in, if he really wanted."

"You know he'd never do that."

Jonny let his hands fall from me, and laid on the bed, propped up by his elbows, hands behind his head. Raising his shirt just enough to get a tiny glimpse of his washboard abs.

"What do you see in that guy? He's tall, he's all skin and bone, and he wears glasses."

"Well, lets see, aside from his amazing intellect, there's his far-out sense of humor, the fact that he respects me, and loves me. And let's not forget his enormous..."

"Alright, I get the picture! He's a great, well rounded guy."

"You're right, he is. And he'd also offer to carry my bag for me."

"Lucky for me, I'm not him!" Jonny said with a sly smile.

"Jerk!" I said as I shoved him in the arm.

"Ready?"

"As ever." And with that, we were off, down the ladder that led into my back yard. 

I was the last one to get picked up, so Ryan and Nate were already in Ryan's Van. When he saw me rounding the corner of my house, Nate jumped out of the vehicle, and came running towards me.

"Hey darling, let me get that from you." Nate said as he kissed my passionately.

"Oh, god, please don't tell me that you two will be doing that the whole way there!"

"Only if you're lucky." I said as I poked Jonny in the ribs.

Nate put my things in the back of the Van, and helped me in. And we began our five day trip across the United States.

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Part Two

**

It seemed we drove none-stop until we got there. The boys taking shifts driving. Nate taking the shifts opposite the ones where he knew I'd be sleeping. And at night, he held me close to him. And in the back of the Van, he'd let his hands roam the length of my body. Cooing to me.

"You are so beautiful Sarah. You are my moon, my stars, my goddess. And I wonder why you chose me."

I brought his head close to mine, and lifted my lips to his, letting my tongue explore the inside of his mouth. And pulling away, I'd say; "I love you Nathaniel Adams."

"I love you too Sarah. I never want to let you go."

And we'd fall asleep together, intertwined in each others arms and legs. And all through the night I would breath in his musky smell.

"Hey, you two wake up!" Ryan said as he shock our legs. "We're here."

Nate lifted his head, and looked out the windows to see rows of parked cars along the road, with fellow hippies walking in and out of the vehicles, carrying bags, coolers, and babies.

We opened the back of the Van, and took a minute to stretch, before we grabbed our own bags, blankets, and tent that Ryan's father was nice enough to lend to us for the week.

"Wow! I can't believe we're actually here! Far-out! It's gonna be so groovy!"

"Yeah, man! Yeah."

We made our way up the road, following the heard of those before us, until we reached the gates. I retrieved our tickets, and we were admitted inside the fences. There were tents and people camped out on blankets every where. And the music from the stage seemed to fill the world.

"Well, where should we camp?" Ryan asked

"As close to the stage as possible!" Jonny said, as he continued to make his way through the crowd.

"I agree! To be up-close and personal to Joni Mitchell! Far-out!!" As I hurried to keep up with our fearsome leader.

We eventually made our way up to as close to the stage as we could get, and it began to rain. Yet no one seemed to care. We were all just happy to be apart of history.

It was our second night there, that the acid hit us. And by that I mean, made it's way to us at all. And we were all heavy into our own trips within minutes... Just listening to the music, feeling the good vibe... Becoming one with the world around us. Believing that we could do anything, that we could change the world...

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Part Three

***

Nate dropped to his knees in tribute to Jimmy Hendrix, playing air-guitar, waving his arms like a mad man, screaming poetry, and words of love for everyone. Ryan was sitting down, legs crossed, just staring contently at the nothingness in front of him. Jonny was staring at the stage with an evil look in his eyes, fist clenched tightly, grinding his teeth. I was dancing wildly around them all, in my long skirt, and bra, barefoot in the mud. My hair in braids down the side of my face, with flowers in it, and paint on my face.

When Jonny suddenly turned to me, and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me close.

"Now."

"Now what man?" I said through gasps for air.

"Now. It's now. And it will never be now again."

"Wow, man, like far-out..." I began to jump up and down screaming "IT'S NOW!! IT'S NOW!!" When Jonny pushed me back into the tent that we were all sharing. He pushed me down on my back, and fell on top of me. Kissing me deeply, shoving his tongue in my mouth, stealing my breath. He un-fastened my bra, and removed it with pro-like efficiency. Next to go was my skirt. Which was only on me by a knock at the side. This left me in my panties. He roughly squeezed my breasts, and licked and bite my neck. Trailing kisses all the way down to my stomach. When he slid my panties off of me, and licking down my abdomen, to my inner thighs. He put one leg on either side of his head, and while bent over me, explored my dripping vagina with his mouth. Licking my folds, kissing my lips, and nibbling softly on my pinker parts. And what he could not get with his tongue, he reached with his fingers. Jamming them deep inside of me. All the while the sensations vibrating through my entire body like the music through the air. My orgasim washed over me like the tide to a beach. Over and over, each one bigger than the one before. And I screamed.

"Oh God! Jonny!! Jonny... Jonny... Jonny...."

After what seemed like hours of him face down between my legs, he brought his head back up the length of my body, stopping to kiss every inch of me. Until he was fully on top of me again, mouth to mine, arms around me, holding me tight. I could feel his own excitement and eagerness through his Levi Jeans.

"You smell so good... I wish I could have you right now." He softly whispered in my ear.

"I want you too." I whispered back.

He undid his button, and kneeled back to remove his pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear. Jonny was a lot bigger than I had thought he could be. I knew he would hurt me. But I wanted him so badly. I wanted to taste him. So I got up on my knees and kissed the tip of his penis. Then I licked up and down the full shaft of it, all around it. He sucked in air, and placed a hand on the back of my head, lightly stroking my hair.

"Yes baby... Yes... Oh God fuck..." And with that I took all of him in my mouth. I pushed it in deep, and added pressure with my mouth around him. And with my mouth and hand, I worked it up and down, going faster and faster. Until I felt him clench up, and grab a fistful of my hair. "Fuck... Baby... Yes... Fuck... I'm gonna cum..."

I felt the hot salty liquid hit the back of my throat and tongue. And then slide down my throat coating it in his taste. I continued to work him up and down swallowing when I had to until he stopped jerking.

"Lay on your back." He said when the words came to him. And I did.

Yet again he climbed on top of me, leg between mine, with his left hand he supported his weight, while with his right, he glided himself inside of me, inch by inch. Till there was no more to be put in. And slowly at first he moved in and out, and gradually he picked up speed. It became rough, and hard, and fast. I moaned loudly, and called out his name as I wrapped my arms tightly around his chest. Burring my face in his shoulder, teeth clenched calling for God as I came over and over with each powerful slam. I lifted my legs to be level with his stomach, so he could go deeper, and farther back.

And that made him moan. "Oh Sarah... Oh Sarah... I've ached for you for years... I want you... I never want to leave you now... Oh Sarah..."

I let my legs drop, and pushed him off, and out of me, and before he could change that, I was on my knees facing away from him. He got the idea quick, because within seconds he was back inside of me. His hands on my waist, pulling me close to him violently, and pulling me away just as sharply... Each time it felt that he was going deeper and deeper... My vagina was aching from his size, and power. But I didn't want him to stop. I never wanted him to stop.

He dragged his nails across my back, and with each stroke I arched my back and moaned for him to do it again. He reached around and massaged my breasts. And in a glorious moment after what seemed like hours of us being one, he filled me once more with his cum. And falling down exhausted, he bent down and kissed my lips, that were dripping with the taste of him. Then silently fell to my side, placing his arms around me, holding me tightly. Kissing, licking, and nibbling my neck, playing softly with my erect nipples. He leaned up and kissed me gently on the mouth.

"I love you Sarah."



Summer Of Love



Summer Of Love (sequel to In Camera and The Sins Of The Father)

My name is Helen. I'm 21, bisexual and blonde - at the moment – but I'm studying economics at Harvard so please don't assume I'm dumb. I'm 5' 6" in my bare feet, slim and pretty, or so every guy I date tells me. And, since I earned nearly sixty grand last year working evenings as an escort – basically an expensive whore – I believe them. You've gotta believe a guy whose paying five hundred a night to fuck you, haven't you?

Apart from pay dates, I have two regular lovers: My college roommate, B and my Daddy.

Yes, my Daddy. I've been fucking in the family for a year now and the cock that put me into Mom is definitely my favourite cock in all the world. How that all began is a long story: suffice to say that Daddy and I have a really trusting relationship – I tell him about everything I do and everyone I fuck – and my only regret is that we didn't start sooner. I lost my virginity on Prom night and now I wish it had been Daddy who plucked my oh-so-ripe cherry that night.

I'm having a summer break from whoring as well as from college. This summer is just for Daddy and me. So far it's been a blast.

* * * * *

"Put something on, Darling. Your father will be home soon." Mom was unpacking groceries when I came in from the garden for some lemonade. I'd spent the afternoon working on my all over tan.

"Oops. Sorry Mom. I forgot." When I went back out I put my bikini back on. It didn't cover a whole lot of me anyway. 

Mom came out a few minutes later in her own swimsuit. "Mind if I join you?" She laid out a second towel and stretched out.

"How was work?" I propped myself up to look at Mom. She's where I get my figure from and she's kept hers in great shape. I was looking for another reason too, but more of that later.

"Work was... work. We're not as busy as I'd like, so it's a bit tedious, but it does mean I get to see more of you, Darling."

"Until I start work for Daddy, next week."

"Did I hear my name?" Daddy arrived, looking very handsome in his dark suit. "So this is why my dinner's not ready."

"Men!" Mom sounded exasperated.

"Daddy, why don't you lose the suit and join us?"

"Sorry Sweetheart, no can do. I've got work to finish." He went in through the back door leaving us girls sunning ourselves.

"It's getting cooler. I'm going to start the dinner." Mom got up. 

"I'll sort the towels out." I decided it was time to go indoors too. 

While Mom was upstairs changing, I put the towels in the laundry room and slipped into Daddy's study.

"Hello Sweetheart." Daddy actually was working. I was surprised. "Nice bikini."

"Mom made me put it on." I pouted. "I was naked. See..." I pulled my bra cups aside to free my tits. "No tan lines."

"Very nice." Daddy looked at my breasts with undisguised admiration.

"None down here either?" He pulled me closer and yanked my thong down to mid-thigh.

"Just fresh, sun-ripened pussy. You were amazing last night. I had three orgasms watching you and Mom." I've hidden a tiny video camera in their room because I wanted to see Daddy fucking Mom. That's why I was taking such an interest in her figure in the garden: Mom's really sexy.

"And she only had two." He was stroking my labia now.

"You know what I'd really like?" I straightened my bikini top.

"What?"

"To know what Mom tastes like."

"You're crazy." Her shook his head. "Better get decent." He took his hand away, kissing his fingertips. While I pulled up my thong, there were footsteps on the stairs. We heard Mom go into the kitchen.

"I'm going for a shower." I said, hoping he'd take the hint. Sex with Mom in the house was a high risk, extreme sport that we both enjoyed.

* * * * *

Parry watched his daughter's bottom as she sashayed to the door. He'd been sat in this very same chair, looking at pretty much the same view a year ago and what was true then was true now. Helen's ass really was a thing of beauty. He quickly finished the email he'd been writing, sent it and turned off the monitor.

Meg was washing salad when he crept up behind her and, resting his hands low on her hips, nuzzled her neck. "I don't know where we went wrong with that girl of ours. She's so introverted, so... unsure of herself."

"The new bikini?" Meg asked. "I had to remind her to put that on."

"Really?" Parry feigned ignorance.

"Really. Are you going to change before dinner?"

"Right now." Parry smooched her neck again before heading for the stairs.

He hung up his suit, threw his shirt and his underwear in the laundry basket, picked up a polo shirt, some slacks and clean shorts then snuck along the corridor to Helen's room. 

"I've been waiting for you for ages." It had been about a minute actually. I only got out of the shower when I heard him come upstairs. "How long have we got?"

"About five minutes." Daddy's bundled up clothes hit the bed and his erection bobbed as he closed the gap between us. 

"You'd better find time to fuck me properly later then." I took his cock into my mouth and started to work it with my tongue, cradling his balls in one hand and pumping the base of his shaft with the other. 

"Baby girl. I was just thinking... It's our anniversary in a couple of days... Oh God, that feels good... and we should do something to mark... the occasion... Ooh... That's it Baby... oh..."

My finger up his ass always makes him go off like a bottle rocket. Normally, I take it easy, building up to his climax when giving him head, but right now we didn't have the time to do it the old fashioned way.

So he got the trigger finger and I got a mouthful of Daddy's jism which being a polite girl I swallowed. A little licking got the last few drops before he started to soften. "You were saying?" I asked as I wiped my finger and Daddy's cock.

"Our anniversary?"

"That's not until the end of the summer. It was after I quit being a web-cam girl and started whoring." I only use words like whore and cunt because people think they're negative. B, my girlfriend, says its like black people calling themselves niggers or homosexuals saying they're queer. If you take back the words, they lose their power to hurt you. Did I mention I worked on web-cams, doing live nude shows, before I started renting out my cunt? No? Well now you know.

"Yes... but Wednesday is the anniversary of me discovering you on the Internet."

"Oh. Papa's anniversary." Daddy had been jerking off to me for ages before I found out. His nickname had been Papasgotabrandnewbag.

"Exactly." Daddy was dressed now, sitting beside me and fondling a tit as we talked.

"Ok. There's a web-cam on my notebook. I'll put on a show for you in here and you can jerk off to it in your study. Just like old times." I wasn't serious. I wouldn't waste Daddy's special sauce like that. "Just kidding. I'll think of something. Trust me Daddy. Now get out of here before Mom comes a-calling." I buzzed him and sent him back downstairs.

There's a lot to be said for blowjobs. They're quick, not at all messy, provided you swallow, and they don't leave the room smelling like someone's been having sex in it: All desirable things if your purpose is to see how close to his wife you can get a guy off without getting caught. Being on a different floor of the building was easy. Being in the next room was likely to be thrillingly risky, but risk engenders excitement and excitement makes men come quickly so that could work in our favour. Being in the same room as Mom was the ultimate challenge. I was still working on how to do that.

I picked out a short but not micro skirt and a pink camisole then went to see what was for dinner.

* * * * *

Parry gave up counting after twenty flashes of Helen's smooth pussy. Every time Meg turned away, up went the little skirt. He was glad of his tight underwear and glad to be sitting down. All through dinner, Helen's toes had been massaging his crotch under the table. Now, in the family room, Helen was keeping him aroused at a greater distance. 

When Helen popped upstairs to the bathroom, Parry relaxed enough to feel safe standing up and went into the kitchen for another beer.

"Would you like anything?" he asked Meg as he passed behind her.

"No thank you, dear."

He'd just sat back down when Helen returned with half a bag of candy. "Fancy a sherbet lemon, Mom?" She leant over the back of the sofa and proffered the bag to Meg.

"Why not? You know, I haven't had one of these in years." Meg took one.

"Daddy?" Helen asked, straightening up and, out of view of her mother, reaching under her skirt. Her hand returned holding a yellow lozenge. She winked at Parry.

"Sure. Thanks." He caught the candy as it arced across the room to him. It was sticky. When he popped it in his mouth he was unsurprised that it tasted of pussy. Three sucks later it only tasted of lemon.

* * * * *

The telephone saved us from a night of frustration. It rang in the hall and I was nearest to the door. "I'll get it... Mom! It's for you!" I called out.

"Who is it?" Mom asked as she joined me at the foot of the stairs.

"Maisie. She sounds really upset." I brought her up to speed before giving her the handset and going back to Daddy. 

I lifted my skirt as soon as I was out of her sight. I twirled around in front of Daddy then bent from the waist, straight legged, to show him my ass.

"How long has that been there?" He was referring to the acrylic butt plug. I hadn't had anal sex in four days, since getting home from college, and with our windows of opportunity being very small, I was using the plug to save wasting time on foreplay.

"Since I went to the bathroom." I pulled out the smooth plastic, letting my asshole wink at him, sucked it once like a cock and pushed it back in. Men really seem to like that ATM stuff and Daddy's no exception. He's eaten a Hershey bar out of my ass – real chocolate, not a euphemism. I straightened up and sat down to watch TV again. It may not have been sex, but sucking that plug while Mom was only an open door away was risky enough to make me tingle. 

Daddy's taken to doing crossword puzzles as an excuse to keep a magazine on his lap most of the evening. I could see how much he needed that coverage right now. I've just got to get that in my ass tonight.

"I have to go out." Mom reappeared suddenly. Five seconds earlier and she'd have learned all she needs to know about butt plugs. "Maisie's had another fight with Jack. He's left her again." 

"He'll be at the usual motel. Want I should go and talk to him?" Daddy offered. Maisie and Jack split up about twice a year. There was an established protocol for dealing with it.

"Not tonight, dear. That's your third beer. You know I don't like you to drive after too much of it. Let Jack cool off for a night. You can go see him tomorrow."

"Ok Honey. Is Maisie very upset?

"Yes. It sounds like a bad one."

"Well let me know if you decide to stay over." 

"Sure, dear." Mom bent over Daddy's chair to buzz him, buzzed my cheek as she passed and was gone. 

The click of the front door was like a starting pistol. My skirt was off before we even heard the SUV's engine. By the time it's rumble faded into the distance, I was wearing a smile at one end and a clear plastic plug at the other and was advancing on Daddy, intent on not letting him finish that crossword puzzle.

