0 comments/ 126843 views/ 4 favorites The Last Innocent Summer By: conz The second week of June, in my eighteenth year, found me happily staring out the restaurant's window where my father had taken up work at a resort in one of the northwest states. Outside the window deep, dark blue water of the lake the resort sat on rippled with countless explosions as the sun danced on the waves. Far beyond the opposite shore, the land swept up into endless vistas that were, to me, nothing less than huge mountains. I was here to spend the summer with my father. A whole summer, not just five or six weeks, of campfires, hikes, fishing and any number of fantastic pleasures I had found with him the year before. My father is an interesting person in many ways. He writes poetry that makes women of all ages moan. He knows a lot about computers and could teach college level history. So, why was he there working for little money? That is simple: For once in his life he was working at something he loved to do. Yet, maybe the neatest thing about him is you tell him about a dream you had and he will tell you exactly what it meant, and that opened many eyes, especially the younger females who were having their "odd" dreams about sex. Two weeks into my summer I was sitting, looking out the window wanting to jump up and down and scream. On the other side of the room sat my father and this young female intently listening to what her dreams meant. Ordinarily that wouldn't bother me, but this girl had put on one real nice show for him, wiggling her boobs around in front of him and, as she kept dropping things, giving him a nice view down her blouse when she bent forward to pick up whatever she had dropped. What really pissed me off was to know that I was jealous that it was her and not me. Picking up my can of Mellow Yellow, I walked out onto the deck and sat down facing the lake so I wouldn't have to watch this kid openly act like she was trying to seduce my own father. He didn't need her, he only needed me! "What are you thinking?" the girl's voice interrupted my fantasy about having my fingers wrapped around her neck. "Nothing," I half-growled, not opening my eyes. I heard her sit down on the lounge beside me. "You don't like me much, do ya?" Instantly, I felt guilt surge through my body. I really had no dislike for her, I just wanted my father to be able to be as open with me as he had been with her. "It's not that," I said softly, feeling the wind tease at my hair. "God, I don't know what it is." "You don't like me teasing him, do you?" Her voice sound happy. "Not really. He is so old. Why do you do that?" "He's a nice guy," she laughed softly. "I think you wish it was you flashing him, don't ya?" "What? My God, he's my father." "I use to feel the same way about mine, then something happened that changed it." "What?" "I grew up." "How's that?" "I seduced him." "My God! You seduced your own father? How could you have?" I blushed, wondering what she was reading in me. "Let's take a walk. Okay?" As we walked along the shoreline, I was unable to say anything. I had felt guilty the once or twice I had thought that my father might be a man, but this girl- her name was Sherry- had stroked my imagination, even if I knew such things were horribly sinful. "What was it like? I mean, what did it feel like?" I asked, stopping to watch the waves lap against the shore. "You ever put money in a parking meter?" she asked with a soft laugh. "Yes." "Okay, the first few times it felt like trying to put a quarter in the nickel slot. I hurt." I looked into her eyes. "Why?" "Because I was a virgin," she laughed back at me, then looked out at the lake. "No. Why did you do it?" "Many reasons, really. He was more than a father. He listened to me, he didn't poke fun at me when I started having all those problems young girls seem to have. I think what really interested me he," she turned around to face me as she walked backwards, "like your father, didn't talk down to me. He just loved to sit and talk for hours." "Must be nice to have had him notice you," I growled. "And you think your father doesn't notice you? Well, he talks about you more than you know. He talks about how pretty you are and about how much you've grown. Come on, he is looking at you in places you haven't noticed." "What are you talking about?" She sat down on a huge rock, jutting out into the water, looked up at me and smiled. "You father likes boobs... Likes 'em a lot. He talks about how you have grown and he looks at you every chance, now, put two-and-two together." "You mean? No. You really think that?" "Well, fathers do happen to be men, and men are a like in a lot of ways." "What happened with you and your father? He die or something?" "Worse than that," she replied angrily. "He married a bitch and she makes damn sure I am not around. That is why I moved out of state to go to college." "College? What? You don't look anywhere close to me, and I am eighteen," I replied in astonishment. "I'll be nineteen in August." "You really put 'the make' on your father?" "Yes," she laughed, leaning back and resting on her elbows, "I had wild, passionate sex with my own father." "Didn't it scare you?" For a few moments she was deep in thought. "Well, the first few times I thought lightning would come crashing through the ceiling and kill both of us, but it didn't." "How did you do it, I mean, seduce him?" "Why?" She giggled over at me as my face blushed. "Just wondering, is all." "Well, Hon, I am going to tell you something. You can ignore your feelings until he finds a bitch like mine did, and then it is gone, or you can do what you have been thinking about doing." "I don't know what I am thinking any more. I don't know, I just feel like there should be a lot more between us." "Well, you'd better know because, when you open your eyes and it is your father inside you, it is not a good time to find out it's not what you really wanted." I looked out at the waves. I