I did gymnastics and ballet when I was little so I'm flexible and have great balance. I touched my palms to the floor right in front of Daddy and swung first one leg then the other up into a handstand, held the position, body and legs perfectly straight, for a second or two then spread my legs into full splits, ankle, pussy and other ankle in a straight line.

"Pull it out, Daddy." I couldn't hold this pose long. He pulled on the disc as I pushed, popping the plug out of my ass. "Lick me." I was starting to wobble but my anus must be really dilated in this position.

Daddy stuck his tongue right in my ass, easy for him, still sitting down. "Tastes... fruity." He mused as I toppled away from him, quickly closing my legs to avoid crashing out completely.

"Watermelon flavoured lube."

"Really?" He looked at the plug he was holding, shrugged and stuck it in his mouth like a Popsicle. "Mmm. Tastes good." 

"C'mon." I pulled on Daddy's hand. "I fancy a watermelon flavoured cocksicle." 

Daddy followed me up the stairs. I'll bet you anything that he was looking at my ass the whole way up. Not just because he's ass fixated, which he is, or because I'm callipygian, which I am, but because following a naked bottom up stairs is quite probably the all time best viewing angle. Try it sometime.

Of course the view of a girl on all fours, lubed and ready for it, has much to recommend it. It certainly held Daddy's interest as he stumbled out of his clothes. He slapped my ass hard as he got on his knees behind me.

"Do you want to spank me first?" Only Daddy gets to spank my bottom. It hurts, if he does it properly, but even when it makes me cry, my pussy gets really wet. "I have been a naughty girl."

"After." Daddy slapped my other cheek just as hard before pressing his cock into me. I've had bigger cocks up my ass but Daddy's is just right for me: Stretching me enough to feel full but not so much I have to build up to it with fingers first. He settled into a hectic pace, driving hard, fast and deep. 

A dozen strokes with his balls slapping into my labia then he pulled out. "Suck me." He dragged me round and thrust his slick erection into my mouth, pushing forward just shy of the gagging point. I sucked hungrily at his fruity cock for a few seconds before he pulled it out again and turned me back around to plunge back into my ass.

Three times he went through the same routine before he decided to stay in my ass for the duration. Then he really got up a head of steam, fucking me so hard we nearly bounced right off the bed. Daddy hadn't been this rough with me for ages and I wondered what had made him this... masterful. I was climaxing steadily with a little help from my fingers, lashing my clit, when he heaved back on my hips, crushing his pelvis against me and flooding my rectum as he growled and groaned in ecstatic release.

Daddy slumped against me, exhausted, pinning me to the bed. His weight, pressing down on my back was pleasant and I always like feeling him soften inside me, whichever hole he's using. My fingers were still massaging my clit too, so I was quite happy to lie there while he caught his second wind. 

"That was intense." I said, when he rolled off me, onto his back.

"That's all I could think about when I was fucking Meg last night. Every time I see her ass, I think 'What a waste.'"

"It's a good thing you have a slutty daughter then, isn't it?" I moved closer to suck his limp, sticky, cock clean. "I'd like to do this after you've fucked Mom." God, yes! Licking Mom's cum off Daddy's cock! 

"We'll see." Daddy was non-committal but I knew he'd get a kick out of it too. He'd do it if he got the chance. He was swelling as I finished licking around his foreskin.

"Are you going to spank me, Daddy?" I put on my little girl voice. "It's naughty to let boys push things up my bottom, isn't it?"

"Its very naughty. Mommy would be very cross with you if she found out."

"Oh please Daddy! Don't tell Mommy. I'll do anything you say. I promise." The role-playing has evolved over the half dozen or so times we've played this game.

"Anything?" Daddy sat up on the edge of the bed and patted his knee.

"Anything, Daddy." I bent over his lap, waiting for his palm to fall. "Ow!" I didn't have long to wait. Like his fucking, his hand landed hard and fast. My ass was soon stinging all over. I arched my back and one of his slaps landed right on my pussy making me yelp. Tears were welling up in my eyes already but I could feel Daddy's cock, hot and hard, pressing against my belly. I knew he'd stop smacking me soon so he could fuck me.

Downstairs, the phone rang. Daddy stopped smacking and helped me onto the bed. I curled up in the foetal position, weeping softly. It had been a much harder spanking than before. 

"I'd better get that. It might be your Mom." He stood, erection bobbing in front of him, and went to answer the phone. When he returned, I was still sobbing, but my hand had crept between my thighs and was moving slowly.

"Was it Mom?" I asked, sniffling.

"Yes. She's staying over. Maisie's in pieces." He sat on the bed and cradled my head. "I'm sorry, Sweetheart. Did I hurt you too much? You didn't tell me to stop."

"I didn't want you to stop. I love you Daddy. You're the only man I'll ever let hurt me." The pain had gone now, only the tingling heat remained. I was really sensitive and really really wet. "I want you Daddy. Now." I rolled onto my back, wincing as my sensitive, tingly bottom pressed onto the bedspread. My legs parted, knees bent, revealing the glistening moisture on my pussy lips. "Please, Daddy."

He needed no more encouragement to mount me. The missionary position may seem boring, but try it with a freshly spanked bottom. Daddy was still masterful, but less aggressively so, and I was lively because of my tender flesh. I writhed under him and orgasm followed orgasm followed orgasm until Daddy tensed and came with me, sharing my third climax.

We settled into a cuddle and Daddy held me close for the longest time. Finally he whispered, "I love you." and kissed my neck.

"Turn out the lights, please... and stay with me tonight."

Daddy got up long enough for us to get into bed properly and held me tight until 

I fell asleep. 

I woke up to go to the toilet at about 4AM and discovered my period was just starting. That would put a stop to some of our games for a few days. I put on a towel and some panties before I went back to bed. 

In the morning I stuffed my cum-stained sheets into the washing machine. The time of the month turned out to be a good cover story for why I was washing them.

* * * * *

The rest of that first week was quiet. Daddy did get a proper blowjob every day, usually in his study while he watched videos of me getting fucked every which way by a cast of thousands. Ok, not thousands – maybe that's a slight exaggeration, but lots of men. Daddy gets so turned on when he sees me 'working' that I'm going to start sending him videos of all my dates when I go back to college. Anyway, after four days of that he's pretty much up to speed on just how many different ways men can amuse themselves with his little girl's ass hole. Not that they ignore my pussy, but you don't go to an expensive restaurant and order the same pot roast your wife does for you every Sunday. Besides, I picked the kinkiest, dirtiest videos on purpose.

On Papa's anniversary, Daddy learned all about tromboning because I licked his ass while I pumped his cock and he watched that nice Mr Deerborne getting rimmed and rubbed. 

On Sunday while Daddy was playing golf and Mom was sorting out her closet or something, I decided I needed a shave. That was when I found I was all out of razors.

"Mom, do you have a spare – oh!" I didn't think to knock. Mom was on the bed, naked, with the Rampant Rabbit that Daddy had bought her.

"I, err..." She pulled a sheet over herself as she sat up, seriously flustered and blushing to her nipples.

"I wanted a razor." I said. I didn't leave, didn't apologize for not knocking and most especially didn't look shocked. That's because catching Mom playing with herself was no accident. I have a spy camera in there. Remember? If Mom had really been sorting out her closet, I wouldn't have bothered taking my shorts and top off before going to see her. 

"I..." Mom really was lost for words. Understandable really.

"Mom, it's ok." I went over and sat beside her. The vibrator was still buzzing so there was no point in her denying anything. "It's perfectly natural. I've got a vanity case full of fantastic plastic. You're still buzzing." I gently reminded her where the background noise was coming from.




Summer Of Love



"Oh." She groped under the sheet and it went quiet. 

She left the rabbit under there, but I had other plans. I reached under the sheet for it. "Ooh. Posh..." I held it up in front of us both and turned it this way and that like Darth Vader's light sabre. "Does Daddy know about this?"

"He bought it for me." Mom was still looking like the other sort of rabbit, stunned by headlights. But she was relaxing after the initial shock of exposure. The sheet covered her lap but was no longer clutched to her bosom.

I burst out laughing. I couldn't have kept a straight face for money. "C'mon Mom! Did you ever expect this conversation, this way round?"

Mom laughed too. "No. And not after prom night."

"It is a little late for the birds and bees stuff but you never caught me masturbating because I only did it when I could hear you and Daddy going at it in here."

"You used to listen to us?" Mom looked shocked all over again.

"Oh yes. If I lay really quiet, I could hear you coming. That always got my hand in my pyjamas. I didn't have one of these back then though." I decided to change tack. "Does Daddy use this on you too?" Ok, so it was a leading question because I saw him do it last weekend.

"Yes." Mom owned up. She was probably wondering if she had any secrets left.

"It's much better when someone else is in control, isn't it?" Yes Mom, and right now that someone is me. Time to find out if Mom is ever going to be seducible.

"Sometimes. But..."

"But sometimes Daddy thinks its just foreplay and stops just a little bit too soon for your liking? Don't look so shocked, Mom. All guys do it and I told you I have a case full of these things." I waved the rabbit again, reminding her I was still holding the flagrant, fragrant evidence. God! I so wanted to suck it right there and then but that would have freaked Mom out completely. "The double ended one's my favourite." Yes Mom, the sort two girls use at the same time. Think, Mom. Make that connection.

"Double ended? You mean you...?" 

Yes! "Yes. With my roomie, B." At last! Mom, I'm a lesbian. How are you going to deal with it? Bearing in mind that between us all we're wearing is one thong.

"That explains why you haven't got a steady boyfriend. We did wonder. You being such an attractive girl."

"You wondered? I Like boys too, but Honey B suits me so well that guys are just for recreational use." You wondered, Mom. Daddy knew the truth all along. And I do have a steady boyfriend – your husband. "I'm sorry I kept it from you for so long, but I didn't know how to break it to you. This made it easier." I wiggled the rabbit. "It's been a day for intimate truths."

"It has indeed." The conversation stalled.

"Well, I'll leave you two alone." I handed her back the vibrator. "I'll just grab a razor from your bathroom if I may."

"Help yourself." She put the vibrator down beside her.

I nipped into her en suite for a disposable razor. Mom hadn't moved when I came back.

"I should have shaved days ago, but I had my period. Stubble gets itchy if you leave it more than a few days." That's right Mom, I'm going to shave my pussy. "You should try it sometime. It makes you really sensitive." I breezed out of her room, shutting the door behind me and racing back to my room to spy on her again. She sat there awhile then got up and showered. She never finished masturbating, which I was sorry for, because I really wanted to see her make herself cum and because I felt guilty for interrupting her.

* * * * *

"Parry?" Meg always called him Darling unless she was worried. Hence, Parry was worried.

"Mmm?" He responded around his first mouthful of beer. He'd just got back from golf and Meg was peeling potatoes for dinner.

"When you went to Boston, did you meet Helen's roommate?"

"B? Yes. Very pretty girl. Bubbly like a shaken soda." Oh yes, he remembered B. Would he ever forget her? He'd fucked her and Helen in the ass an hour after meeting her. You don't forget that sort of thing in a hurry.

"Did you know she and Helen..." Meg couldn't bring herself to say it.

"Are an item?" Parry prompted. Meg's body language said he'd guessed right. "Yes. I think it was the goodbye kiss that gave it away. Only lovers kiss like that."

"And you didn't say anything?"

"Helen asked me not to. She said she'd break it to you gently."

"Gently? Hardly. And you're ok with this?" Meg clearly wasn't.

"It doesn't really matter if I'm ok with it or you're ok with it or not. It's Helen's choice, not ours. But for the record, yes, I'm ok with it. She'll always be my little girl and I'll always love her unconditionally: That pretty much trumps anything else I may feel about who she chooses to share herself with."

"Oh Parry." Meg put down the peeler and hugged him tight, squeezing the breath out of him. "When she came in here earlier, she tried to peck me on the cheek and I pulled away. I've never been uncomfortable being kissed by my own child before." She started to sob against his shoulder.

"You're just a little shell-shocked, Darling. Give yourself a couple of days and you'll be fine with it." Parry knew his wife to be a tolerant woman who had no time for bigotry, whatever guise it came in. He held her until she pushed away from him.

"I hope you're right, Parry. Really I do." She sniffed and turned back to prepping vegetables. 

* * * * *

"I think I may have goofed." I was on Daddy's PC when he came into his study.

"Tell me about it." He buzzed me and flopped down in the couch.

"I accidentally walked in on Mom when she was masturbating. I just wanted to see how she'd react. We talked and I owned up to liking girls. I thought it'd get us on a woman-to-woman level: an exchange of intimate secrets."

"You thought you might get to join in." Daddy wasn't fooled. "Watching her from your room wasn't enough for you. Am I right?"

"Ok. Mea culpa. But wouldn't it be cool? Mom and me? Tell me that wouldn't get you up?"

"It would, but it'll never happen. What are you looking at?"

"I'm putting some pics of you and me on an amateur porn gallery. Don't worry; we can't be recognised. See?" I clicked on one of the thumbnails and there was Daddy's cock, three times larger than life, stretching my sphincter while my fingertips pinched my labia, stretching them up and out and milky cum bubbled up from my hole. 

"I'm surprised I could hold the camera steady with you doing that."

"Tell me what Mom said. Is she very upset?" I carried on uploading pics.

"Shocked mainly and, now I know why, I'm not surprised. I think the thing that upset her most was flinching when you went to kiss her. I told her I knew since Boston and that B is very nice."

"So you think she'll be ok about it all?"

"Give her a bit of time. No more surprises. Ok?"

"Yes, Daddy." I looked repentant. "And sorry if I've spoiled your chances tonight." I closed the browser and swivelled the chair around to flash Daddy. "But I want you first."

"Now?" Daddy's trousers were not hiding his enthusiasm.

"Right now. It's been four days and I shaved it especially for you." I got up. "I'll be in my room, waiting." I left him to think about that.

* * * * *

I didn't have to wait long. Daddy checked how long dinner was going to be and 'decided he needed a shower'. He went to their room first and stripped off then came looking for me. I met him naked on the landing and held my finger to my lips then leant on the rail, presenting my bottom. I could see the kitchen door was open and hear Mom busily chopping something. 

Daddy took me from behind, sinking into my smooth pussy up to his balls. This was the closest to Mom that we'd got so far. If she came out of the kitchen, we were busted. We kept it up for a couple of minutes then I pushed back hard, dislodging Daddy and backing him into my room. 

With the door closed, I assumed the same position at the foot of the bed and let him continue. After four days, I was pretty wound up. I unwound with a pillow over my mouth to stop me screaming as Daddy pushed a thumb up my ass, rubbing my clit with his other hand.

Daddy's cum was all warm and sticky inside me when I stopped wanting to yell. He kissed my ass, turned me around to kiss me properly then opened the door a fraction to check the coast was clear and went for his shower.

I spent a happy five minutes pretending my finger was a lollipop and my pussy was a sherbet dip. I do love Daddy's special sauce.

* * * * *

Parry was pleasantly surprised when, later that night, as they undressed for bed, Meg responded positively to his amorous advances. He'd expected 'not tonight'. Instead, Meg moved close to him, kissing him ardently and reaching for his rapidly stiffening penis, gripping it firmly. 

Parry was delighted by Meg's eagerness and manoeuvred himself between her legs, penetrating her as she whispered sweet nothings in his ear. He pumped her hard – not as hard as he often fucked Helen, but hard by Meg's standards – knowing that Helen would be watching him, like last week. 

Meg started to climax, biting down on Parry's shoulder because she now knew Helen could hear them. The embarrassment of this afternoon was forgotten as wave upon wave of delirium crashed against her defences, threatening to overwhelm her. Parry hadn't been like this with her for so long. She wondered if her show of vulnerability this evening had inflamed him. But she didn't wonder for long because her defences gave way and she was washed away by another climax, flooding her senses and making her scream in her ecstasy. 

It was undoubtedly the best orgasm she'd had for several years and Parry was still going strong. She spread her legs wide, drumming on his buttocks with her heels and urging him to come. Her fingernails raked his back and she kissed him passionately, squeezing his hardness within her softness until he suddenly erupted inside her, pouring his essence into her.

In her own room, Helen watched it all on her notebook, masturbating frantically.

* * * * *

"Mom's taking a shower." Daddy came into my room naked. His cock was still semi-rigid and glistening. "You asked for this." He stood by the side of my bed, looking down at the double dildo sticking out of my pussy.

"I hoped you'd remember." I wrapped my mouth around his cock and licked and sucked at Mom's juices and the traces of his jism. "Ooh! She really is a yummy mummy." It was all gone now. "Now kiss me goodnight. I have 'work' in the morning. Remember?" 

"Goodnight Sweetheart." Daddy kissed me on the lips, both pairs. Then he got back to his own room with only seconds to spare before Mom came out of the bathroom.

* * * * *

I was in the kitchen, in my underwear, making a pot of coffee when I first saw Mom. 

"Morning Darling." She buzzed my cheek as she passed behind me, already dressed for work. She buzzed me! That's an improvement on flinching away from me. Progress had clearly been made in the moral tribunal in her head.

"Morning Mom. Sleep well?"

"Like a log." Mom poured herself a mug of the freshly brewed and stuck some bread in the toaster.

"I thought you might have had a nightmare, with all that screaming." I winked at her. "Did it make up for the one I interrupted?" We're just girls together here, Mom. Fess up.

"And then some." She looked smug and embarrassed at the same time.

"Good."

"Helen?" She sat down to wait for her toast.

"Mom?" Come on! Ask me.

"Last night... Did you...?" The toaster popped up. Mom nearly jumped out of her skin.

"Oh yeah!" And you knew I was doing it and it made it all more exciting, didn't it Mom? I waited for her to bring her breakfast to the table. I wanted to see her face for this. "I gave myself my first ever tingle – that's what I called it – I gave myself my first ever tingle listening to you and Daddy and last night I had images to go with the sound effects." Remember, mom. I saw you stuffing a vibrator into yourself. I could see she was a bit weirded out by that. "Yesterday afternoon I discovered you didn't just have sex – which I knew years ago – but that you're sexy." I paused for effect, then, "Very sexy. When I went to shave, I was wet. I couldn't help thinking about shaving off your lady curls for you." Oh Mom! If only you knew what I could do for you.

"Helen, please don't... Don't think of me like that. Its too unnatural."

"Meaning it's more unnatural than the lesbian daughter you're trying so hard to understand? It's not unnatural to enjoy pussy. You enjoy yours, I enjoy B's, and guys enjoy any they can get." And Daddy enjoys both of ours. "This is why I took two years to tell you about B. You're trying to be understanding – I know – but you never really will because it's so far beyond your own experience."

"At least I'm trying." Mom was defensive.

"And I love you all the more for that. Yesterday didn't feel at all unnatural for me because I love you." I held up three fingers. "One: I'm into women. Two: I saw a woman doing something intimate and sexy. Three: It was a woman I love. Why wouldn't I be turned on?"

"Good morning, girls." Daddy interrupted us. Buzzing each of us briefly as he went around the table to the icebox. Daddy likes OJ before his coffee. "What's occurring?"

"Just girl talk, Daddy."

"Well save it for later and go put some clothes on. You've got work today. Remember?"

"Yes Daddy." I stood up smartly, saluted, turned on my heel and marched into the hall.

"Are you ok?" I heard Daddy ask Mom.

"What?... Oh. Yes. Fine. Just trying to understand the younger generation." Meg forced a smile.

"Still embarrassed about being caught like a naughty boy, playing with yourself?" Meg had confessed all in the dark last night.

"Apparently Helen was turned on by it."

"So my daughter and I do have something in common: We both think you're gorgeous." He kissed her. "Be flattered, Darling."

"Part of me is." Meg found herself admitting. And that was her problem: She'd got a thrill knowing that I could hear her last night. "I'll be late." She stood up and left quickly. "Dinner at six. Have a good day at work."

"You too, Darling. And don't worry. It'll all work out."

* * * * *

"What were you saying to your mother this morning?" Daddy asked in the car.

"That seeing her frigging herself made me wet." I was looking good for my first day at 'work', in a plaid pleated mini skirt and a pink t-shirt. "Don't give me that look, Daddy. Mom was hot for it last night, yes? And all that noise when she knew I could hear and that I'd be masturbating while I listened to you two."

"You told her about that?" Daddy was surprised. He shouldn't have been, really.

"Of course. When I was reassuring her it was perfectly normal to masturbate. All I did this morning was make it clearer that it was her that I was thinking about, not you."

"Which isn't true." Daddy knew better.

"Of course not. What I was actually thinking about, watching you two, was how much I wanted to crawl to the foot of your bed and lick all your cum out of Mom's pussy then suck you till you were hard and ask Mom if I could please stay and watch you fuck her again."

"Depraved little harlot." Daddy patted my thigh.

"And don't you just love it?"

"So what are your plans for today?"

"I thought I'd get the guided tour of the office from you. You have to introduce me to people so I know who's who and who's hot. I need to be able to tell Mom all about how boring filing is but how many cute guys flirted with me."

"We can do that. What then?"

"Then I'm going to find an apartment to rent for the summer."

"Why? Or don't I need to ask?"

"Somewhere close to your office, where you can violate your little girl's body in as many depraved and perverted ways as you can think of."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"It is a bad thing. That's why I love it. I'm a natural born slut." And there are so many things you haven't done to me yet, Daddy: Things we can't do at home or in a motel. 

"It's going to be a hot day. Shall we have a picnic at lunchtime?"

"That would be lovely. I'll get us some takeout sushi and we can sit on the grass outside your building and eat while you ogle my bare cunt." 

"I don't ogle. I never ogle. I simply appreciate its beauty, its perfect proportions, its divine symmetry, its-"

"Its smell, its taste, its elasticity, its availability." I like it when Daddy ogles my pussy: That's why I show him it so often.

"Ok. All those things too."

"And not forgetting its most attractive neighbour." Not that Daddy would forget my ass.

"Which I really must pay a visit to later." 

"And that's why I need an apartment. Somewhere you can fuck me in the ass without me having to bite a pillow to stay quiet.

Oh! I forgot to tell you. We've had lots of comments about those photos I posted: About a hundred variations on the theme of 'more, more, more'. Will you take some this evening, in my bedroom? I want to post some of me in the tub, all soapy." And just wait until you read the requests I got, Daddy. We'll definitely need our own space to satisfy all our fans.

"That'll be a thing to see." Daddy agreed. He's getting quite into taking pictures of me.

* * * * *

"So who's the cutest guy in the building?" I was making friends with Lisa the receptionist while waiting for Daddy to come and have lunch with me. I was leaning on her high fronted desk with my arms folded under my tits and she kept glancing at them. It was making my nipples hard, which only encouraged her to look more. When I asked about cute guys and Lisa's face fell, I thought, 'Why not? She's cute.'

"That's either Tony O'Connell from accounts or Pete the post boy, but it's too close to call." Informative but not heartfelt.

"Do you fancy going out somewhere on Friday Night? I've been in Boston for two years so it'd be good to revisit some old haunts but I really don't want to go to bars without a date." I watched her face light up. Oh to be so guileless and so young. Lisa looked like she was only just out of high school.

"Sure. What do you fancy doing?"

You Sweetie. But that's on a need to know basis for now. "Anything you like. It's your town. I'll meet you here after work and we can go to your place to get glammed up. Ok?"

"Sure." Lisa looked like a much-petted puppy. It was sweet.

"Hi Sweetheart. Sorry to keep you waiting." Daddy stepped out of the elevator.

"No problem. I've been making new friends. Shall we go for that picnic?" I picked up my shopping bags.

"Ok, but can we walk down to the park instead of sitting out front. I like to get away from here at lunchtime."

"Anything you want, Daddy. See you, Lisa." I threw her a smile and hooked my arm through Daddy's as he gallantly relieved me of my shopping.

"Bye Helen." Lisa said to my retreating back.

"Isn't she sweet?" I said to Daddy when we were out of earshot.

"Lisa? Yes. She's only been with us a month but she seems to be settling in well."

"I've got a date with her on Friday night."

"With Lisa?"

"Yes. She couldn't take her eyes off my tits so I asked her out. You didn't know she's gay?"

"Not a clue. The gossip around the coffee machine was that a few guys had tried asking her out and been politely brushed off. Everyone thinks she's shy. She still lives with her parents and her father's our local pastor."

"That's probably why she's not advertising her preference to her co-workers."

"Probably."

"I'm bursting to pee."

"You should have gone before we left."

"No Daddy, I've been holding it in especially. I want to do what B did." Remember, Daddy? The day you met her, she'd just pissed on the lawn during our picnic?

"Oh. Well, we're nearly there. Did you go apartment hunting?"

"Yes. I have two to look at his afternoon. I told the agent I needed something less than ten minutes drive from here. I said it had to be close enough to the centre for my daddy to get there, sodomize me, shower and get back to work in under an hour."




Summer Of Love



"Two's not a lot to choose from." Daddy ignored the rest.

"Well I didn't bother with all the low-rent places. I want somewhere nice, otherwise we might as well use a motel."

"Ok. It's your money."

"And I can always earn more. I'm already missing work. That's kind of why I asked Lisa out: If I could seduce Mom it'd be different, but that's not going to happen – not soon at any rate – and I miss eating pussy."

"I can understand that. Pick a tree." We'd got to the park.

"That big one." I pointed and we walked across the grass to the tree. I pulled out a blanket I'd bought to sit on and positioned Daddy facing the trunk of the tree. With him blocking the view from the path, I squatted, leaning against the bark, and let the water flow. The soil soaked it up thirstily and Daddy watched with that hunger in his eyes that he always has when he wants to do something obscene to me.

"You weren't kidding about needing to go."

"I told you I was bursting." It just went on and on. When I did finish and moved around to sit cross-legged beside Daddy, so he could see up my little skirt. "Sushi?" I unpacked our lunch. "I love sushi. There's a restaurant in Tokyo where they serve sushi on a naked girl and businessmen pick their food off her with chopsticks. Someday, I'd love to try that."

"Does it have to be sushi?"

"Why?"

"Well, if you were covered in thin slices of smoked salmon and piled cream cheese on your tits, you could be the star attraction at a bar mitzvah. After everyone's eaten, you could really make a boy into a man."

"Daddy, you're a genius: A perverted genius. I'll bet there actually is a market for that."

"Hardly. Bar mitzvahs happen to twelve-year-olds."

"Damn! Although I suspect quite a few boys that young have seen my pussy. They're just the sorts to try and look up girl's dresses and I'm just the sort to reward their efforts by not wearing panties."

"I'm just the sort too." Daddy was clearly looking up this girl's dress.

"I know you are. That's how this all started in a web-cam chat room."

"You didn't have a dress for me to look up, just the finest ass in Christendom."

"Which you may fuck tonight." I believe wholeheartedly that flattery should be appropriately rewarded. "Now tell me, what do you think Lisa is into?"

"Not half the stuff you and B amuse yourselves with. I think you'll find her rather vanilla."

"I know. But I'll try to educate her." For 'educate' read 'corrupt'. We'd finished all the sushi, packed up the blanket, etc. and were walking back to the street. "What flavour am I?"

"Huh?"

"You said Lisa's probably vanilla. So what flavour am I?"

"You? You're a golden ticket for free Baskin Robbins for life, with a truckload of Ben and Jerry's thrown in. Shall I take your shopping with me?"

"Yes please Daddy. I have to go this way and see a man about an apartment. See you at five?"

"Five." Daddy agreed. We went our separate ways with the briefest of kisses.

* * * * *

I didn't get an apartment but I did explain to the agent, at great length, that ten minutes from the centre means ten minutes, not twenty-five. Realtors! They're worse than whores.

Daddy goes to the gym after work on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Now we were 'working together' I went too. I like gyms: They're flesh markets and I know I'm prime. I wore my white Lycra crop top and hot pants because, as you may have gathered, I like being noticed. 

After twenty minutes on a Stairmaster, I was glowing. The guys on the exercise bikes didn't seem to mind that I was sweaty. I walked over to the hunkiest one – who'd been watching my butt the whole time, smiled as I took his water bottle and squirted cold water over my upturned face. I said, "Thank you." and went to do some upper body exercises. Flirting is so easy in these places. I particularly like the thigh workout machines: you know the one that spreads your legs and you have to push them back together? Ok, so that goes entirely against my baser instincts, but it gives great camel toe. 

I'm a firm believer in camel toe. Not for three hundred pound women in jogging pants, but on some of us girls it looks good and it's almost as sexy as wearing no pants. My preferred brand of swimwear was designed by people who understand me, and my camel toe. They put a seam right up the middle to help lift and separate my labia, just like Playtex did with bras. That's why I always choose Wicked Weasel. End of advertisement.

And, after a long workout, I put on my baby blue WW bikini and joined Daddy in the steam room. We weren't alone so I just stretched out on a shelf and let the heat wash over me. Daddy can cook longer than a Thanksgiving turkey, I can't. After ten minutes I got up and went to soak in the Jacuzzi. 

I missed the conversation, but as Daddy told me, it went something like this: -

"Who was she?"

"Never seen her before. She must be a new member."

"Did you see that ass? Phew!"

"You should have seen her on the Stairmaster. What an action."

"I gotta say it, whatever my divorce would cost me, it'd be worth it if she was the reason."

"You said it, my friend."

"Forget it guys." Daddy joined their conversation. "You're not her type. She's got a girlfriend."

"No way!"

"Jeez! What a waste."

"It's not a waste. My daughter's girlfriend appreciates her many fine qualities, not just her fuckability." Daddy told me he was actually angry at those assholes. Was that the first sign of jealousy?

"You're her father? Sorry Man. No offence."

"None taken." Daddy left them to it, found me and repeated their exchange.

"And that made you feel angry?" I asked him quietly. He nodded fractionally. "Daddy, I spent an hour and a half making damned sure those guys would want to fuck me. It's called raising product awareness but girls have been doing it far longer than there's even been an advertising industry."

"I know, Sweetheart. It's just the first time I've actually been in the middle of one of your little games. Hearing about them clearly isn't the same. Sorry if I spoiled your fun by telling them you're a lesbian." Daddy looked so humble.

"Silly Daddy. That's where you've done me a favour. Men like lipstick lesbians. Want to bet they're talking about it right now?"

"No. Because they're coming to join us." Daddy looked past my shoulder. The two guys – one of whom I'd borrowed cold water off earlier – slipped into the hot tub with us.

"Hi boys. We were just talking about you. Which one wants an expensive divorce?" I got their attention. Not difficult. There's another hot tub so I guessed they'd joined us on purpose.

"Him." Hunky-Guy laughed and gestured at his buddy.

"Well, The cheaper option is ten grand in cash and the use of a central apartment for the next month: your wife need never know." I watched Daddy go poker faced. Relax Daddy; I'm just winding up my new cock-work toys. "For another five, you can bring your friend."

"Are you serious?" Hunky-Guy looked up for it straight away.

"How come he gets it for less?" Divorce-Guy asked petulantly.

"Because he works out more than you do. Time is money. Time invested here is money saved there." Economics is simple really. "And no, I'm not serious." I saw Daddy relax a little. "But you were talking about me as if I were a whore so I wondered how you'd react to finding out I am one."

"Weren't dissing you. But sorry if we offended." Hunky-guy's stock went up a few points.

"Thank you, but it was my Daddy who was offended. I'm used to it."

"Sorry sir." Hunky-guy actually apologised to Daddy. I wondered how far he'd go to impress me.

"No harm done. And Helen can look after herself." Daddy was magnanimous. I stretched out a leg and caressed his calf under the water to thank him.

"She certainly can." Hunky-guy agreed. Divorce-guy was sulking: probably because I wanted to charge him double. "Helen, I'm Calvin. He's Vinnie. Pleased to meet you." He offered his hand. I shook it.

"Hi Calvin. Now we're all friends, can I give you some advice?"

"You're not in insurance are you?" He asked with a boyish grin. His eyes kept dipping to where my nipples were just breaking surface. Like I said, boyish.

"No. It's this: I dress to get noticed. I like the attention but I like a bit of respect too. We emancipated women want it both ways. So next time I'm working out, enjoy the view by all means, but be nice about it. Ok?"

"I feel like I'm back in grade school, getting told off in front of the class." Calvin was mine - if I wanted him.

"And I'm the teacher? Did you spend a lot of time looking at her tits?"

"Busted." Calvin smiled sheepishly.

"Relax Cal. I said it was ok to enjoy the view." I breathed in, levitating my tits momentarily.

"And you, Vinnie. The same advice goes for you. Only, you have to work a lot harder on the respect side of the balance sheet because you don't have Cal's boyish charm. I know it's unfair but that's the hand fate dealt you and you can only play the cards you're holding. My Daddy taught me that." I looked at Daddy and smiled. He was finally enjoying the game.

"I did?" Daddy was glancing at my tits too now, but carefully.

"Yes Daddy, you did. Way back in high school."

"But you do have a girlfriend?" Vinnie found his voice again. The lesbian thing: you guys do love girl on girl action.

"Yes. Her name's B. We room together at Harvard." Yes boy's, I do have a brain. "Does that turn you on?"

"Well...yeah."

"And you're honest about it. That's respectful. See? It's not hard for us to all get along."

Daddy glanced up at the big clock on the wall. "We'd better go. Meg will have dinner ready."

I stood up. Water cascaded off my body and three pairs of eyes rose with me. I felt I should invest for the future. "Bye guys." I turned and put one foot on the step next to Vinnie, placing the aforementioned camel toe well and truly in his line of sight. "Vinnie, How much do you weigh?" I whispered.

"One sixty seven." Almost anyone else would have rounded it to one seventy but Vinnie was probably feeling a bit victimised. I can be a bit if a bitch.

"Well V-man, I'm going back to Boston next month but if you've lost those seven pounds before I leave, this bikini comes off. Deal?"

"What? Oh, yes. Deal." He brightened up at the prospect. Not once did his eyes leave that powder blue triangle.

I stepped out of the hot tub, feeling Calvin's eyes on my backside. He had the best seat in the house, right opposite the steps, where he could watch me all the way to the locker room. Daddy passed me because I stopped to use the poolside showers, cooling down and making damned sure that they'd be jerking off to me later.

Working out there regularly was going to be quite a blast. 

* * * * *

"You weren't really jealous, were you, Daddy?" we were on our way home.

"At first. Then I remembered what it is I love about you so much."

"That I have an Electra complex so bad I'll let you do anything to me?"

"No. I do love that too but the thing that makes me love you so much - even when you're not wrapped around my penis - is that you're such a free spirit. You have more self confidence than anyone I've ever met and-"

"Except B."

"And as your father that makes me proud. I said this to your Mom too: You're self-assured, intelligent and fearless. 