knew what I had been thinking since the last summer. Never before had I dared say or even hint my feelings, and now Sherry seemed to be reading my mind. "I want him," I whispered more to the lake than her. "You willing to share him?" "Why would I do that?" "I'll give you one reason, and it is a damn good fucking reason. You go through with this and you'll find that there is no one you can tell. You will feel like you're on top of the world, and there is no one you can talk to about it. It is no fun to be so damn happy, and unable to tell anyone about it." "Yeah, I can see that." "Share him with someone and you do have an outlet." "And you are that 'someone'?" "Well, I have been there; I think I know how it can go wrong." "Can I trust you?" "I don't know. Can I trust you?" We smiled at each other. I didn't like the idea of her being with him, but the idea of someone taking him and pushing me out was not a good one. "Okay. How do I get him to notice me?" "Like I said, he already does. What you have to do is get him to separate the man from the father and be able to relate to both. You ain't going to seduce him by calling him 'daddy'. So forget all the stories and bullshit. Daddies are not men, they are fathers." "What should I do, rip my clothes off and jump in bed with him?" I laughed. "No, he might have a heart attack if you did that. Take time and just talk to him as a person. Get to know that person and build on that." "But what do I say?" "Get him to talk about his feelings. First you have to get him to share something with you. Then you can build on that. Can you cook?" "I do okay, I guess." "Well, make him a candle light dinner and start from there." Later that night I put the last of the special dinner on the table and turned the porch light on, a signal for Sherry to stop taunting my father with the skimpy two-piece bathing suit. Soon he'd be home, quiet in his sexual frustration at getting caught up in talking to her as she put on her lusty "boob show" for him. "What's all this?" He asked as he came in to find the table set with what I hoped were his favorite foods. "Oh, nothing much," I giggled. "Just thought I would show you how much I love you." "Pretty good start," he chuckled, turning to me. His stare went from my eyes to my boobs and back to mine in a heartbeat. 'He does look at me', I thought, my heart jumping three beats at what I had just seen. "Ah, let me get into something a bit cleaner than these. You don't mind, do ya?" I asked, turning to head to my bedroom, fully aware that I had left out what exactly what "something a bit cleaner" really was. "Sure, but don't be too long, I am starved." "I'm sorry," I said coming back after I had changed into the hot, red teddy I had been hiding. "I guess I really need to get some clothes washed. You don't mind, do ya?" I stood before him in my skimpiest gown. He took one look at me as his mouth fell open. "Ah, well, I guess it's okay." As I moved towards the table I saw his eyes taking in my body from head to toe, dwelling for a long time at the faint outline of my growing boobs. This time his eyes showed he was looking at someone who, for those few instants was, as Sherry said, not his daughter. I had put a lot of quick thought into the dinner, even remembering the one thing my mother always laughed about him over. "Give him a few hits of champagne and he'd think World War Three is funny," she'd laugh loudly before returning to her new "super prick" of a husband. I sat in astonishment with my spoon full of peas as I heard my father giggle for the first time. He giggled. He really fucking giggled like a little girl. I could only sit there with an amazed look on my face before I burst out in laughter. "What?" He asked, his eyes now not moving from my breasts. "You giggled. I never heard you do that before. It was so funny." "I was just clearing my throat," he replied with a grin, starting to down his third glass of champagne a lot faster than before, his eyes looking over the glass at my chest. "You know what I'd like to do this summer?" I questioned, now enjoying the fact that he felt free to openly look at me. "What's that, babe?" "Well, I was thinking. Maybe Sherry, you, and I could go up in those mountains hiking and camping one week end. That'd be fun wouldn't it?" He inhaled half the champagne in one gulp. "Yea, it'd sure be interesting, wouldn't it?" Then he giggled that strange sound again. "Would be most interesting," he offered, his eyes affixed to my boobs. "Why don't we?" I giggled back. "The way you're looking at my chest right now, and how Sherry dresses you'd be in boob heaven, wouldn't you?" "Oh, God, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to look at you like that. I just have this thing about champagne." "I know," I said. looking him deep in his eyes. "That is why I put it on. Mom said you open up and talk and were always lots of fun when you drank it." "But why would you want me like this?" He questioned, his eyes now staring intently at the flickering flame of one of the candles. "Because I want to stop this father/daughter stuff and just get to know you. God, it drives me crazy to sit there and watch you eyeing Sherry's boobs and never telling me that you even notice I am growing up. Christ, I have tits too, you know." "I can see that now," he said with a smile as he stole another glimpse at my boobs. "But what is it you want?" "I don't know," I whispered in frustration. "I just want more than what it has been. God, I see you once a year and I can't stand all this being so damned formal any more. God damn it, I want to sit and talk to you." "Okay," he replied. "The rest of the evening we will sit and talk. How's that?" "You think I'm pretty?" I asked, now looking at the tabletop, afraid of what his reply might be. "Very much so," he replied, pouring more of the champagne into his glass. "Still think so?" I asked as I slipped the teddy over my shoulders and tossed it to the floor. "What