Those guys back there just showed me my own stupidity and I will learn from that. No more jealous moments. No more trying to protect you from guys you could handle far more easily on your own. "

"Daddy." Little girl voice, pitched at about the ten year old level of wheedling innocence. "I want you to protect me from bad men but those two were harmless."

"I know, Sweetheart. What did you whisper to the sulky one as you got out?"

"Just that if he loses seven pounds before I go back to college, he'll get to see me naked."

"So now you're a personal trainer? That's one helluva lot of motivation."

"It's not as if he'll be seeing much he hasn't seen already. He got a good look at my crotch when I got out." And if we'd been back in Boston, I'd have given them both hand jobs at the very least, but not with ' my father' watching.

"And you always keep your promises." Daddy recalled. "If I were Vinnie, I'd be on lettuce and water for the next month."

"But you're not Vinnie. You're Daddy, so you can see me naked whenever you want." And do whatever you want with me. Remember that bit, Daddy. "Except... I think I'll be wearing panties tonight. I want to paint my nails after dinner and I figure if I sit on the sofa with my foot up, my skirt sort of falls back. I don't want to shock Mom." Bull shit! I want to shock Mom back to life. Her sense of adventure is fibrillating.

"Oh, heaven forbid you should shock your mother." Daddy likes irony. "If I had to guess, I'd say you could paint your nails in your room but then Meg wouldn't have a chance to check you out, and you're hoping she will. That's if I had to guess, but I don't have to because you're going to tell me just what you're up to, aren't you, Sweetheart?"

"I'm trying to keep my pussy in the forefront of her thoughts. I want her to accept that I'm a lesbian, not suppress the knowledge and move on. Also, I get to see how tempted she is to keep peeking. Because, if she does sneak a peek or two at my pants I'll know I'm gonna have my Mom before the summer's over."

"And if she doesn't peek?"

"Then you'll have to help me seduce her." And you will, Daddy. Oh yes, you will, because you really want to see Mom and me together. It'll probably never happen but we've got to give it our best shot. 

* * * * *

"Mom checked me out! Mom checked me out!" I danced around Daddy gloating in a singsong voice. "Did you notice?"

"|I noticed. Not so loud. The bathroom isn't that far away." 

"Oh, stop worrying. She'll be ages scratching that itch." I was confident of that. Mom hadn't just noticed my panties once. She glanced right at my cotton-covered cunt at least four times that I spotted. The third time, I moved my knee over a bit to give her a better view: She looked up and I smiled – all innocence – but she pretended to be watching TV. And even when she knew I'd noticed, she looked at least once more! 

"Long enough for this?" Daddy dropped his trousers to his knees, turned me round, bent me over the back of the sofa and pulled my controversial panties aside. 

"Do it Daddy." 

He pushed deep into my pussy, already wet from thinking about Mom, and pulled my hips hard against him. Daddy's a much more aggressive fucker than he used to be, which I like because, wild as I am, I do want to be tamed sometimes. He can also be the most gentle and...loving... lover, but not tonight. I now know how a road feels when a jackhammer goes through the black top. I was on course for a real screamer of a climax when we heard Mom's bedroom door.

Daddy pulled out and ducked into the kitchen to put his cock away and make himself presentable. All I had to do was stand up straight. Skirts are so useful at times like these. I intercepted Mom at the foot of the stairs to give Daddy a few seconds more wilting time because even tight underwear can't hide a full-on gun barrel erection.

"Mom, do we have any popcorn? Steel Magnolias is on in five minutes and we can't watch a chick-flick without popcorn."

"Salt or sweet?" Mom squeezed past me on the bottom step and I carried on up.

"You choose. I chose the movie. I'll be down in two ticks." I'd picked up my nail polish so I had a reason to go upstairs.

I checked my notebook to see what my little spy camera had for me. I'd been hoping to see Mom touching herself but she'd gone straight into the bathroom so I ducked in there to snoop. 

Hallelujah! Auburn curls in the wastebasket. Mostly wrapped in toilet tissue but enough stray ones to catch my attention. I unfolded the tissue. There were enough clippings to satisfy me that this hadn't been just a trim. Mom had shaved her pubes off! Yes! Daddy, you are going to love this little surprise. I was suddenly glad he hadn't come. He'd want all his strength at bedtime. I took a lock of Mom's shorn fleece and put the rest back as I'd found it. 

Back in my own room, I carefully folded the curls into a slip of paper and put them somewhere safe. I'd get a locket to put them in: one with two compartments so Daddy's could go in the other side. But I won't wear it until I've seduced Mom.

* * * * *

"Oh, good lord! Where's all this...passion come from?" Meg was clinging to Parry and drawing deep breaths scented with their sweat and musk. After impulsively denuding her mons veneris, she'd felt so sensitive. She wanted to touch herself all the way through the movie but couldn't and that felt like torture. She practically pounced on Parry as soon as the bedroom door closed.

"Well, remember making love on the kitchen table the morning I went to Boston?"

"I remember. It was because it was the last time we'd have the place all to ourselves." She snuggled against his chest, twining the coarse hairs in her fingers.

"That was your reasoning. I went along with it because... well, because I wanted to get laid, but I like having Helen home. Knowing she can hear us is a turn on." And I know you feel it too, Darling. That's why we're fucking more often and more enthusiastically.

"Isn't it just? She told me she used to masturbate while she listened in."

"I think she still does." I know she still does.

"No?"

"Unless that was a lava lamp I saw on her dresser earlier, but it looked like a very exotic sex toy to me and you just screamed loud enough to wake her if she actually was asleep."

"I did get... vocal, didn't I?" Meg blushed.

"Our little girl isn't a little girl anymore. She's very aware of her own sexuality... and ours. Worrying about being overheard now... what's that old saw about stables and horses?"

"Locking the stable door after the horse has bolted... What are you doing?" Parry was moving down the bed.

"Taking a closer look at this. I didn't get a chance when you ambushed me with it." He got up close and personal with Meg's pussy, bare for the first time since puberty. It looked good. It looked very good. He leant close enough to lick at her mons and clitoral hood, his hands urging her legs gently apart.

Meg had never been keen on oral sex and Parry had never pushed the issue but this time she made no objection because her newly sensitised skin was tingling under his tongue and she didn't want that to ever stop. She lay back, closed her eyes and parted her legs further, giving Parry all the encouragement he needed. She tried not to think about her daughter but it was almost impossible to ignore Helen's passive role in what she was feeling. Soon enough, she couldn't think about anything: Her orgasm had her arching off the bed, wailing in her ecstasy as Parry's tongue flickered over her clitoris. 

Parry had been coached on oral technique by Helen, who'd told him he was now a cunnilinguist second only to B. He was calling on all that guidance now to bring Meg to climax. 

"Darling man, where have you been all my life?" Meg kissed him repeatedly as soon as he moved back up the bed.

"In the far east, studying ancient oriental secrets for sexual enlightenment through cunnilingus. That particular technique is called Serpent Scents Prey." He made a flickering movement with the tip of his tongue, like a snake tasting the air. "You look exhausted. Lights out?"

Meg nodded, Parry turned out the lights and they snuggled together like newlyweds. 

"Meg?" Parry whispered in the dark. "Did you do this..." He touched her smooth mound "because of Helen?"

"Yes." There! She'd said it. "She suggested it when she walked in on me last Sunday. And tonight..." Meg was very quiet for a long time.

"Tonight?" Parry prompted, wanting to hear his wife admit the fascination with Helen's sexual candour.




Summer of Love



It had been an extremely long day for me. Work was boring and the weekend was on the horizon. It just wasn't a normal weekend, it was the start of a two week vacation! I couldn't wait to get home, let my hair down and pack up for a weekend excursion with my new boyfriend of about two weeks. Shawn was his name and he was a teacher. He was a good two inches taller than me and very slenderly athletically built, like a tennis player. He was a decent lover, no where close to John's level, but he was kind and sweet. He got along fabulously as we shared many of the same interests. One of them was music. Shawn was part of a band and had arranged for them to go on a tour to various coffee shops and fair grounds across the state that summer; and I had decided to come along. 

Shawn picked me up in his green jeep wrangler and we drove over to the warehouse that his band used to practice. A few minutes after arriving at the warehouse, one of the guitar players, Dave, arrived with the rental van. Dave's girlfriend was also coming along on the tour this summer and when I saw her step out of that van I was blown away. She was gorgeous. She was about 5'4, with piercing green eyes, full lips, medium length, curly, dark auburn hair, and enormous breasts. Not to brag, but I have a nice chest, and her breasts were even larger than mine. I couldn't say that I had never been attracted to another girl, who hasn't found someone of the same sex attractive? Bottom line was this girl was sexy as hell and I couldn't deny it.

She walked up to me and introduced herself.

"Hi, I'm Lillian , Dave's girlfriend, but you can call me Lily."

"I'm Angelica , Shawn's girlfriend."

"Nice to meet you Lily, looks like we'll be spending a lot of time together this summer, since we're the only two girls on this trip and all."

"Yeah, I think we'll have a lot of fun." I replied, looking at Shawn, thinking about him nude playing his guitar.

"Oh, I'm sure we will," Lily said with a seductive smile and wink as she walked over to where her boyfriend was standing.

Lily and I chatted as the boys loaded the van, and we found out that we had a lot in common. I was surprised by how well I got a long with Lily. I had always had a hard time making friends with girls, but Lily was different, she was just so down to earth and easy to talk to. It was refreshing because so often women can be catty and drama queens. She was so low key and easy going --- quite the sense of humor too.

A couple of months later, Lily and I were sitting at a table in a coffee shop, in Wilmington, North Carolina, watching the boys rehearse. I had not been sleeping well on this trip and believed that I had eaten something bad the night before. I looked at Lily about twenty minutes into the set and said "Lily, you know I'm really not feeling too well."

She responded with "Oh, well maybe you should go back to the hotel and lay down for a while." She ran her hand over my temple and noticed that my cheeks were flush.

I nodded, "Yeah, I think that's a good idea, will you come with me?", because I didn't want to be alone. I just needed to get away from the noise.

"Sure."

We went up on stage and kissed our boys goodbye, and began walking back to our hotel. We rode the elevator up to her and Dave's. I had to admit, I was already feeling better and had told Lily that. She laughed and said that since we were already here that we should just hang out and let the boys play. Once we had arrived at the room, I kicked off my flip flops and she took off her sneakers. We sat down and began watching some tv, trying with difficulty something to watch. To no avail, we decided to play a card game. It was a blast and I have to admit that I caught myself looking at her figure every time she stood up and got a drink. The drink, by the way, was scotch. Perfect for someone who had a queasy stomach, right? As we consumed more alcohol, I became drawn to her chest every time she laughed. Lily had a contagious giggle and we spent the afternoon drinking, playing cards, and laughing about everything that came to mind. 

Shawn called and said that the guys were going to go out and asked if we wanted to go. I looked at Lily and asked her if she wanted to go. We both said no and I told him where we were and he said that Dave would crash with him at our room, since they didn't know when they'd be back in. We went back to our debauchery. The afternoon became night and after a long drinking binge, we were both tired and decided it was time to call it a night. She rose and stretched, saying that it had been fun and we both agreed that we liked hanging out with each other. 

She went off in the direction of the bed, while I took what the hotel called throw pillows and positioned them on the recliner. She took off her jeans shorts, so that she was just standing there in a tight blue tank top and a black thong. Lily walked over to the bed and pulled the comforter back and then she looked back at me, seeing where I was going to sleep. 

"Angel, don't tell me that you are going to sleep on that damn thing?"

"Sure why not?" I joked back, knowing that it was possibly going to be one of the most uncomfortable experiences of my life.

"Why don't come and sleep in bed with me," she voiced her concern, "I promise I won't bite." She playfully joked.

I thought about it for a second and then jumped at her offer. I had a desire to not have a krink in my neck or other parts of my body in the morning.

"Oh Damn, I was hoping you would." I laughed back as I shedded my own shorts before climbing into bed opposite her.

In truth, I was nervous about what might happen, not because I didn't trust her but because of what I was beginning to feel. The alcohol did no favors to reasoning.

I got into bed, and Lily snuggled up to me. I guess I should have been startled or bothered. I wasn't. She was rubbing my arm and I could feel her breath on my neck. I began to feel flustered and hot.

I smelled her perfume and it was intoxicating.

She snuggled closer and the desire within me was building. Why? I wasn't a lesbian, I reasoned. I sleep with men. I tried to fight away my emotional state but scotch is a very powerful hindrance to that.

She asked me what perfume I was wearing, because it smelt wonderful. I told her that it wasn't perfume, but rather a new body lotion I bought from the mall.

"Well, it smells good enough to eat.", she teased 

With that, she leaned in closer and licked my neck, sending shivers all through my body. Realizing the effect she had just had on me, she began to run her hand over my breasts through my shirt.

"You are beautiful, Angel," she said as she began to pull my shirt up, "I have been wanting to tell you that."

I grabbed her hand and told her that I had never been with another woman before. I knew that she had in college but had been all about one guy since she met and hooked up with Dave.

"I know, and I want to show you what you've been missing."

She rose up on the bed and removed her tank top, then her bra, releasing her breasts. I had seen many soft core and hardcore videos, read playboy and admired the female physique before, but this was my first foray in the flesh and blood admiration of another woman. Her breasts were magnificent. I had the strongest urge to grab them and massage them, lick them, suck them, I didn't care which, I just knew I had to get my hands on them. She saw the look on my face, and smiled.

"You like?" she asked as she slipped her hand under my thong, running her finger up my slit, bringing out some of my wetness for her to enjoy. She took her finger up to her mouth and licked clean. "Mmm, I think you like it a lot," she said with a seductive grin. I lay there motionless, unable to think, move or take my eyes off her gorgeous breasts.

She removed her thong to reveal her beautiful bald and pierced pussy; she then removed my tank, bra, and thong. She lay on top of me; our breasts pressed against one another, then she leaned in and licked my lips, before diving in and kissing me passionately. We laid there for what seemed like an eternity, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues, rubbing our breasts together and grinding our pussies together. 

After a while she broke the kiss and began kissing down my neck, making her way to my breasts. She licked my breasts, while massaging them, licking around the nipple, teasing me before finally taking my nipple into her mouth and sucking them like her life depended on it. I moaned in pleasure as she gave equal attention to both of my nipples, making them harder than they had ever been before. 

Then she continued to lick her way down my body. She licked down my stomach stopping to swirl her tongue around my navel, then she moved further down and licked and teased my inner thighs. I opened my legs wider for her hoping that she would soon give me the release that I so desperately needed.

Sensing my need for release, she moved over to my pussy and began to rub it with her hand. She then leaned down and kissed it before licking my outer lips, and then pulling them into her mouth to suck on them. She then spread my lips wider and began to lick up and down my slit stopping to fuck me with her tongue, while she rubbed my swollen clit with her fingers. By this time I was moaning loudly, and I could feel that my orgasm was close. She could sense this as well and replaced her tongue with two fingers and then took my clit into her mouth. She fucked me hard with her fingers and sucked my clit hard causing me to buck wildly against her face. Moments later, I pulled her face even further into my pussy as I came harder than I had ever cum before, and she drank every last drop of my love juice. 

She then took her breasts and rubbed each of them up and down my pussy slit, causing me to get wet all over again. She then moved up beside me on the bed and offered me her breasts.

I don't know what had come over me. This was something I wanted and was enjoying. In my excitement, I licked all my wetness off her breasts, and sucked on her nipples, as she moaned softly. She then pushed me down between her legs, and I began to mimic what she had done to me earlier. I began to lick her pussy lips and suck them into my mouth, before sticking my tongue into her slit and licking up and down, teasing her and making her moan loudly as she pushed my head even further into her pussy. I flicked her clit with my tongue a little before taking the whole thing in my mouth and sucking it. As I sucked her clit, I placed two fingers within her and began to stroke her softly with increasing pressure. I kept this up until I got my reward, as her hips bucked against my tongue and lips. I licked up every last drop of her before I moved back towards the head of the bed, where we layed in each other's embrace and kissed softly. 

Reality is a bitch, by the way. It slowly dawned on me what had happened and I spoke very softly, "Lily, I really love Shawn and I don't want to break up with him."

"I know sweetie, I love Dave too, and I have no intention of breaking up with him either, this was all just for fun."

And for the record what fun it was. I also add that this wasn't the last time Lily and I had our little rendezvous, we continued all that summer whenever we could and continue to meet from time to time to this day.



Summer of Love Ch. 01



My story begins with me growing up as the only child of a single dad. My mother died when I was young, leaving my father and I alone. Unfortunately, my dad grew up in a house with 5 brothers and no sisters, so the mysteries of raising a girl was a daily challenge. 

As for me, I have always adored my dad. He is a sweet and gentle man who has always caught the eyes of women, even some of my own friends. In fact, it was because of my friends' constant comments about how cute and sexy my dad was that first lead me to look at him as more than just a father. Of course I never admitted that to my friends, but once the idea was in my head it stuck. 

I turned 18 the spring I graduated from high school. I was off to college that fall and, at my dad's suggestion, was using the summer to relax and enjoy myself before moving on to my next phase of life. That basically involved me hanging out with my friends in our backyard pool, eating out and shopping at the mall. Such is the life of a suburban teen princess!