are you doing?" He gasped, panic now washing over his eyes. "Do you still think I am pretty now, or do you think I am terrible to let you see what you have been trying to see for the last hour?" He sat back in his chair, his eyes unable to move from my now bare chest. He looked down, shook a Viceroy from its pack, and lit it with the Zippo I had bought him for Christmas. The end of the cigarette flared brightly as he inhaled from it deeply. "Yes, you are very pretty, but you are wrong about it having been for the last hour. God, I am sorry, I noticed it the instant you got off the airplane. Now, do you think I am some monster or what?" "I think you're a man. I think you are a man I want to get to know better. I don't care if you look at me like this, but I don't want you to laugh at me. Okay?" "There is nothing to laugh at," he observed dryly, then took a real long drag from the cigarette. "God, you are so beautiful like this." It was different now. It would never be the same again. After we had finished dinner, he lit a fire in the fireplace and did what I had never imagined him doing. We sat and talked as the fire lapped playfully at the dry logs. As the night tip-toed by, I learned more about him than all the times before. He told me about his childhood on a tiny farm in Ohio. How he use to go to a canal, on hot summer days, and swim in the crystal clear water, the trees on the sides, creating a green canopy above him. He even told me how, in the light of a harvest moon, hidden in a woods, he had lost his virginity to a neighbor girl home from college and finding him more interesting than he had been when she had left but a few months earlier. I sat quietly, intently listening to him, not even aware that I was naked except for the tiny, red panties. He sat on the couch, smoking cigarette after cigarette as I sat on the floor, my legs pulled up and my arms wrapped around my legs. I really felt good. Not because of what might happen. I just felt good to hear him tell about his life, using words that painted pictures in my mind. By the time he got up to use the bathroom, coming back with a big, fury quilt and two pillows, I was very much in love with this man I had once known as my father. "What are you thinking?" He asked after we had silently stared into the glowing embers in the fireplace, the moonlight now painting a bright spot on the hardwood floor as it cascaded in from the sliding glass door. "I like this," I whispered, looking at the moonlight, it reminding me of some of the stories he had told me about sitting in his room in front of the window, just staring out over the countryside as the moon lit up the world of his youth. I felt his hand touch my back, softly massaging it. "I like that," I moaned, closing my eyes to capture the moment in my mind. "You sure are something else," he said softly, his fingers running up my back then down over the panties. "I want to come live with you," I stated, knowing there was now no turning back. "You have the right to choose that," he said, his fingers now running down the inside of my left thigh, bringing a soft moan from my lips as I opened my legs further to his touch. "It won't stop here? Please don't get my hopes up and make me go back there." "You want to move here, just say the word. You sure it's what you want?" "I want it," I replied happily, "but I don't want you to stop touching me right now." I marveled at his touch as fingertips gave way to the palm of his hand. Slowly he stroked up and down the inside of my thigh, each time brushing against the red fabric that was now getting wetter. Never before had I felt like this. I no longer felt like a little girl as he silently moved me to only want more, the fear of what was going on quickly evaporating. "Put another log on the fire, please," I moaned, wanting to prolong this even more. When he sat back to the quilt, I was laying on my back trying to get my heartbeat under control. I closed my eyes as his warm hand came to rest on my left breast. I could feel the palm of his hand softly running over my nipple, making it harder than I had every thought possible. It felt good. It felt natural as his touched closed doors to escape from if I wanted him to stop. When he took my nipple into his lips for the first time, my moan turned to a shriek of abandonment. God, what could be better than such a hot, wet and soft touch on boobs deep in the moonlit might? That was a question I would have answered as he took his time carrying me into my self-made world of no return. I felt his lips kissing their way to my belly button, then his tongue lashed out on my belly, "That tickles," I giggled hotly. "Oh my God," I exclaimed as his lips touched the top of my thin crop of pubic hair. Little did I know the top of my pubic mound was only the start of what he had in mind. My hands slapped hard against the quilt to his first kiss on my slit. My mind swam in lust as my hips came up, offering him the body of a young woman, her childhood now cast to what seemed the distant past. His lips kissed heartily at me as my body shivered and shook. I couldn't open my eyes, didn't want to open them as the utter abandoned feeling of pure need crept into my very being with each kiss he cast on my wet slit. If this was any sign of what was to come, I knew I was going to be in big trouble, as it was, this oral kissing and play soon became the most important need to be fulfilled. When his tongue sunk into me, instantly slapping against an organ I knew nothing about, my world exploded as I thrust myself upwards with a shrill scream of need. I gasped and carried on as he worked my clit for all it was worth. My head seemed to roll from side to side as my hair became matted in my eyes and mouth as I heard my grunts and groans getting louder. With one mighty thrusting, my pussy was pushed hard into his face. I couldn't move, my body froze with electric passions as he simply kept up his sparring match with my clit. Suddenly I was screaming, my hands slapping at the quilt as I tried to look down at what he was doing, but my first climax rumbled into my brain like a once slumbering steam locomotive. I found that all I could do was lay there and gasp out words that not even I could understand. Now, as if he had found the keys to my sexual engine, he used them to keep starting me on a trip that he knew would not allow me to stop when the moment of truth came. He sucked at my clit, pulled it between his lips and held it as his tongue danced over the swollen head. I went ballistic as he started sucking it in and out, his hands deeply massaging my ass as he forced me even higher off the floor. I found myself laying on the quilt, him standing above me as he stripped off his pants then his underwear. My eyes got big as his cock stood out proudly. 