During the summer, my dad's job allowed him to work from home a lot. Often he would do work from his laptop out back while my friends and I would swim or sun ourselves. My friends usually wore their skimpiest bikinis around my dad. In a way I felt sorry for him. He really didn't date so being around two or three teenage girls in thong bikinis must have been pretty frustrating. But on the other hand, it was a situation many men dreamt of. But as much as my friends tried to give my dad a good show, it was me I always caught him looking at.

One day it was just the two of us by the pool. My dad was working on some project and I was swimming. As I got out of the pool and dried myself, I asked my dad to help put sun screen on my back. He smiled as I handed him the bottle, and lay face down on my lounger. My dad started applying the lotion gently at first, but it soon turned into a full fledged back rub and was it ever great! I was so relaxed I fell asleep as my dad's strong hands worked every tension out of me.

A couple hours later he woke me up for dinner. I got up and threw a t-shirt over my bikini. Dinner was quieter than usual. I can't speak for my father, but the spontaneous backrub earlier left me feeling a bit awkward but incredibly horny. After dinner, I cleaned up and dad went upstairs to shower. 

After cleaning up from dinner, I went upstairs and heard my father in the shower. I decided to peak inside and quietly opened the door. Through the frosted glass door I saw shadows of my dad jerking off. His cock was hard and soapy and his hand was massaging it lovingly. I couldn't move. I was so turned on. I had never seen a man masturbate before, much less my dad, and thought it was so sexy. I also wished it was my hand stroking his cock, that it was me making him moan with pleasure.

My trance was broken when he suddenly stopped, sensing someone in the bathroom. 

"Ali, is that you?"

"Sorry dad - I was just getting toothpaste. I'm out of it in my bathroom."

"Ok hon, but please bring it back."

"Ok dad."

I quickly left and went to my room to compose myself. I was flushed and my pussy was on fire. After my dad was done, I got in my shower and treated myself to a good orgasm with my special showerhead. But it wasn't enough. I needed more. That would wait until bedtime.

I threw on a t-short and shorts and watched TV with my dad. Other than an occasional comment about the show, little was said. The room was charged and things between us seemed different, tense. Finally, my dad announced he was going to bed.

I watched TV for a while longer, eventually watching some steamy erotic film on cable. This didn't help matters. By now I was so horny I needed more than a masturbation session. I needed a cock - my daddy's cock.

Then and there I decided I would seduce my father. 

I went upstairs to my room and changed into my shortest, sexiest white cotton babydoll and thong. I then snuck into my dad's room, and snuggled next to him in bed, throwing my arm around him. He was half-asleep.

"Ali?"

"Sorry dad, but I just need to sleep in your bed tonight. Bad dreams."

He mumbled something and drifted off to sleep. I, however, lay there snuggling against my daddy's bare back trying to figure out what to do next. An idea occurred to me: I turned with my back to him and mustered the best fake tears whimpering I could. 

"Ali? Are you ok?" He lightly stroked my back through the filmy nightie.

"I'm sorry daddy - I'm just feeling sad tonight," I said between crocodile tears.

"Thinking about your mother?"

I nodded.

"Come here Ali." He lay back as I snuggled next my daddy, his arm around my shoulders and mine across his chest. We just lay there, him stroking my blonde hair and I stroking his chest. I looked down and noticed my dad's boxer shorts tented from what appeared to a respectable hard on. I couldn't help myself.

"Did I do that to you daddy?"

"I'm sorry..." He started to move. "It's been a long time since..."

"Shh...its ok." I continued stroking his chest. "When was the last time you were with a woman daddy?"

"I don't think...."

"When dad?"

"The last time was with your mother." Wow - that was 5 years ago! I looked up in his eyes. 

"Was mom a good lover?"

"I really don't think...."

"C'mon dad - was she?"

"Yes she was."

"Did she really turn you on? What did she do to really get you hot?"

"Look Ali, this is really not appropriate."

"C'mon dad -- it's just us." I gave him that smile that always makes him give in to me. That, combined with our conversation and my stroking my father's torso lower and lower, was having its intended effect. I could see he was hard as a rock, with the head of his cock starting to peak out of his boxers.

"Ali..."

"Please daddy?" my hand lowered and brushed across his cock. He gasped. "Please tell me?"

"Your mother had very little inhibitions. She liked all kinds sex."

"But what made you crazy, daddy? Tell me everything." At this point my fingers were lightly stroking my father's cock as it protruded from the thin fabric of his boxers. He gasped.

"She gave the best blowjobs, Ali."

I smiled. "Really? Did she let you cum in her mouth?" 

"Yes."

"Did she swallow?"

"Yes."

"Daddy, do you ever masturbate thinking about mommy?"

"Yes Ali, I do."

"Do you ever masturbate thinking about me?"

"Ali..."

"Do you daddy?" I asked as I began giving my dad a good, sexy little handjob.

"Yes, Ali, I do. Do you think it's easy living in the same house with a beautiful and sexy girl who hardly wears clothes?"

I smiled. "You don't have to do that anymore, daddy," I said softly. "Anytime you want me, just ask." With that I moved downwards towards his lovely cock and balls, kissing and licking them as my hand continued to pleasure my father.

"Oh Ali...."

With that gasp, I looked in his eyes, ran my tongue up his length before swirling it around the head, wrapping my lips around it and sucking it into my mouth. As my head bobbed up and down my dad's cock, he played with my hair, moving it back so he could watch his little girl's lips pleasuring him. It wasn't long before I felt his cock and balls tense as I readied myself for his orgasm. Obviously he never finished his earlier masturbation session in the shower because the amount of cum filling my mouth was immense. I kept at it and swallowed as much as I could, although some dribbled down my chin. Finally, when I knew he was done, I move up to lay on top of him and smiled. 

"Was that as good as mommy's?"

"Oh Ali..."

We kissed. Not the kiss between a father and a daughter but between lovers sharing their juices. We kissed for a long time, until daddy rolled me on my back. His cock was still hard. I smiled and reached out to touch it.

Fuck me daddy, please."

"That was my plan, Ali."

My dad slid my panties off me and down my legs, sniffing them lustfully before tossing them to the floor. My legs rested on his shoulders as he asked, "Do you know how many times I've jerked off smelling your sexy little panties Ali?" I shook my head no and smiled. With that my dad impaled me with his cock. "About as many times as I am going to fuck your pussy this summer."

And with that my dad and I began a lovers' orgy that lasted long after the last rays of the summer sun set in September.



Summer of Love Ch. 02



The next morning I was slowly awakened by gentle caresses across my bare back. I lay there with eyes closed enjoying my father's touch, my breath deepening as I remembered the events of the night before. I lay facing away from Daddy as his hand found its way lower and lower down my back to my bare bottom, caressing and rubbing it in obvious enjoyment. I pretended to be asleep as I felt my father move closer to me, his lips softly kissing my neck and upper back. Meanwhile his hands moved lower still, slipping between my legs to find my now very wet pussy. 

"I knew you were awake, little girl," he said as he inserted one of his fingers into me. 

"Mmm...good morning Daddy!" I groaned as we lay there spooning, his soft lips dancing along my neck as his fingers fucked my now very wet pussy. As I felt my orgasm building, he withdrew his fingers and, lifting one of my legs slightly, moved between them and slid his cock into me. 

"Fuck...what a tight little pussy you have, Ali" he whispered to me, his breath brushing my ear as he impaled me fully. I accepted his compliment by squeezing my pussy around his cock, causing him to emit a slight gasp.

"I'm glad you like my pussy, Daddy! Now shut up and fuck me."

I shifted onto my knees and hugged my pillow, offered him my pussy. He positioned himself behind me, placed his cock against my opening and slid into me. Holding my hips, he fucked me deeply and powerfully, his thrusts filling me and stealing my breath. In just a few minutes, we both came hard, his cum filling me as he pistoned his cock into me repeatedly. Spent, we both collapsed and melted into each other's arms to catch our breaths.

After exchanging a sweet kiss, we disentangled our sweaty bodies. He lay back on the bed as I I went to the bathroom to pee. When I returned, he was putting on his shorts. "Why don't we go downstairs and make breakfast?"

"I have a better idea – why don't we go out?"

"Ok Ali – but I think we both need to wash up pretty good first. Let's take quick showers and go."

"Showers? Don't you want to save water and share? Besides, you know you haven't bathed me in years, Daddy," I quipped as we walked to his bathroom."

"I think you're trying to kill me, Ali."

Putting my arms around his neck, I looked at my father in the eye and snuggled up to him. "I wouldn't do that - you're too rich and too cute!" I giggled as I kissed the tip of his nose. "Besides," I continued while rubbing my belly against his stiffening cock, "I think I've made a new friend here." 

"You scare me, young lady!" Taking my hands off his shoulders and into his hands, he kissed them and said "you go take a quick shower and let me know when you're done. I have to make a call to the office. Then I'll jump in, wash up, and we'll go out." He kissed my lips sweetly, sending me on my way with a slight squeeze on my naked bottom.

While showering, I couldn't help but obsess on the events of the past two-days. My successful seduction of my father and the incredible sex that followed, including this morning's quickie. I was getting horny again think about it and found myself unconsciously soaping my breasts a little longer than necessary. Soon I was playing with them with one hand while the other found my clit. As the hot water cascaded, I brought myself to another orgasm fantasizing that Daddy was in there in the shower with me, on his knees licking my pussy and clit. I caught my breath, quickly washed my hair, rinsed off and climbed out of the shower. 

"I'm done, Daddy," I called down the stairs as I went into my room to dry off and dress. As I heard my father in the shower, I had the hardest time deciding what to wear. How do I dress sexy without being too obvious? After putting on a sexy white bra and panty set, I chose a cute white sheer cotton summer dress that did little to hide my tanned and toned body beneath it. I applied just a touch of eye makeup and lip gloss, put my hair up in a pony tail and threw on a pair of strappy high heeled sandals. 

As always, my father was ready long before I was. "C'mon Ali, by the time you're done they'll be serving dinner instead of breakfast!" 

I came downstairs and saw my very handsome father in his beige summer chinos and a blue button down sport shirt. He looked so yummy I couldn't help but walk up to him and kiss him softly on the lips.

"I love you Daddy."

He returned the kiss and the admiring look. "I love you too, pumpkin." He hadn't called me that since I was little and it made me tingle all over. He took my hand and led me to the car, holding my car door open for me like a gentleman. (He always hated boys who pulled up to the house and honked their horns for me and would not let me leave the house until they came to the door.)

At the restaurant I ordered a waffle with whipped cream and fresh fruit and, true to form, my father ordered his tried and true swiss and mushroom omelet and coffee.

"So, Ali...I'm not sure where we are supposed to go with this."

"What's the matter?" I felt slightly panicked - was he rejecting me already? 

"Well, it's all so strange. You're my daughter, Ali, and this isn't the usual father-daughter relationship." 

"Why can't we just enjoy being with each other and see where it goes?"

"Besides being your father, someone may get hurt – maybe both of us. You're 18 and starting college in the fall. Normal girls go away to school and find boyfriends to complain about their fathers to." 

"Who said I'm normal? Besides, isn't that a risk in all relationships? You know, it could make visiting weekends at school more fun." I couldn't help but smirk.

Daddy smiled. "How did you get some worldly and wise at 18?"

"From you, Daddy."

"Doubtful." He smiled. Then he looked at me lovingly and took my hand in his. "I love you, Ali," he said reassuringly.

"I love you too Daddy." Somehow I knew that it would be ok whatever happened in the end. With that we finished eating our breakfasts in contented silence.

Back in the car, my father asked "where now, Ali? I took the day off just to be with you so let's enjoy it."

"We could go home and go swimming." 

"We can do that anytime. Why don't we drive out up the coast and walk along the beach?"

"Can we go the mall afterwards and go shopping? I haven't been spoiled by you in awhile, you know."

"I spoil you everyday, Ali!"

"That's not the point." I snuggled closer to him in the car, rubbing his thigh as he drove. "I can buy some sexy lingerie to surprise you with later, Daa-dee" I whispered in his ear in my best little girl voice as my hand began rubbing his stiffening crotch. 

"Ali – this isn't the safest time or place for this...", his voice trailing off as my hand began rubbing his growing bulge more intensely. "Ali, please...this is dangerous."

"Oh, is Daddy getting hard again for his little girl again?" I continued in my "baby girl" voice as I unzipped his chinos, reaching inside and pulling out his growing erection. "Mmm...Daddy has a treat for me and it looks so yummy!" I said just before swooping down and taking it into my mouth.

"Oh my gu...Ali...please!"

After a few moments, I felt him harden completely in my mouth. I then used my tongue to bathe the head of his cock and massage its underside as my hand pumped the shaft. By this point my father had given up any pretense of resistance and just focused on keeping the car on the Parkway as I sucked his cock. Knowing I had won this round, I decided I would give a hot, intense blow job sure to get him off quickly. I took him deep into my mouth, sucking him hard as my fingers played with his balls. As I felt him hardening and nearing orgasm, I moved my hand deeper into his pants, using my fingers to massage the area around his asshole. When I started to insert the tip of my index finger, he nearly jumped out his seat, cumming almost instantaneously. As he filled my mouth with his hot sticky cum, I pumped him and swallowed every drop, making sure not to stain his chinos. When he was done, I licked him clean and put his cock away, kissing his cheek as I zipped him back up. 

"Thank you Daddy! Are you feeling better?" I asked, feigning innocence?

"I was right Ali – you are trying to kill me."

"Never, Daddy! You're too cute." I squeezed his hand for emphasis. Taking his hand in mine, I asked "so where are we going anyway?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to go lingerie shopping?"

"Naughty Daddy!" Caressing his hand in mine, I looked at him at said "I love you Daddy."

"I love you too, pumpkin", he responded with a squeeze.

With that we drove to the mall. But that's another story. 



Summer of Love Ch. 03



It was Daddy's birthday and I wanted to give him a special birthday present. I reserved a beachfront suite at the Parker hotel, spent more of Daddy's money shopping for a special evening dress and lingerie, and left him a note telling him to meet at the hotel bar at 7 PM. The note was sealed with a lipstick kiss and the scent of his favorite perfume.

I had checked into the hotel early to prepare for the evening. I showered, shaved and dressed for dinner, carefully putting on my makeup. I looked in the mirror and surprised even myself. I had chosen an impossibly short, backless black dress held up by the barest spaghetti straps. I decided to go braless so that Daddy (and anyone else looking) could get an eyeful during dinner. I chose a skimpy black thong and a pair of black, open-toed 4" sandals. I wore a little more makeup than usual, trying to get the sultry eyes I'd read how to get in Cosmo, and the red lips that drive men to distraction. I also made sure to match my fingers and toes to the lipstick. I also put my hair up, accenting my next and shoulders. I was more than pleased with myself. I'd been told I was "cute" or "pretty" before, but tonight I looked hot. Fuckably hot. I only wondered what Daddy's eyes would see.

I headed down to the bar a little early to relax. If I had any doubts about my appearance, they were laid to rest by the looks I received from several men at the bar. Even the bartender -- a very handsome gentlemen in his 30s who I might have pursued but for Daddy -- eyed me appreciatively. As I approached the bar, the bartender whose name was Greg -- asked if he could get me something. I asked for a glass of Chardonnay. Looking at me with a wistful smile, he returned with my glass and refused my money. He leaned in and whispered, "This drink's on the house beautiful, but next time wait until you're 21 so I don't lose my job." I blushed at his sweet smile and thanked him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze as he set down my wine. He shook his head playfully and went back to serving other customers.

I took my glass of wine and sat at the bar. I crossed my legs and sipped my wine, enjoying the attention my smooth, tanned bare 18-year old legs were receiving in the bar. It wasn't long before a 40-ish businessman in a loosened tie and the scent of several vodka martinis approached me and offered to buy me a drink. I declined, showing him my nearly full glass. 

"Well, then," he asked, "what would it take to get you into my bed tonight?" 

Although I hadn't expected such a blunt come-on, I managed to retort "I'm sorry, but I don't think you could afford it." I giggled slightly as I sipped my wine. "Try me, bitch...."

Before he finished Greg came over and asked the man to back off and have a seat elsewhere, offering him a martini on the house. He begrudgingly accepted and went to the end of the bar.

"So why are you here, gorgeous?" Greg asked.

"I'm meeting someone for dinner, actually."

"Whoever he his, he's quite the lucky young man. Perhaps if he stands you up, I could substitute?" he joked.

"Perhaps!" I smiled back. Perhaps, if it weren't for Daddy....Just then I felt a hand on the small of my bare back and saw my father standing beside me looking as handsome as ever in his navy Armani suit. 

"Hi Daddy!" 

I stood up, through my arms around his neck and kissed him with all my soul, holding him tightly. After breaking our kiss, my father held my hands and stepped back, looking me up head-to-toe. I spun lightly under his inspection. 

"You look ravishing, Ali!"

I blushed, "Thanks Daddy!"

"So what's all this about?" he asked.

"'This' is called taking you out for your birthday, you silly old man! Our table should be ready." 

"Then let me go to the men's room and then we'll go to our table, ok Princess?" With that he kissed he softly and walked away. I sat back down on my stool and finished my wine while Greg gave me a smile and an approving nod as he toweled off some glasses.

Daddy came back a few moments later and we were seated for dinner. My father ordered for both of us as I sat in a cloud of admiration, contentment and lust. He was a beautiful man with whom I had been hopelessly in love since I was 8 and I wanted to give myself fully to him tonight.