'How was I suppose to take that in me?' I wondered as I stared up intently, knowing I would do everything I had to endure that the meaty member offered my hot mind. Between my legs, he forced my knees up until my feet were flat on the floor. He bent forward and I felt the tip of his cock at my opening. A slight push and it was just inside me, spreading my virgin opening as the pressure increased. When he really got it going deeper into me, my breathing came to an abrupt halt with one loud gasp. Here was a fully grown man entering my tiny, virgin hole, painfully forcing my body to accept him. Pain surged through my body. My fingers clasped at the quilt and pulled at it as the entry continued. It hurt. I hurt so bad but, being filled with pure lust, I couldn't help but accept the movement of this man, my first male meat, as he pulled up on my hips while forcing each new inch into me. The hymen was met, ripped apart with one huge grunt as my back arched, then I was filled with a totally strange feeling. This man was in my body. This man was slowly impaling me on his cock, claiming every part of my body as his. This man: My father. The Last Innocent Summer Ch. 2 Thanks must go to all the kind readers who wrote me, asking for this part two. This story has been made up of many of the ideas you readers have sent in. If there is to be a part three, it will also depend on you, the reader, to say so. After all, how can we write what you want unless we are told what you want? You read; You decide. * * * * * When I awoke from my first love making, my body didn't hurt all that bad... No worse than if I had been ran over by a Mack truck. Sherry was there, and the patch of sunlight on the floor was far enough into the room to tell me it was later than I was use to waking up, meaning my father was already long gone to work. "God, I feel good," I moaned as I set up, giving Sherry a big smile. "You sound it," she laughed back, shaking her head as her hair swung in a wide swirl as her head moved back and forth. "We need to talk," I laughed out. "I told Dad... I mean, Dave, that he should take us up into the mountains for a week end." "You mean, up in the fresh air with us two?" She laughed loudly, then added with a grin. "Maybe you'd better be careful, too." "Hey, honey," I taunted back, "maybe we'd all better be careful. No telling what we might let happen." "Let happen"? I looked at her. She had helped me over my greatest hurdle, even had made me think a lot about who I was. I looked at her boobs, the nipples poking hard against the thin blue material of her blouse. I now knew how great it felt to have a lot of lip attention being addressed to the breasts and, as I grinned back at her, I wondered just how it felt from the other end. For an instant I mentally sucked on her erect nipples, deciding that, what the heck, I had gone this far, why stop exploring the world inside me? By two in the afternoon, Sherry had bundled me into her silver and blue Grand Am, and we were off down the road for her to show me something she just knew I had to see. After maybe an hour of driving, she turned right onto a narrow road, looking more like a driveway than a road, and guided the car up the deep rooted path. "Look," she said softly as the car left the forest and entered a clearing that was covered with wildflowers. "Isn't this something?" "Wow," I moaned, my eyes catching sight of what seemed to be countless butterflies winging their way from flower to flower. "I love it. I just love it. It is so beautiful." We talked, giggled and openly laughed as we walked through the tall grass and flowers. The scent, carried on a light wind, kissed at us as she lead the way to a small creek at the far end of the meadow. "Come on," she laughed, sitting down on a huge, flat rock, her skin contrasting with the rock's burnt rust color. "We can get a good tan here." With that she had the blouse off and tossed aside. Laying back on the rock she closed her eyes as she put her hands under her head. My eyes were now drawn to her exposed breasts, moving almost magically with her breathing. I slipped my tee shirt off, undid the bra and tossed it aside but, no matter what I tried, I couldn't just lay down and close my eyes, not with those fascinating nipples pointing to heaven above. "Sherry?" I said softly. What, Jen?" She replied in a half-whispering. "I think I am going crazy of something." "Why is that?" "Won't be mad?" "On a day like this? Come on. What's bothering ya?" "Well... Ahh... I don't know. You know, you are so pretty and..." I couldn't say it no matter how hard I tried to force myself to admit what I wanted. Sherry lifted up on her elbows, looked at me then, with a smile, looked at the gurgling brook. "There's no one around, hon. You can touch if you want." I watched her lay back down and put her hands behind her head again only, this time, she moved her back around as if trying to get comfortable, making her boobs seem more like sun-kissed mounds of delight just waiting for my touch. He right nipple felt hard between my fingers. He left nipple was equally as hard, as if I had expected one to be so unlike the other. Soon my hands were roaming over the first pair of boobs I had explored- other than my own- and finding the feel of them to be just as exciting as the feel of my father's manhood, resting in my hand. I had never been with another female before, not that, truthfully, I hadn't wondered about it. My lips found her nipples, licking and sucking at them as I moved back and forth. They each had their own feel as they heaved under my attention. My tongue flicked back and forth over them until, with a deep moaning, Sherry took my hand and rested it on the top of her pants. I didn't need an explanation as to what she was thinking. With her pants undone, my hand slid beneath the blue material, find that there were no panties standing between my touch and her wispy pubic hair. My lips now held her left nipple firmly, my tongue lashing out at it to get every new sensation I could. Sherry lifted up, pushed her pants down as far as she could and laid her butt back to the cool surface of the rock. I could feel the warm sun on my back; Could hear the sounds of the wind in the grass as my fingers moved up and down Sherry's slit. The warm sun, the sounds of what was going on around me, it all made me know I was different, and had been different all along. I felt a woman being touched by me, another woman, and it felt as powerful as it did soft. A woman does not need to learn what will please another woman-SHE ALREADY KNOWS! I had gotten myself off enough times to know what I liked, so I lay there, kissing and sucking at Sherry's breasts as I pretended I was doing myself. My finger found her clit, tickled at it then, as she gasped, went to work at pleasing me. Sherry moaned, hissed and moaned some more. My fingers played between her clit and her wet depths until, with a loud gasping, she lifted her hips off the rock and came against my fingers as she tried to push my head down off her breasts. "Do me," she moaned as I kissed my way down to her pubic hair, not stopping the kisses till I was positioned between her legs, my mouth kissing and blowing up and down her opening. My tongue slid into her as my fingertips opened her even further. I found her clit, lashing out at it as fast as my tongue would go. Over and over I played at her until her moans were shrill little yelps of passion. Then, all of a sudden, I wrapped my lips around the swollen organ, sucked it into my mouth as far as I could and kept lashing at it as I not only heard her first lusty scream but, as her thighs banged against my head, thought it was the last thing I would ever hear. Sherry bucked her hips as I played her. I could hear her labored breathing as her whole body seemed to move up and down with each breath. She was mine now, and I wanted her to become a part of my life. I sucked my spit into my mouth, forcing it back and forth against her clit, making it feel as if I had come against her. "Get my bag," Sherry said between breaths when I stopped. I got the bag and handed it to her, watching her open it while she still laid flat on the rock. "Take your clothes off," she insisted, turning onto her right side. "Your ass is mine now." "No," I protested. "I think it'll take a few days before its right. Ya know what I mean." "Strip to your panties then," she said, laughter being emitted form her eyes. I lay back on the rock, closed my eyes as she had told me to do, and felt her pull the panties to one side. Then next thing I knew sent me scurrying up the rock in total shock. Sherry moved up to me again, smiled down at me as she pushed my legs apart, holding up the vibrator for me to see. "Never leave home without it," she giggled, slid to panties to my left and put the plastic dick against my clit. "Oh, fuck," I moaned, biting at my lower lip as I felt the vibration run through my entire body. Soon, as my own body was responding to the vibrator, Sherry was showing me just how far I could be taken without anything entering me. I screamed out now, not caring if anyone could hear me as the vibrator seemed to reach into my most passionate parts, pulling the demons of lust into being as she taunted me with what we were going to do with my father. "He's going to own us," she hissed, one hand holding the toy; the other roaming over my pert breasts. "He's going to make me hold you down, just as the little slave you are, and then he's going to do you like never before." Dirty talk was an adventure to me. A new adventure that had me self-submissive to her. She loved it, telling me more and more taunting details as I started begging out for it all to come true until, with a wild shriek I forgot everything around me, concentrating on only what was going on with my body and mind. "You okay?" I heard Sherry giggling as I came down. "No," I complained. "I want more." She laughed loudly, putting her arm around me and pulling me close. "Guess old Dave will be in for it tonight," she said as our lips met. I think Dad got the idea that I was horny the instant he walked in to find me wearing a red Baby doll. "Sorry, Babe, something's up," he said, looking me over from head to toe. "I have to take a shower and get back over to Doctor Thayer's place. Something big, Babe." Feeling like the end of the world had come, I followed him into the bath room. He turned and gave me an odd look as I stood there then, shaking his head, he stripped off his clothes, set the shower water and vanished behind the frosted pane of the shower's door. Wanting to do nothing more than to cry, I sat down on the stool, watching the distorted image of him as he showered. "I love you," I said loud enough for him to hear me over the sound of the water. "I love you too, Babes." He said back softly. "Ahh, you sure you want to go on with last night? I mean, you don't have to. I'll still love ya." All I could do was shake my head, strip off the skimpy baby doll, open the shower door and step in. The water, as usual for him, was far too hot. All