As dinner progressed, our conversation moved from the mundane to the stimulating to the arousing, occasionally interrupted by a waiter or busboy lingering at the table, often trying to get a good look at my nearly exposed breasts. I could tell my father appreciated their efforts as much as I did by the amused look on his face. By dessert, we were feeding each other strawberries and cream. It was an erotic show that drew attention from several diners.

After paying the check (Daddy wouldn't dream of letting me pay!), I took his hand and told him that I had a suite for us upstairs and that we were going to make love until dawn. He looked at me, smiled, and took me in his arms in the lobby, kissing me sweetly and lovingly as he caressed my face. 

"Take me upstairs and make me your whore" I whispered as I looked into Daddy's big brown eyes.

He whisked me away to the first open elevator, but an elderly couple joined us before the doors closed. We stood in the back of the elevator politely holding hands, prompting the matronly woman to ask my father, "is she your daughter? She's lovely!" 

I looked at Daddy who smiled and responded, "No, she's my wife and we're on our honeymoon!" My father squeezed my hand, as if to emphasize the joke. 

The woman's smile turned to a disapproving scowl while her husband looked at me appraisingly, smiled and gave Daddy a nod. They exited at the next floor and our suppressed laughter escaped just as the doors closed. 

I closed in on my father, my fingers smoothing his tie, and asked "so are you going to take your wife to bed, honey?" 

His hands grabbed my ass and pulled me to him, and said "are you my virgin bride, Princess?" he asked before kissing my neck. 

"I'll be anything you want" I moaned as the elevator door opened. 

Taking Daddy by the hand, I led him to Suite 908. I handed him the key and he opened the door, holding it for me. 

"Aren't you going to carry your new bride over the threshold?" I mocking asked. 

With that he picked me up, cradling me in my arms with my arms around his neck, and carried me into the room. Kicking the door closed with his foot, he carried me to the bed and gently laid me down. 

He began to loosen his tie before I stopped him. 

"No Daddy, this is your night and I want the pleasure of undressing you." 

Standing up I loosed my father's tie, slipping it off his neck and tossing it to the bed. "We may need this later," I smiled. He looked down at me with one eyebrow raised. I then slipped his jacket off and carefully placed on the valet, with daddy's hand caressing my ass. Turning back to him I unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time, kissing his chest with each inch of exposed skin. I pulled his shirt out of pants, and after undoing the last few buttons, removed his shirt.

I then sat on the bed and pulled him to me by his belt. Kissing his belly, I unbuckled him, slid his pants down, and exposed his black briefs tented by his obvious erection. I cupped his balls through the briefs and began stroking him slowly as my lips kissed his cotton covered cockhead, my eyes looking into his. 

My fingers reached the band of briefs ready to pull them down when Daddy stopped me. 

"Be Daddy's good little slut and strip for me, babygirl." 

His words were charged with a fresh electricity that made my pussy quiver. 

"Yes Daddy," was all I could say.

Daddy removed his pants, socks and shoes and lay on the bed in just his briefs. I stood and readied to remove my top when he again stopped me. 

"No, Ali -- I mean strip to music. Dance for me, remove everything except those slutty little shoes, and then get your sexy ass over here on the bed where you belong." 

His words made my pussy tingle more as I put on the music and began a little "booty dance" for Daddy. As my hips moved in sensual circles to the music, he eyed me appreciatively as he gently rubbed his cock through his briefs. 

At fist I undid my hair, letting my long blonde tresses fall to my shoulders. Then I teasingly worked the hem of my dress up my bare thighs, giving him glimpses of my little black thong. I danced like this for a bit, working the dress up to just above my breasts, my hands covering them and squeezing them. Then I worked the dress over my head and tossed it aside, dancing in just my thong and heels. 

Daddy lowered his briefs and exposed his full hard cock. Grasping it firmly, he began stroking it as he watched me. 

Inspired, my dancing became sexier and I spent a great deal of time playing with my breasts and teasing Daddy with my thong -- playing with the straps, slipping my hand into the front to touch my pussy and then licking my finger clean -- until eventually removing it and tossing it at Daddy's face. He picked it up, sniffed and moaned, then tossed it aside while motioning me to the bed. 

"Come to bed and suck Daddy's cock, Princess."

Slipping onto the bed, I straddled his legs and slid his briefs all the way off. Kneeling on the bed between Daddy's legs, I gently stroked his cock before leaning over and taking him into my mouth. Looking into his eyes, I slipped my red lips around the head and slid down the shaft before pulling back up. I held him firmly while swirling my tongue around the head, before kissing and tonguing my way down to his big, lovely balls. I took each one into my mouth, before licking his ass. 

"Oh yes, you nasty little slut -- I love that!" 

I circled his ass with my tongue a few more times while stroking his cock with my hand before moving my lips back to the head. Looking into his eyes, I took him back into my mouth and began sucking him in earnest. 

He pulled my hair up so he could watch as I sucked him. Then he put his hand on the back of my head and said, "You want to be daddy's whore? Then let Daddy fuck your dirty little whore mouth while you finger your pussy." 

With that he began to pump my mouth while my fingers began playing with my clit. I was so wet and aroused I knew I wouldn't last long. 

"That's it babygirl, suck your Daddy's cock. Be Daddy's nasty little slut." 

His words set me off and I came hard, my moans barely muffled by the hard cock in my mouth. 

He then pulled my mouth off his cock, and told me to get on my hands and knees. 

"I'm going to fuck you hard, you sexy little bitch." 

Kneeling behind me he slipped into my pussy while grasping my hips. He began pumping me, continuing with his dirty talk. 

"That's it, Princess. I'm going to fuck your sweet little pussy good and hard. I saw you flirting with the men in the bar, letting them look at your hot little body. You liked all the attention, didn't you?" 

"Yes, Daddy," I responded.

As he continued talking and fucking me, my hand went back to my clit and rubbed furiously. 

"I knew it, babygirl. You liked being the sexy little bar slut, letting the men think your pretty little pussy was for sale, didn't you?" 

"Mmm hmm." 

His pumping became faster and faster and I came closer and closer to orgasm. 

"I bet that bartender would have loved fucking your tight little pussy. I saw him looking at you all dressed up like a little whore. Seeing those men want you made me so horny. I could tell they all wanted your lips around their cocks, to fuck your tight young pussy. But you're my slut, my sexy whore. God you look so fucking hot tonight!" 

With those words, Daddy and I came simultaneously in powerful, soul draining orgasms. 

His movements slowed as he his cum drained from his balls, filling me deep inside, and the waves of my orgasm subsided. Gently, we collapsed together onto the bed clutching each other, spooning with his arms wrapped around me tightly, our legs entwined. 

"Did you like being my whore, Ali?" 

I blushed "Yes. The dirty talk really turned me on." 

"I love you so much, Ali" he said as he kissed my neck. 

"Me too Daddy. Happy Birthday." 

I turned around to face him, kissed his lips, and snuggled into Daddy's chest. We lay there for awhile, enjoying each other's closeness, until I got up to go to the bathroom. 

"When you're done peeing, take off those shoes, get comfortable and come back to bed. It's still my birthday for a few more hours." 

"Yes Daddy!" I said in my best good girl voice. 

The night was young and I hadn't even given him my surprise yet, so I picked up the bottle of Maximus lubricant I had brought with me and put it on the nightstand as I got back into bed. 

"What's that for?" Daddy asked. 

"You'll see, old man!" I giggled as I slipped back into bed.



Summer of Love Ch. 04



My father's birthday outing proved to be a major turning point in our relationship. As I described in Chapter 3, I took my father to a hotel for a night of sexual delights which culminated in my giving him that one part of myself no man had ever had. Although my Dad had never said or intimated anything, somewhere in my mind I began to regret that I was not a virgin for him. It was a fantasy that kept playing over and over in my head; that Dad should have been my first and I was sad that he wasn't. So on his birthday, I decided to offer that part of my untouched by any man: my ass.

The thought of it made me nervous. I had heard and read many things about anal sex - some good and some bad - and didn't know what to expect. I only knew to be prepared and trust that Dad's sexual and life experience and know he would never do anything hurt me.

The experience itself was both the most erotic and most frightening moment of my young life to that point. When I told my father of my ultimate gift while snuggling after his initial birthday fuck, he seemed hesitant. 

"Is this something you really want, Princess?"

"Yes Daddy," I reassured him, kissing his lips sweetly and softly. But the truth was I was as scared as a little girl.

"I'm more than flattered -- no woman has ever offered that, not even your mother. You don't have to do this -- it's ok." 

When I heard my father was as inexperienced with anal sex as I, it somehow made me want it more -- something that bond us closer, or so I thought.

The act itself was a blur. I remember lying on the bed with my ass in the air tightly hugging a pillow, using it to muffle my moans of pain mixed with pleasure as my Dad's cock fucked my tight, virgin ass. Despite how much lubricant we used, it hurt. But it was also an incredible turn being fucked by my father in the ass like this, being used just like a pleasure toy, bringing out in me a dark submissive side I hadn't really known. It wasn't long before he came, filling me with his cum, and collapsing in exhaustion. After I cleaned up, I return to bed to find him asleep, snuggling into has back before falling asleep as well. 

The next morning I was sore. We showered and dressed separately and barely spoke over breakfast. Something was on his mind and he didn't want to share it with me. He dropped me off at home on his way to work, and gave me a very nonsexual, fatherly peck on the cheek. 

"I love you Dad," I meekly offered.

"I love you too, Princess."

The next several days were the same. He avoided me by leaving for the office before I awoke, and came in late after I was asleep. We communicated with notes on the fridge or by the phone. It seemed our relationship regressed, being less affectionate than before it turned sexual. My last note to him read: 

"Dear Daddy -- We need to talk. Please! I love you!!! - Ali." 

That was on Thursday and he didn't respond.

Things came to a head Friday afternoon. My soreness was mostly gone and I wanted my father back. I was sunning myself out back in nothing by my skimpiest white bikini and sunglasses hoping to get his attention when he came. Instead, Ritchie the pool boy showed up.

I knew Ritchie from school. He was in my class and had cleaned our pool every summer since he was 14. He was actually pretty cute -- curly mousy brown hair, dark eyes and very tan. But he was also very, very shy, especially around girls. When he said hello to me, I could hardly hear him. I smiled and returned his hello before going back to my Cosmo.

As Ritchie cleaned the pool I noticed he was eying me as inconspicuously as he could. I'm not sure what came over me, but I decided to have some fun and tease him a bit. If my Dad was going to ignore me, at least I could get someone to pay attention to me! I struck several poses I knew would show off my barely covered ass and breasts, and whenever I caught Ritchie staring I would just smile at him before he looked away. We played this game until I decided to up the ante.

"Ritchie, could you do me a favor please?"

"Sure, Alissa. What is it?" he replied softly. He was the only boy I knew who didn't call me "Ali" and for some reason I thought it was cute.

"Could you put some sunscreen on my back? I can't reach it and I feel like I'm burning back there. Please?"

"Umm...well...I guess...."

"Thank you!" I handed him the sunscreen and lay on my belly. "Let me just untie this to make it easier." I undid my top and let it fall to the sides.

He started to apply the lotion to me very tentative at first, until I encouraged him to rub it in deeper and harder. He followed my instructions and was soon into an almost rhythmic massage, which I thoroughly enjoyed, especially after being ignored by my father for almost a week.

"Mmm...don't stop -- that feels good."

It was then that I heard my father's car door.

"I better get back to work -- it sounds like your Dad's home," Ritchie said nervously.

"That's our neighbor's car -- he won't be home for hours." I lied. 

"Are you sure?"

"Mmm hmm! Now get back to what you were doing, sweetie!" he smiled and resumed his massage. I knew Ritchie was getting excited, and let my fingers "accidentally" brush against his erection though his shorts. 

I could sense my father in the house watching us and I wanted to piss him of and get his attention. I decided to be bold.

"Ritchie, could you get my butt too?" I smiled almost innocently.

"Are y...y...y...you sure?" his growing nervousness was almost too cute!

"Please?"

He began to rub sunscreen into my butt cheeks and it was making me as crazy as it was Ritchie. As he did so, I started lightly caressing Ritchie's hard on through his shorts, letting him push it against my hand. I moaned just to let him know it was ok.

"Could you get one more spot, Ritchie?" I asked, sitting up and exposing my breasts to him. Caressing them lightly, I looked at him over my sunglasses, engaged his beautiful brown eyes, and with pouty lips said, "We would them to burn, would we?"

His hands nervously applied the sunscreen to my breasts, getting bolder with each moment and caress. Soon there was no more pretense of a massage -- he was playing with them and enjoying them. "God, Alissa, they're so beautiful!"

"Thank you! Mmm -- that feels so fucking good!"

I had no idea what my Dad was thinking or doing at this point. Only knew that Ritchie was fulfilling a need.

As his hands explored my breasts and nipples, my hands went to his shorts and pulled them down, releasing his straining cock into my hands. To my surprise, he was much larger than I had expected, especially from someone so girl shy. I put some sunscreen in my hands and began to stroke him. From his reaction I knew he wouldn't last very long.

"Come here" as if speaking to his cock, and I pulled his hardness between my breasts, pushing them together, "fuck my tits." He dutifully obeyed and after just a few strokes, he came all over my tits, and even got some on my chin. "That's it, baby...cum for me!"

As his orgasm subsided, he looked to me confused, wanting further instructions. I looked up at him, smiled, and said "shhh -- it's our secret!" I used my towel to wipe him off and pulled his shorts back up. I then stood, cleaned off my breasts with the towel, and went inside to clean up. 

I didn't get much further than the screen doors when I saw my father by the kitchen window, his face red with anger. We looked at each other in silence, and I proceeded upstairs to my room. He followed me, yelling "where are you going, Alissa. We need to talk, especially after that little display."

"Leave me alone, Daddy, we'll talk after my shower."

"We need to talk now, young lady. I'm your father!"

"My father? You're fucking me! At least you were until a week ago when you stopped talking to me! Let me go - I need to shower!" I yelled as I walked into my room.

He followed me, getting angrier, and grabbed my arm. 

"I said we need to talk, NOW little missy!"

"Let go of me!" I pulled away, but he took hold of me again as I struggled to get free. 

What happened after that remains a blur. Somewhere in our struggle he threw me face down on my bed, ripped off my bikini bottom, and impaled me with his cock. 

"So the little whore is still wet from playing with the pool boy, huh? Is that what you are Ali? A nasty little fucking whore? Fucking any cock that pays attention to you?" 

At first I pleaded and struggled. "Please Daddy -- stop!"

"Fuck you, whore!" he thundered and smacked my ass so hard I started to cry. After that, I laid there as he thrust in and out of my pussy with increased anger and force. While I wanted his attention, this was not what I had in mind. When I cried louder in submissive helplessness, he just fucked me harder and faster. "That's it whore -- cry -- as if I give a shit!" The man forcing himself on me was not the gentle man who raised me, the man with whom I made love all summer. It was a monster, a demon of my own creation.

Within minutes he grunted and unloaded his sperm in my pussy. When he was done he pulled out, zipped up and left me crying on my bed.

After awhile I managed to get myself into the shower, trying to watch the day off of my body. I then put on some panties and a t-shirt and climbed into bed, trying to digest it all. Oddly enough, the only release I could find was to masturbate and fall asleep.

What seemed like an eternity later, my father woke me up for dinner. Only I wasn't in my bed; I was in bikini by the pool. I got up and threw a t-shirt over my bikini and joined my Dad for dinner. God -- was the whole thing a weird, twisted dream?

Dinner was quieter than usual. Between my dream and my father's back rub earlier I was feeling both awkward but incredibly horny. After dinner, I cleaned up and Dad went upstairs to shower. While he showered, I picked up the phone and made a call.

"Hi, can I please speak to Ritchie?"



Summer of Love Pt. 01



Several years ago, an anonymous someone took the time to write a long paragraph encouraging me to better edit the story they would have enjoyed more without the errors that now seem so obvious with time. Someday I'll redo Sheila and Her Friends in honor of that astute comment and because first stories, like other firsts, are sweet to remember. Thanks for that comment and others. I hope to hear from all you. 

This new story is a long one, featuring reluctance and romance and sex and magic. All characters are 18 and over, some by centuries... Enjoy! 

***** 

Sirens 

Looking at me, you can tell by my blush, it's enough just to remember, to sink down deep into the heat of that summer, to relive moist memories like naughty invitations. Where Sally and Jill, Milly and Janie, and me-lucky me-spent that summer waitressing at Crabbies, when we all became sirens singing our secret songs together in the salty, unforgettable ocean breeze. 

Crabbies is an informal eatery: big glass windows in wood frames propped open to the ocean, waves lapping past the dock not twenty feet away, no screens to block the view or stifle the breeze. 

Here I am, just eighteen, ready to work the summer. Extra cash for college in the fall, you know the drill. Who knew the curriculum of summer love would change me forever. 

Everyone but me (now you know how insecure I am) thinks I'm hot. They compare me to the foxy ladies in their airbrushed panties, bigger than life, on the windows of the Victoria Secret store. 'Hey girl! Get your wings on! Strut your stuff!' Maybe my butt does wiggle as they say, 'way cool,' but I'm unconscious to the sexiness that pulls them in like a magnet. Maybe it's my pale red hair, fluffy and wind blown, growing wild everywhere. 

Here we are, then: fresh young girls, on their own for the summer-a little bit squirrelly, not always there, duh, since we know nothing: Just smile, get their order and bring it back to the right table and the right seat. How hard could it be? Harder than you think.-But you'd be surprised what a megawatt smile and a sexy butt can do to cover up yet another goof. 