he could do was stand there in front of me, a bar of soap in one had, the light blue wash cloth in the other. "Listen to me," I said gruffly, taking the wash cloth and soap form him. "I made a decision last night, and it wasn't just a spur-of-the-moment thing, nor was it from the champagne," I lathered up the cloth and started washing his chest. "The way I see it, we have gone through a lot for each other and, frankly, I sure don't want to loose you. Okay, we made love... Had sex, or whatever you want to call it. The fact is, I love you and I have no intentions of stopping." "You're something else," Dave said, running the backs of fingers along my right cheek. "Really something else." "I washed my way down his belly, then cupped his tool in the cloth, rubbing at the head with my thumb, hearing him moan as I started to play at him harder. By the time I was on my knees, there was no protests from him as I ran the cloth up and down the now hard shaft. Letting the water rinse any soap subs off for a few moments, I bent forward, slowly letting him slide into my mouth until my tongue found his head. Around and around it I played, flicking at the tiny opening as if trying to enter him. With a loud s, Dave reach down and rested his hands on my wet hair. I may have been a virgin till the night before but, I had found out some years earlier that giving good head could go a long ways at keeping the horny, young studs happy. Frankly, I had been very proud of how fast I could get my dates off. The one thing I had never developed along the way was a taste for hot, male semen. Deeper and deeper I took his swollen shaft into me, licking at it as it slide slowly into me. Back and forth I bobbed, using my lips to add pressure as I slid back along the shaft, all the time keeping my tongue busy with getting him up and going before he would have a chance to react. As my hands started massaging at his testicles, his moans got louder as he leaned back against the light blue shower stall, his knees now seeming to shake a bit. I knew the instant hr was going to come. I had worked fast and furious to get him here and, as he grunted out to the erupting climax, I pulled my head back, wrapping my hand around his shaft, jerking him off as I giggled to the sounds he was making. Dave's semen shot from him, mixing with the shower water before it hit the floor. His hips bucked slightly as he arched his shoulders against the wet surface of the enclosure. Then, in an instant, it was all over. "You sleep in my bed tonight," He said, as he dried off and I picked the baby doll up, looking it over for any major wet spots. "I don't plan of being over there too long as it is. Anyway, I think you need to be put in your place after that little exhibition." "Sure," I laughed, now not feeling so depressed. "Promises, promises." Before he left out the door, Dave pulled me into his arms. "I love you so much, Babes. You know that?" "You're pretty special yourself, big guy," I replied. "Jen," I heard dad whispering to me as his fingers touched my cheek. "I need to talk to you." "What?" I moaned out sleepily, turning over on my back, my eyes watching the ceiling fan slowly turn in the dim light. "You still want to go away for a week end?" "Yes. Why?" "Doc Thayer has a place an hour, or so away. He wants me to look at it and I thought maybe you'd like to go with me." "Dad," I said getting up on my elbows. "I think there will be three of us." "You sure?" He said, sitting down on the side of the bed. "I just thought we could spend some time together. Ya know?" "I'm not jealous," I giggled, deciding not to tell him about Sherry and I. "I think it'd be good for you to take us little girls up there." "You're sure an odd one," He chuckled, pushing his shoes off, and bending to take the socks off. "Where did you learn to give 'head' like that?" "Does it matter? It kept me a virgin for you." Getting into the bed naked, he pulled my close to him, his lips gently kissing at mine as his left hand ran down over my butt. "God, I couldn't wait to get back to you, Babes." I snickered. "You? God, I've been wet the whole time. All I want is you inside me." "Hmmm, a quickie?" "Yes. I want to feel you doing what I saw in the shower... Only, this time I want it deep in me." Okay, we had a quickie! In less than five minutes we were both moaning out lustily as he hammered his body into mine. I had thought about it until I feel asleep, not wanting to get myself off to lower my passions. Incest or not, the one thing I adored him for was afterwards when, in the silence of the night, he would hold my close, touching me and kissing my hair, just as if I were a woman not connected to him in any way. I loved these post sex times. He was so different then. He was calmer, less manly and knew just what to say as, with me falling asleep, he would talk in an almost whispering of his feelings. I loved his expressing his feelings in words as much, maybe more, than his expressing then with passion-filled grunts and hard body hammering as he came. In his arms he was a man and I was a woman and, if sin is sin, I had to wonder if my sins were indeed any greater than anyone else's. The next few days were hectic as Sherry and I sped about trying to figure out what we needed for a three day adventure. Dad laughed at us every moment he could as, knowing who would be laughing last, Sherry and I went with the flow. Yet, Dad, for once, kept what he was going up to the doctor's place for a total secret. Even with his secret kept to himself, Sherry and I came up with a secret all our own as we laughed, giggled and moaned late in the night as we took turns with each other. Friday morning dawned, or should I say it came because "dawned" was not a good word to use as torrents of rain pelted down on the SUV as we made our way through the now gloomy landscape. By noon we had arrived at an A-frame on top of a high hill. We could see the sky clearing far to the west as the peaks of the Rocky Mountains stood guard. By the time we were unloaded, a few spots of sunshine moved over the now lush-green landscape, as if chasing each other in some sunlit game only sunlight knew how to play. "Well, I'm going to be gone for a bit," Dad said about two in the afternoon. "You two enjoy yourselves. Okay?" We watched him disappear on the fancy dune buggy, his driving more like that of a young kid than an older man. I leaned up against the deck rail, feeling the wind play in my hair as I watched the dune buggy scurry up a distant hill, turn and race back down. I wiped a tear from my right eye... I had never seen him acting like this. For once he seemed to have a smile on his face every time I saw him and, sex or no sex, that was nice. He was back about six, heading straight for the computer room, working furiously on facts and figures as Sherry and I kept taking him an endless supply of coffee, hoping to catch even the slightest glance at what he was doing. "Dad," I said when he came out of the computer room, sitting on the couch as Sherry and I fought to start a fire in the huge fireplace between the equally huge sliding glass doors. "What is going on?" His eyes moved from my chest to Sherry's then, with a deep breath, his stare found something beyond the doors. "Well, he wanted me to come up here and see what I think about making all this into a private resort." "And?" "I think he's got a good idea," Dad replied, bending forward and resting his elbows on his knees. "There's more to it," Sherry observed. "Isn't there?" "He wants me to run it," he chuckled, shaking his head. "Think you guys are game to help?" For the next few hours the three of us chattered back and forth about what it would be like to live way up here and not have to worry about the rest of this crazy world. As we talked, Dad on the couch and Sherry and I sitting on the floor, our arms wrapped around our knees, listening like little kids as he laid out his ideas. "God, I love you," I said to him with a big smile, then turned to Sherry. "And I love you too," I said, bending forward to kiss her. When I looked back to him, Dave had a sheepish smile on his face. "And I was worried you two wouldn't find anything to do?" He shook his head as he chuckled loudly. It must have dawned on both Sherry and I a the same time that now was the time to lay our little secret on Dad. She got up and turned the lights off, letting the flickering firelight dance over both the room and our bodies as we slowly stripped each other, ever feeling Dave's intent watching as, inch by inch, our young bodies we opened up to his stare. I felt Sherry pull me close to her, pushing me slowly back onto the thick quilt we had laid out on the floor. Her lips created a passionate need in my mind as they found my quivering lips for the first time in front of my father. Sherry has a way with me, has had since our first time. His lips explored my body, searching out every hot spot I had as she worked her way slowly down between my wide spread legs. Her tongue didn't waste any time teasing me, it was inside my wet slit and making love to my clit before I realized what was going on. My hands slapped at the deep quilt, sending a dull thud through the room. Again and again my hands lashed out as my body squirmed, squirming even more each time my lust-filled eyes caught a glimpse of Dave watching so intently. I heard my screams echo off the windows, feeding both the fire in the fireplace and the fires of my mind. I was thrashing about the floor as Sherry worked over my clit like she had never done before. My hands found my nipples, and fingers worked out their own idea of a dance as my nipples seemed to become as erect as steel. I felt myself being moved around. I found myself on my knees then, as my mind tried to recover, felt Sherry lowering me onto Dave's face, the first idea of what they had done erupted through my body as his tongue slashed out at my wet needs. The Last Innocent Summer Ch. 2 I felt Sherry's hand circle around me from behind, holding me upright as Dave worked on my already wildly hot clit. I knew she was riding him as I felt her body move and sway. Then, with a shrill screech, I heard my own sounds as Dave sucked my swollen clit deep into his mouth. I was held upright now, unable to do anything about the tremendous rush of passionate, hot waves rushing up and down my spine. Her hands grouper at my breasts, pulling me back against her as the madman between my legs slowed up, making the whole climax become one drug out affair controlled by them. I felt myself be laid to the quilt. My body was caught up in gentle spasms as my eyes took in the two of them moving to be together. Dave was again on his back but, this time Sherry mounted him facing his feet. I watched as his hands moved to her firm butt and she started making her first few slow strokes, making sure everything was seated to her liking. I must have missed something someplace for, the next thing I realized, she was slamming back onto him, wiggling around and around each time she buried him deep into her. Dave didn't seem to mind as his hands pinched at her butt, each pinch seemingly bring another yelp of lust from her lips. I blinked my eyes as she became wilder and wilder. This was not soft, gentle sex, this was outright fucking. He body moved with a demented accord now. Her sounds were unlike anything I had ever heard as Dave, now holding her butt to guide her thrashing, laid there and let her have what she was caught up in. I heard her scream as if a love-sick wolf howling at the moon. A shuddering of her body and she raised up off him till only the head of his tool was in her. With a deep series of grunts, I watched her juices flow from her passion wracked body, it slowly running down Dave's still hard tool to disappear between his legs. Sherry went to get on her knees between his legs, obviously planning on finishing Dave off with her lips, but he would