Free room and board, if you don't mind the company: All of us together in a big attic room two floors above the restaurant with windows always open at the gables. Breezy enough for sleep and private enough...well, we'll get to that. We call it the pigpen since some of us drop everything we own, clothes, panties, shoes, brushes just about anywhere. Jill, a wispy blond who walks like a cat, being the worst offender. (I thought cats were fastidious-always licking themselves clean-or in Jill's case, as we would soon discover, just licking.} 

Every summer, the tourists drive in for 'the season,' as they put it, desperate to be done with the city heat. They park their flashy cars over by the rows of condos and oddly built homesteader houses, now mostly rentals, overlooking the ocean. Most of them go for back to nature bragging rights where it's a badge of honor to claim the fewest miles driven during the season. When they're not on the beach baking in the sun, they stroll the board walk where a dozen businesses benefit from the island's isolation to make their whole year's profit. 

Look at us: Slinky Jill, whom you've met, our partners in crime Sally, Milly, Janie, and me, Julie. All of us are tramping around the dressing room behind the kitchen making fun of our skimpy outfits. Let me try to do these rags the justice they don't deserve. First, we have the blouse with the typical melons-for-the-picking cleavage. Except for the budding strippers among us, we were hesitant to expose ourselves until Janie, the second year veteran, told us about the 40% increase in tips after the blouses were introduced last summer. Higher education does require sacrifice but maybe not for the bloomers-there is no better word-for the pirate shorts that tightly ride the contours of our ass before they billow down to tighten again at mid thigh. 

Bending low, Sally, a shy, thin black girl, takes a chance and wiggles her booty, while asking, "Think they'll mistake me for a big sister?" 

"Big enough!" Laughs Milly, as she pats Sally's butt. 

"I hope the customers don't do that." Sally says, shocked that Milly, this dark-haired Cuban beauty, would so casually touch her butt. 

"Maybe you need butt training." Janie says. "With a little practice you can spot the leaches and avoid their side of the table." 

"How?" 

"OK, let's see, Milly is a hot Latin lover-wicked wide smile and gleaming teeth, the better to devour you." Milly leans provocatively against Sally and smirks. Sally shivers and looks away. 

"Don't look away. It's like those Indians taming a cobra; pay attention to the eyes." 

"Jeez, Janie, he's not a cobra," Jill says, "but he's got a snake!" and giggles. Sally smiles glad to have the attention diverted from her. 

"Anyway," Janie says, removing her bikini shorts and stepping into the pirate bloomers. (Her legs are so fit, Sally thinks, as Janie shimmies into the tight outfit. Sally wonders if she'll get use to this informal intimacy. She's already worried about the pigpen.) 

"Take the occasional feel in stride." Janie smiles at Sally. "If it gets to be a problem, talk to Ray. Ray's the big guy who collects the trays and washes the dishes in the kitchen." 

"What's Ray gonna do?" 

"He'll take over for you and bring the order to the table. You finish the service like you just stepped away to pee. Seeing Ray is usually enough stop Romeo is his tracks." 

Then Janie winks at Sally, "But sometimes, you see, you'll want to follow those tracks wherever they lead...maybe even down to the water and into the dark, where the sirens sing." 

"Sirens?" I say, not sure I heard her right. 

Janie is leaning against a locker, her slim body relaxed, her brown hair trim and bouncy, a fun girl, who somehow looks strong. After that summer, a better way to describe our dear sweet Janie, would be dominant-dominant as in whips and gag balls and slippery fists. For now she is our fount of unpublished information... 

"It's a legend: Under the full moon, when the tide is high, the sirens come...or I should say a siren comes. Collie calls the siren, Her, like she is just there ready to rock n roll, stepping from the water to give her girls, as Collie says, "Something special." 

Sally blushes, maybe a faint premonition rising, as her eyes dart toward mine, blinking. She wants to ask what Janie means by sirens and something special, but is interrupted. 

There's a knock on the door and before anyone can answer in steps Collie, our queen bee manager. Some of the returning girls call her shaggy, as in (a) the voluptuous mane of her blond hair that frizzles every which way in the salty air or (b) the best slut ever, fuck-friend of any and every-even girls, if the rumors we will soon hear are true-girls like us, girls ripe for the picking. 

Collie smiles broadly, hugs generously, and laughs happily as she meets her returning waitresses and is introduced to the new girls by Janie. 

"This is Jill, one of our virgins, ready for the randy's!" 

"And this is Sally, another virgin. She is from Hoboken and likes her..." and here Janie affectionately pats Sally's rump like she owns it. 

"Hi!" Sally says to Collie, as she glints at Janie, "And this is Janie of the wandering hands. Over there is Milly, also of the wandering hands. Anyone else want to pat my butt!" 

"Tit for tat! Oh, a butt to pat...I love it," Jill giggles and hugs Sally as her fingers playfully trace the curve of her butt, "thank you for the invitation!" 

Collie laughs as Milly and Janie and I rush to join Jill to give Sally their own hugs. ("Sorry," Jane whispers, her lips lightly brushing Sally's ear, "I didn't mean to dis you, sweetie.") 

Sally rolls her eyes, but can't help feeling good in the arms of all these girls, as a broadly smiling Collie says, "What a great way to start the season!" 

Little do they know, Collie thinks, looking at them so happy being hugged together: this is the season of wonder, the summer of love, where mermaids swim in the either-Her in particular-unseen but oh so surely felt. This is lust and love all a flutter, when their magic makes us all too easy, all too happy, flesh to flesh, just us girls together, no sharks in the deep blue sea, only the yummy of pussies, swollen in hunger, like tidal waves lapping the moon, we rise and fall, wavelets of wonder, tasting the heavenly together...of each other. 

Settling In...When Sally Meets Jill 

Our first day is not too bad: With a few weeks to go before the rush starts, there's just a trickle of customers. Those that we do serve are regulars conditioned to the hazards of breaking in newbies. Looking at their laid back clothes, we can tell there are no formalities, no boundaries, as we will soon learn, to fence in our fun here in the summer sun. 

After work, we climb the three flights of stairs to the attic. (By the end of the season, even on our busiest day, we'll take these stairs two at a time, eager to be home in the cuddly wonder of ourselves together.) Now all we can do is look around us, some sullen and some curious, studying our new roommates, wondering whether we'll be happy together. 

First up is sweet Sally who is wondering how the she will get along with these other-dare she think it-white girls, girls who aren't like her unruly friends back in Hoboken, those hardy girls who you do not want to cross, whose butt you would not want to pat. Although, she mused, some would welcome the opportunity if only to attack you with their holier than thou comeuppance. Still here I am, she thinks, to make some cash and to make the best of it. I want to have fun, I want... Oh, hell, the interior dialogue stops, why is Jill sitting on my bed? 

"Hi!" Sally says, "You're on my bed..." 

"No chairs." Jill mutters, as she sorts through the bulging duffle at her feet. 

Sally looks around the room. Five beds are at various angles about the room. Three are along the wall, another is under the window dormer on the East side while her bed is under the opposite dormer, the one she chose earlier hoping the breeze would blow away the attic heat. As for chairs, not many are available. Not that there weren't chairs aplenty, Just that each one holds a suitcase or a duffle or boxes with books. (Is someone really going to study this summer?) Sigh, my bed... 

"Where's your bed, Jill?" Sally asks as nicely as her irritation will allow. Not nicely enough, it turns out... 

"This is my bed," Jill says, not even looking up at her, as she pulls more wrinkled clothes out of the duffle onto the bed. 

"No, I was here first. I put my stuff on this bed," Sally says, suddenly realizing that her stuff was on the floor by the other bed, one of the three lined up across the room. 

"Isn't that your stuff over there?" Jill smirks. 

"Not for long!" Sally grumbles, as she walks across the room and picks up her suitcase and the bag of food her mom insisted she bring. Back to her bed she marches, and drops them on top of the bed not far from Jill's growing pile. Then she lays down along the side of the bed and rests her feet on the suitcase, her head on the pillow, her eyes hard on Jill. (She is this close to putting her dirty shoes on top of the Jill's clothes, this close, but...maybe it's just a mistake.) 

Jill isn't having it. She pushes the suitcase off the bed, leaving Sally's feet to dangle a moment before they are swiftly on Jill's backside and where she pushes-hard. Jill lands on the floor with a thump and turns furiously on Sally. 

"Oh, so you want some, huh!" and flies across the bed and lands on top of Sally. Jill pens Sally's arms to her side and stares into the girl's face, watching for capitulation, but instead she finds steel and something more, something too subtle for her anger, something softly yielding, something wanting... Sally pushes up and the girls rolls along the narrow bed until they both fall off into the cramped space between the dormer and the bed, with Jill on the bottom. 

"Get off me, slut!" Jill shouts. 

Sally just smiles and presses her weight down on Jill. "Slut? You are calling me a slut, girl?" 

With a wicked smile, she goes on, "Maybe this is where you belong in the crack by my bed, like a crack wh..." 

"Hey! Hey!" Janie intervenes, "Let me help you all up. These beds are a little shaky, no?" Jane adds as she pulls Sally off and pushes the bed out of the way to dislodge Jill. Then she's fussing, brushing and straightening their clothes, and generally mothering them into simpering resentment instead of outright war. 

"It's mine-my bed!" 

"Sweetie," Janie strokes Jill's shoulders and hugs her, "Sally's stuff was here first." 

Jill looks around at Janie and surveys the room, her smile slowly forming as she glances from the startled faces of Milly and Julie ("Catfight. First day. Damn!" I think.) Finally, she turns to Sally, her smile big and holds out her hand in a truce. 

Sally tepidly touches the outstretched fingers-long, thin, graceful. She is startled by their beauty. Jill pulls her into her body and hugs her snuggly, too snuggly, before she says, for all to hear, "Guess we'll just have to share!" 

Sally reaches up and grabs Jill's biceps to push her away, but as she squeezes those wiry pale white arms with her strong dark hands, she sees (if only she knew what) the same hesitation, the same yearning, a wanting...for what? So instead of a shove, or a pinch, she holds her steady, and decides to call her bluff and says, "My bed is your bed, but not today!" 

Jill blinks, startled, and looks down at those strong hands, hands that can hold and contain. Before she can stop herself, she quickly leans in and gives Sally a quick wet kiss most directly on her lips, and then to keep up the facade, she adds, "I hope you sleep naked, bitch!" The other girls giggle and hoot and, as they did so naturally downstairs, come to them and surround them in warm hugs. Sally still holding onto to Jill (Why is that? she wonders) just shakes her head as her frown fades, and she finally laughs with the rest of them. 

After the excitement of the fight, the chatter swirling around them dies down. The overhead lights are off. Most of the girls are lying this way and that, barely dressed, the better to catch the ocean breezes made surprisingly cool after the sun sets. Their skin glows soft, glimmering in the shadows, inviting shy stares under the dim light of a table lamp. You just have to be patient and wait for the right hour there in the dark of the night, now cool and mysterious, lulling you to dreamland by the sounds of the lapping waves. Sally hears the first light snores. That must be Janie over by the other window, she thinks. As her eyes close, she wonders whether she'll have a visitor and what she'll do if she does. 

Jill is almost asleep, too. Almost. She thinks of the strong hands that held her steady, hands that didn't push her away. A few dreamy moments later, like a sleep walker, she quietly gets up and goes over to where Sally is trying to sleep with one eye open. 

Oh no, thinks Sally, as Jill quietly gets into bed behind her, snuggles a bit and wraps her arms lightly around Sally, her head on Sally's pillow, her breath lightly fluttering the collar of Sally's PJs, and then she snores ever so softly. 

Sally feels the warm body and thinks of her sisters that sometimes came to her bed the same way, like they needed someone close, someone to keep the dead of the lonely night at bay. Jill is not my sister, she thinks, but she remembers the vulnerability of the girl, now breathing in synch, softly purring, and fells a peacefulness settle upon her. It is lonely here away from everyone, she thinks. So, sighing to herself not sure where this will lead, she falls fast asleep to the feel Jill's faint breath and the hug of those thin arms now wrapped comfortably over her belly. She's like a damn purring kitten, Sally thinks with begrudging affection. My own little albino pussy! Wondering, Hmm, where did that bad girl thought come from? 

Across the room, I watch this little drama and wonder what will happen in the morning. Janie, I see is also awake, sitting up in her bed, watching. She notices me and pats her bed, beckoning me to join her. I smile and wave her off, snuggling under the sheet, closing my eyes. I drift off speculating about whether she just wanted to talk or snuggle or...what? 

Milly snores softly as Janie slips in beside her. As she closes her eyes, Janie wonders what Julie will think-maybe she'll even be jealous, and grins into the luxurious black hair of her girlfriend. 

When Jill Kisses Sally 

As the dawn slowly lightens the room. Sally is lying on her back now and Jill is lying in the hollow of her shoulder, her breath like a whisper on what a chagrined Sally finds is her own stiff nipple. 

Sweet Jesus, now what, she thinks, about to dislodge the girl. By some intuition, Jill wraps herself more tightly around Sally, her face now on the slope of Sally's breast. Sally feels her there. Jill's head is like a knife edge of desire, slicing through her drowsiness, moving with each breathe, to cut away her innocence. 

Jill opens her eyes and wonders how she got here on this comfortable girl she almost got in a fight with. Her eyes stare at the rising flowers of the girl's PJs and the big button of the girl's hard nipple now protruding like candy in front of her eyes. Very softly, she raises her arm from around the girls belly and rests her hand just beneath the breast. She's very quiet now, her eyes fast upon the nipple, and then she moves her hand very slowly and cups the full firm underside of Sally's waiting breast. 

Is this crazy bitch still asleep, Sally wonder, then she shudders, her breathing involuntarily increasing. The hand is so warm, yet lightly there as if by accident. Sally slows her breath and then involuntarily (at least that's what she tells herself later) half turns to the girl. Jills lips move that much closer to the swelling nipple-sweet prize!-her eyes glossy, fixed on it. 

With just a shift here and there, Jill thinks, I could taste it. Through her half closed eyes, the better to fake sleep, the breast is like a soft mellon waiting to be eaten. Screw the candy, taste the fruit! Maybe Sally will pretend she's asleep and let me touch it, Jill thinks, just before she extends her long tongue and licks the nipple just under what looks like the print of a faded strawberry on those thin PJs. 

Sally shudders and tightens her arms around the girl, recognizing too late that her movement has pushed the nipple into Jill's open lips. Sally freezes. What will Jill think? How bad will she tease me? 

Nothing seems to happen except the blond girl's lips close over the nipple like a nursing baby sucking away, slip sliding her warm hungry lips, watering the strawberry. Sally feels hot, but she also can't help feeling maternal, like she should cradle the skinny girl as she remembers how Jill's eyes softened when she held her tight after their fight, when she didn't push her away...when she couldn't push her away. Then the temperature of Jill's body shoots up. Sally can feel the heat envelop her, leans into it, the better to take care of this hunger for contact she's unable to resist. 

Sally shrugs, What the hell, the better take away the chill of the morning: My own little hot pad! 

The lull is short. She feels Jill's lips moving, the tongue now really wetting her pajamas. As the swirling tongue does its magic, she holds on tight unable to push her away. Her eyes open wide, darting about the room where the slumbering bodies of the other girls rest. I guess there's some privacy, she thinks, as she gives in to the heat of Jill. She can no longer deny that other heat-the heat between her legs-and unbuttons her PJs, lifting Jill's head a little to pull away the cloth and let her baby play. 




Summer of Love Pt. 01



Jill sighs and snakes her arm onto the taunt belly of the girl she was almost going to hate. Her tongue takes the big nipple in as she presses her cheek against the flesh of these perky big mountains. Her tongue swirls around the outside of the nipple and then along the folds of the breast. On one elbow now she kisses her way up their valley, then over the top and around the side, her eyes gleaming as she now openly watches Sally. 

Sally tries to nudge Jill toward the nipple, but Jill laps the flat of her luscious long tongue just off the precious peak. 

Sally looks Jill in the eye, and whispers, "Are you teasing me, baby girl?" wondering why she called this bitch "baby girl." 

Jill looks at her, eyes misty, as she stretches her body upward, tilting her head so that she can pout her lips, just so, to kiss and capture Sally's half open lips, curve to curve. Sally smiles as her lips enfold Jills, urgently together they press and nibble and taste. Then a tongue licks, and another licks, and the caverns of desire are open and full and irresistible upon their hot hungry mouths. 

Jill pulls away for a moment, her lips wet, almost swollen and whispers in Sally's ear. "You didn't kick me out. It didn't know I was in your bed until I woke up staring at your tit." 

"You did more than stare." 

"Yeah, your baby girl was hungry!" 

She smiles and works her way down, kissing the long sweet neck on her way to Sally's chest and takes the big juicy nipple between her teeth and watches Sally squirm. She nips it, and then a...lick, and again, a nip and then-yes!-the lick: Eyes bright, heart hammering, each nip and lick build their mutual desire, pressing it into their bodies, fused together, on the hot sweet edge of pain. 

Sally reaches out and cups Jill's face, afraid of what those teeth and what those insistent lips might do-how far she might go-but so not wanting her to stop. 

"God girl!" She hisses as quietly as the circumstances will allow, amazed at how wet she is and how fiercely she is holding this wild wanton girl. 

Jill swirls her tongue provocatively around one nipple and then the other, enjoying the tease. A moan escapes Sally. She giggles openly, unable to suppress herself; it is all too much. She has never done this before. Not with a boy and certainly not with a girl. She didn't even know any girls that do. She giggles again,"What is happening to me!" 

We All Watch In Wonder, Each Other Together 

By now, of course-how could it be otherwise-we are all awake watching the spectacle of two girls struggling to stop: There they are in all their feisty hot glory, still licking, still kissing, no one asleep at all, the room faintly smelling of sex. 

We stare in envy at them. How saucy they look together in that narrow bed. Envy! How could this be, I think? This is somehow too close to my hearts' desire...our collective hearts' desire, as we will soon find out: Girls on our own, gone wild with possibility, here in our cozy attic where it seems anything can happen? Is their some love potion swirling in the air, just out of the reach of our more prudent senses? Is this what sirens do? 

Much as we'd like the show to go on, we can't hold in our excitement, each catcall rings clear with our envy 

"Make up sex is the best!" 

"You all can both fight over me-I mean my bed-anytime!" This from Milly, her hand inside her see-thru nighty, a finger stroking her big brown nipple. 

"Look how long that tongue is..." I can't help saying, my face blushing. 

Winking at me, Janie adds, "Jilly, sweetie, can we borrow your tongue, please! Pretty, pretty please!" 

Sally struggles with the sheet now twisted over her half-exposed body and finally manages to cover them both up. All we see then is an outline of what the boys call the great two-backed beast. Except this beast is giggling and laughing and, we're not sure, maybe sniffling. It is still moving, as though one body is getting oh-so comfortable with that other body until there is only one warm squishy body pressed against itself, inseparable. 

I think about this again as I watch them become still, faking sleep, How? Anger and hate, joy and love on the same coin, flip it once and "You're a slut and a whore." Flip it again and it's "baby girl" fast upon the breast and in the heart of the one you angered. 

Now the light is up and we are all getting dressed. A naked Jill smiles shyly as she pokes her head out of the sheet and darts across the room to her old bed to get her things from the floor. Sally blushes, the sheet still wrapped around her as she sits up and looks around the room. As blush tints her burnished skin, she is beauty waiting, as she sees our knowing smiles and feels the unmasked desire behind our speculative eyes. 

Up Sally goes, then, dashing to the bathroom in the hallway wrapped in a sheet like a ghost in heat. Jill runs after her where they are forced to suddenly stop in the shadows of the hallway because the bathroom door is locked. They can hear Milly in their humming a pleasant little tune. As they wait, Sally leans against the wall tucking herself as far as she can into the shadows. Jill just shrugs. What's done is done! And wraps her arms around Sally, holding on tight. Sally shakes her head wryly and does the same, pausing as the comfortable feel of the girl sinks back into her all-too-vivid memory. She smiles, not caring anymore what anyone thinks. 

"So, Jillie, are we going steady now?" Sally smirks, stroking the long slim back. 

"Maybe, if we don't kill each other first." Jill says and adds, "My stupid first boyfriend called me 'Jillie.' I hope you're better than him." 

"If you promise not to tell, I have a secret." 

"Tell!" 

"Promise!" 

Jill shifts her head, letting her cheek possessively follow the curve of Sally's shoulder, up along that wonderful neck she is so fond of until her lips are pressed tight against Sally's. Then she sticks out her tongue, swiping it slowly across plump yummy lips before she says, "Yes, sealed with a kiss!" 

They hear the toilet flush and know that Milly will be out soon. Jill taps her foot, a pantomime of impatience, "Spill!" 

"Your it-my first-ah-adventure." 

"Your first boyfriend, you mean?" Then she pulls Sally's hands to her chest. "These are not the boobies of a boy! They might not be big but..." 

"Are you pouting?" Sally giggles, "I said, 'adventure.'" 

"Because you're afraid to say, 'girlfriend.'" 

"It's only been one night. We don't know each other." 

"Not love at first sight?" Jill asks, staring into Sally's eyes as she slides her hand down Sally's smooth flat belly, slowly down, and down some more, until it is almost there (where it hasn't been before, truth be known, for either of them). As fingers slip down to feel wet panties, Sally's eyes narrow and a hiss escapes her lips as she feels the first touch of hesitant fingertips in the curly hairs of her mound. 

"Jill!" She says and wants to push her hand away, but she is distracted. It's not those exploring fingers. It is the girl's piercing, hungry eyes-so serious, so intent, yet, she feels, somehow innocent. Until... 

"You pussy believes in love a first sight." Jill says, thrusting her wet finger in deeper, until she can feel the wet folds. 

"Thanks!" Sally barks, the mood broken, and pushes Jill away embarrassed by the emotion that almost carried her away. As the door opens, she slips by Milly into the bathroom. She doesn't see Jill's frown, nor her misty eyes, and of course she can't hear Jill say to herself, "Why do I always fuck good things up?" 

Milly steps aside for Sally, thinking she must really have to pee. Then she sees Jill. Sees the stricken look on her face, but can't stop herself from saying, "Lovers quarrel already?" 

"You're next, bitch!" 

"Bring on that hungry tongue of yours, cunt, I can't wait." Milly says by reflex. Where she comes from insults are always answered by greater insults. 

Jill stares at the Latin girl. She sees the now sharp rise of generous breasts beneath the flimsy nightgown Milly's wearing. She see's the fire in her dark eyes. Suddenly, she reaches out and runs her fingers through the thick dark luxurious hair she was admiring on their first day. Milly stares at Jill as she realizes these are the same fingers she thought she saw down in the black girl's pussy. She pulls Jill's hand from her hair and sniffs the fingers. 

"Pussy!" She says and turns on Jill. 

Careful now that she doesn't lose a finger, Jill puts her fingers lightly on Milly's lips,. "Lick them clean then, girl. You know you want to." She adds to egg her on. 

Suddenly, Milly is so turned on by the tension, by the sweet familiar musky smell of pussy, and there up close, by the girl's hot eyes. Fight, flight or fuck? She pauses, the heat rushing through her, and decides, sticking her tongue out to lick Jill's fingers. 

Jill groans and pushes the girl against the wall by the bathroom door. She fits her body against the girl's fleshy curves, thrusts her knee between her legs, and there in the rising hotness wiggles her thigh against Milly's captive pussy. Milly is still licking, startled by the sudden press of Jill's body. I thought she'd be all boney, she thinks before the pressure against her pussy drives away thought. 

Meanwhile, Sally comes out of the bathroom to find the two girls glued together. She watches as Milly stops licking Jill's fingers to kiss her so-called girlfriend feverishly. Well, that was quick, she thinks. Better watch my heart around these girls. 

Out of the corner of her eye, Milly sees Sally staring. She can't help herself. One surprise deserves another, she thinks as she reaches out to pull Sally toward her. 

"I just tasted you on your girlfriend's finger. Now I want the real thing." Milly says as Jill puts her arm around Sally's back to keep her from bolting, to reel her in closer. Now they are all pressed together. Sally is swept along shocked by this latest development. She wonders what Milly is talking about until she blushes remembering exactly where that finger's been. 

"She's not my girlfriend," Sally says and pinches Jill on the cheek, not hard but with a twist so she knows she's pissed. 

"You can twist my titty like that all night long," Milly laughs and snakes her arm between their warm bodies until her hand can squeeze Sally's breast. Jill watches oddly jealous as the hand that is not hers caresses the girl who is frowning at her, but what can she say as her tongue wanders around the sweet mouth that is not Sally's. 

Sally can't move: the girls pressing in on her, those fingers toying with her breast, those lips every which way kissing. What the fuck! She thinks again, surprised at her curse, Now what? It gets worst. Jill turns from Milly and kisses Sally passionately. Milly leans in and presses her lips and tongue in between them, as if to say, one for all and all for one. Sally can't help but open her arms to enfold both girls, hugging them all together as their lips kiss and slobber and gush together. 

Janie and I stare, helplessly. Maybe I should say hopefully as I feel Janie move over to me, her eyes never leaving the kissing girls, her cheeks almost as flushed as theirs, and timidly take my hand. 

Finally, glancing at the clock above their heads, Jane giggles. "Wow, we're all gonna be late!" 

Sally steps back then, and looks at the time and says, "Not me! I'm just a virgin as you like to say. Virgins can't afford to be late!" We all laugh. 

Jill's wet lips twist into a grin, "Me too!" 

Milly drops her hand to pat Sally's butt affectionately, "We'll catch up later!" 

More giggles. Then, there they are again, Janie and me too, all pressed together for yet another hug. 

I'm getting to like these hugs, Sally thinks and squirms-yes, even seductively-as her hips push against my center just as my hand takes it's turn to stroke their firm curve. 

"Everyone just loves to touch my ass," Sally muses as she watches the gleam in my eye. "You, too, Julie!" and winks, making me shiver. 

Ballet Babe 

So ends another day at work, but not without incident even though our lateness went all but unnoticed, just a knowing smile from Collie. The high point was the pirouette of beer, as we've come to know it. Jill, tray in hand, playfully weaves through the tables as she heads for her customers. She balances a full pitcher of beer and four glasses. Sally and I like to watch because her bony thin body is so unexpectedly graceful. Now we stare at the big 48-ouncer teetering on her tray. (We usually try to hold the big pitchers separately, especially the clumsy among us.) Sally tenses as Jill sidesteps a chair only to veer too far to the right least she drench an inattentive customer leaning back in her way. Suddenly, the tray shifts and the pitcher tilts. Holding her breath, Sally watches Jill reach for the awkward pitcher only to see it slip away and crash, glass shattering this way and that, luckily landing between two unoccupied tables. The wave of suds drenches Jill's shoes. Jill is shocked, standing still and forlorn in a puddle of beer, pink with embarrassment. At least she was able to right the tray to avoid more damage. 

"No problem, baby girl," Sally whispers, gently moving her friend to one side as she corrals the broken glass and beer into a small puddle with a squeegee. "Saved the glasses!" she adds with a big smile. "Go get a refill; I'll finish here." 

Jill looks at Sally, her jaw tight, her eyes misty...and then we hear the serenade. One of the regulars has a ukulele and sings a little ditty: 

Ballet babe, 

My waitress, dear! 

Swirl your lovely hair 

And dance with the beer 

Pirouette on a chair, 

As we sing your song, 

Ballet babe so fair! 

The customers all clap. Blushing even more, Jill gives her audience a bow. 

Coming over to survey the damage, a smiling Collie shakes a friendly finger at the songster and wraps an arm around Jill, "Happens to the best of us, no blood, no worries; hell, you even got a song" and laughs as she goes with Jill to get a new pitcher. Handing her another tray, she says, "Best to get back on the horse immediately." 

Later on back in the attic, Sally finds Jill sitting on her own bed, leaning against the wall, fuming. They are alone for once, having left early. 

"So, what's up ballet babe?" She teases oblivious to just how cranky Jill is. 

"Fuck you! Fuck you all! You can have your goddam bed!" 

Sally sees her mistake and being a direct, no-nonsense girl, sits down on the end of the bed and grabs Jill's feet before she can hide them under her too-small nightie. 

"Can't cry over spilt beer and customers that serenade their favorite ballerina." She says as she strokes Jill's feet firmly from ankle to toe, and from toe to ankle, and again, with each pass pressing her fingers, here and-oh, my, there-along the soles of her feet, calming her. She keeps on stroking, her eyes peaceful, not a hint of judgement. 

'That fells good." 

"Hmm..." 

"Sorry to be a bitch!" 

"You are a bitch, baby girl! I was shocked to see you kissing Milly right after..." 

"Right after what?" Jill teases; her feet feel so good. 

"Right after you touched my pussy!" 

"That's what that hot wet thing was, huh?" Jill teases, her mood suddenly light as she looks at Sally and watches her frown until she realizes the tease. 

"I thought it was your hot wet thing 'til I saw your tongue down Milly's throat." 

"She was there when you ran away." 

"I ran away to pee." 

"You ran." 

"Yeah, I ran. Your finger there was just too much too soon, baby girl." 

"Baby bitch is now your baby girl, huh?" Jill teases, smiling, glad they are making up. Glad she is rescued from her bad mood. 

"Maybe..." Sally is suddenly burning hot, filled with desire, with the leftover hunger from their morning flirt. Where she is sitting on the end, she can see under Jill's nightie. She can see the blond bushy hairs of Jill's pussy nestled there vectored by pale white thighs. 

Jill follows her gaze and parts her legs, just enough. 

"You see anything good to eat, Sally?" 

"God, you're gross!" Sally says taking in a sharp breath, but still stares. 

Jill, eager to accommodate, opens her legs wider, "All yours, sweetie!" 

Sally pulls Jill's legs back together. "Quit! You're just a white trash tease, how can I depend on you!" 

"That hurts!" Jill says. Her eyes look sad, her head hangs, until she laughs. "What if I'm really just your white trash sweetie?" 

"I...I..." 

"I want you to depend on me. Like I felt today when you moved me away from the mess and cleaned up after me...like I really was your baby girl when you call me 'baby girl'. I like the way you say it in that husky fuck-me voice of yours." 

Sally, the strong one, feels the pressure build in her chest, feels the hot flush pushing. Without a word, tears and the heat overflow. She flings herself on Jill. Wraps shaking arms around Jill. Presses hungry kisses all over the exposed skin of Jill-her ears, her cheeks, her neck, her lips, especially her hungry wet lips. Sally shudders, planted in the deep lusty earth of her woman, lip-to-lip, her whole body now content all along the warm expanse of Jill. Then her hips begin to really move... 

Naturally, as though timing their arrival at the best possible moment, the rest of the girls clammer up the stairs, their tired feet and weary arms suddenly energized by the sight of their favorite entertainers at it again. This time they sit on the nearest bed, all in a row, and clap,"More! More!" 

In the hallway, we will later discover, Collie stands in the shadows unobserved, watching the girls, watching how enchanted they have already become. Collie thinks of Her, of how proud she will be of her proteges, how she will reward all of these girls, how mellow they soon will all be swooning in their summer of love. 

Janie calls out over the clapping, "Girls gone wild, again! Show us the pussy!" 

Sally, despite the interruption-could I really have gone that far!-giggles. "Ok, Jill of the short, sexy nightie, Janie wants to see your pussy!" Then she moves to one side and lifts Jill's nightie. 

Janie walks over to the bed and pats Jill's pussy, saying, "Nice kitty, come to Mama." 

Not to be out done, Jill takes Janie's other hand and puts it under Sally's pushed up skirt, and says, "Feed your kittens!" 

Janie rises to the challenge. She repositions herself until she is knelling between their legs, thighs snug. Luscious even in her wrinkled pirate uniform, she sits, her butt settling provocatively on those thighs like a rider. She smiles, eyes flashing and leans over them with her long arms and curled fingers to feed her kittens. 

The kittens lie shoulder to shoulder, one sleek and black and the other while and blond, their fine flesh slick, their muscles taunt, glistening, as they race uncontrollably forward, captive under the fingers of their tormenter, driven to where pretty pussies are eaten in hungry gulps, where their innocent eyes now stare in fixed wonder at each other as they cum together in ragged moans. Jill, her flushed cheeks trembling in the afterglow, watches Sally catch her breath, her ebony face glowing. She strokes Sally's face and they lean together to hug and kiss; in deed, to swoon in happy, carefree disarray. 

Later at bedtime, as Sally hears the faint pat of feet and feels the longed-for form of her ballet babe snuggle in close, she turns to face her welcome guest, "Guess, we were waylaid by Janie. Maybe its better to wait, you might have done something you might regret." 

"Why?" 

"You said you wanted to depend on me. What if we're...you know...not compatible?" 




Summer of Love Pt. 01



"You mean...because I'm white trash and you're an uppity black bitch." 

"Not exactly that-I'm really sorry to call you names, slut" she giggles, 'but this uppity bitch, as you say, might have some trouble introducing you to her, ah, friends...or anyone...like her...my sisters." 

"What about me. How am I going to bring you home to my trailer and not have Pa hustle out the shotgun?" 

"Jesus, stereotypes are stupid, aren't they!" Now they are giggling and tickling each other, relief uncontrollably adding to their hilarity, try as they might to suppress it. 

"You better shut up," says a male falsetto voice with a distinctly Cuban accent, "before I send Janie to your bed to finger-fuck you to sleep!" 

Then we hear another giggle, "God, Milly, I'd love to do that but my fist is stuck in your puss." 

Now we all laugh until finally, I say to them, "Can we please have just a little quiet time? I'm so tired!" As I drift away, grateful for the silence, I hear a whispered, "Sorry Julie." 

And Janie Mets Julie 

The still morning, the gray light rising, Sally snuggled deep around her Jill. What now I wonder looking at their cuddled forms. It's not long in coming. Janie sees the glint of my half-open eyes and slips out of Milly's bed. Under the covers she snuggles until her body is pressed against with mine, yummy warm hip to hip, our forms folded flush together, mine ever so slightly trembling. 

"So, isn't it time we got together. Allow me to introduce my...hand!" 

Then no more waiting, wondering, wanting, as under the elastic, down the valley of my abs, comes the smooth hot palm and the outstretched fingers, their teasing tips like lightning rods ready to receive the shock of my electrified pussy, quivering as its been for days in anticipation. No longer an outsider, a curious observer, I writhe under their unrelenting probing touch, their curved thrusting tips now wet, so wet with me-ah, soaked! 

Maybe even Janie, she must be, like me, wet...I wonder if...