not have anything to do with that, quickly maneuvering her around until she was up on her knees, her head resting against the soft, fury quilt. I watched in lusty silence as she turned her head as he entered her, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp of surrendering. It was obvious from the start that Dave had every intention of filling her with his juices as fast as he could. His body lunged into hers, forcing her to move back and forth with each lunge, her eyes staring at me as if I wasn't there yet, a fiery glow filling her eyes with each deep thrusting he slammed into her. This was the first time I saw two people come together. Sherry was instantly on her hands, screaming out each grunt and groan as, now bent down on his feet, Dave held himself tightly against her, making small circles with his body against her, his hands moving up and grabbing onto Sherry's breasts. I thought Sherry had put a show on but, when Dave bent forward over her back, his legs pushed out straight, his body rigid, I had to blink in shock. His head went back, a sound of utter delight coming with each inhale and exhale of breath. He would hammer at her for a second and become rigid as the sounds came again, then he would repeat it all over until, after the third or forth time, he collapsed onto her back, huffing loudly as he tried to roll off her. Finally, Sherry just bent forward and collapsed herself onto the floor, laying there in silence as Dave gasped out the oddest sounds. When all of us had recovered, Dave taking a lot longer than the two of us, we sat on the wooden floor, naked to each other and talking about our ideas till the landscape started to lighten up with the arrival of dawn. As we huddled in each others arms, the fury quilt over us, I looked at the last flickering ember in the fireplace, smiling to myself that we still had at least two days to get to know each other much better. The Last Innocent Summer With my hips pulled up, it was easy to look down and watch the meat entering me. It was as if watching it happen to someone else, except the stinging pain reminded me that it was not sliding into anyone else, it was sliding into me. Instantly a thought came to my mind and I knew what I was going to do. I lay there, watching the cock slide in and out of me as fingertips played against my clit. There was no thought now, only the ever present feeling of him as he moved in and out of me. I looked down again, seeing that he was buried fully in me, then lay my head back to the pillow as I felt a deep warmth creep over my body. I felt everything about me. Felt my tiny tits bobbing with his thrusting, felt my pussy lips being carried in a little with each new thrust and, above all else, I could feel his fingertips reaching past my clit to become a soft, gentle touch in my mind. The second real climax hit me like a ton of wet bricks. From that first sucking in of air, my hips seemed to move on their own. Pumping up and down at him, they soon were moving from side to side as both of his hands took hold of my hips, his thrusting now becoming much harder and paced. I had only known a few girls anywhere close to my age talk about sex. The one thing they giggled about the loudest was how fast the boy would come into their tight pussies. I endured three climaxes thinking of their laughter, wondering what was wrong because he didn't seem at all ready to come. After the third climax, he rolled me onto my belly, lifted my hips up and slowly entered me, the new sensations instantly taking over where the last climax had left off. I strained up to get on my elbows. My mouth opened wide as wet hair cascaded down on both sides of me, and his hands came around to grasp both my boobs. He sawed his cock in and out of me as I tried to gulp in air. His fingers played over my nipples as I felt a new, more intense climax being born in my mind. I couldn't stay up on my elbows, he gently let me side down until my head was laying on the pillow, my eyes staring into the fire in the fireplace as my body felt his presence in every part. My arms flayed around as my body quivered against him then, just as the climax exploded, I felt something I would never forget. His cock seemed to swell up as he slammed it deep into me, his grunts turning to one, high-pitched whine as the first rush of his semen exploded into me. I opened my eyes, reality slowly coming back to me. Strange, I was laying flat on the floor on my stomach, but he was laying there beside me on his back, a cigarette pressed to his lips as he seemed to stare up at the ceiling through closed eyes. "Are you okay?" he questioned, a strange sound in his voice. "I think so," I moaned back, my voice sounding even stranger. "I need to pee." Well, needing to go to the bathroom, and getting there were two different stories. By the time I did get to it, it was with his help that kept my wobbling knees from giving out. Passion was now fading, leaving in its wake a pain I had not expected, not even this first time. He must have thought I was crazy as emotions overtook me. His hands stroked at my hair as I laughed, then cried and babbled out how much I loved him. I must have sat on the stool a full five minutes before I was able to compose my mind and get the wild shivering of my body under control. By the time I had cleaned myself up, I was only able to wobble back out to the quilt and collapse at his side. I looked at the wooden floor, the flickering reflection of the fire in the fireplace seemed to be worlds away as my mind remembered the one thought I had been able to keep whole. Sherry could bed my father, but only under one condition, I wanted to watch! I started to roll over and tell him how much I loved him, but sleep had its own ideas as a vision of Sherry, my father impaling her writhing body on his cock, her moans and screams echoing in my mind as sleep overcame me. Sure, she could bed him, but only if... Should there be a part 2? Email me.