5 comments/ 79587 views/ 5 favorites Camel Toe By: magmaman Lee and I were in the shower after having spent two solid hours working out. I was soaping myself down and sneaking glances at Lee's fine pair of breasts. I was jealous, wishing I had some like that. Not very likely without cutting, I knew. My mom was just under six feet tall and flat chested as a board, I managed 5'9" barely and was blessed with the exact same chest. I even had gone to see a Doctor once about getting something done, all he did was scare me. I sat perched on the edge of an examining table with my top off while the bald headed old fart poked and probed my thimble full of flesh. Then he drew lines underneath, grabbed each nipple and pulled straight up. I let out a yelp. "You might lose some sensitivity," He said. Then I realized the old guy had grown a woody from playing with my 18 year old little titties, that was enough for me. I sighed, I was resigned to my fate of always being the girl on the outside edge of things. "What's up, Mary?" Lee asked me, as she reached down and soaped up her slick hairless slit. "You look like you are 100 miles away?" I managed to not let my eyes drop to look at her. Lee had those perfect rounded curves between her legs while I was stuck with a huge mass of flesh that tried to poke out of my pubic hair. Mine was all wrinkled and ugly looking, I know. I used a mirror sometimes to look. I am not gay by any stretch of the imagination, but a girl has to compare herself to the competition. "Oh, nothing really, I was just thinking about Mike." "Mike, huh?" She gave me a big grin. She stretched her arms over her head, causing her big boobs to lift and jiggle. Why did she get to look like THAT and I had to look like THIS? It just wasn't fair. "Still have the hots for that guy?" "Well, I like him but I don't think he even knows I exist." Mike was in the same class as me, the star of our high school track team. He was 19, a bit older than the rest of the kids in our class. I had heard something about having him been sick at a young age and missing a year because of it. He had started jogging to build himself back up and developed into an amazing runner as a result. I had spent many days at the field watching him run like the wind, his muscular legs flashing, the shoulder length sandy colored hair streaming out behind. My excuse for being there was easy, both Lee and I had tried out for the cheerleader's squad. Lee was a shoo-in, her big breasts bouncing all directions, I barely made the backup squad myself. That meant I got to carry the equipment, drinks, do everything nobody else wanted to do. But I also had to know all the moves, just in case someone got sick or hurt. Looking at Mike made my breath catch in my throat, but when we passed in the halls he would nod at my best and brightest smile and walk right on by. Lee knew that, of course. Lee and I told each other everything. Lee was nearly always the center of attention no matter where she went. For one thing she had filled out nicely, and she also showed it off as best as she could, with one button more undone on her blouses than I really dared, skirts that sometimes got her talked to by the principal. Since our principal was a woman Lee couldn't pull any of her tricks, but she had all the male teachers eating out of her hand all the time. "You should tease him a little." Lee grinned, as she reached for a towel and started drying her hair. I grabbed a towel too, drying my wad of hair off as she tossed her long silky black locks that instantly just fell into place. My hair required serious brushing to keep it from heading off in several directions. "Sure, tease him with what? Maybe these?" I lifted my tiny breasts, managing a small bump above each nipple.Lee giggled at me. "Mary, you have an ass to die for, tease him with that." "I am supposed to wiggle my ass at him?" "Sure, plus lose the brush!" I looked down at the mass of curly reddish brown pubic hair. "What's wrong with my....brush?" "Hell, if he even saw your bare snatch he still couldn't see it!" She laughed. "Great. Now I am supposed to show him my snatch?" "Why not? Get his attention." "You are terrible!" "Yea, I know.," She laughed. "I don't want to shave it." I told her, still thinking about the time I had tried that a year or so before. I had not only nicked myself in several places but when it started to grow back I found myself squirming in my seat at English class trying to stop the itching.Our teacher Mr. Whited kept looking at me oddly, but I couldn't help it. It drove me crazy. I have no idea how my Dad managed to shave with that thing. "Naw, don't shave, that sucks. Get it waxed." "Waxed? You mean jerk it out by the roots?" Like sure, I was going to do that. "It doesn't hurt, well, just a little bit. But then it is nice and slick, and you can tease Mike with some Cameltoe." "Great, I am supposed to let him peek at my pussy to get his attention?" "Hey, do you like the guy or not? Guys go nuts if they think they can see a little bit." "Well, I do like him but...." "Come on then! Let's go get you waxed." She pulled her blouse over her head, no bra I noticed. Oh, well, class was over. We would be off school grounds before Mrs. Carmen, the principal, could catch her.I had a flowery dress with a full hem, I started to pull on a pair of white cotton panties. "Leave those off!" Lee said. "What?" "Leave them off, you won't need them, you are getting waxed." I sighed, reached for my bra instead. "Leave that off, too." Lee giggled. "I can't...." "Yes, you can! I have to teach you about boys, I see." "Everybody will know!" "No they won't. Well. Not unless you bend over." "Hey, we can try that, too!," Lee giggled. "Boys won't want to look at my nipples." "Oh yes they will. They will stand on their heads to get a peek, you will see." There isn't much point in trying to argue with Lee once she gets an idea in her head, so I gave up and pulled my dress over my head. I hated that damned bra, anyway. Mom bought it for me, it not only stuck me but it made me look like I had a cardboard box crammed in there. We headed down the hallway towards the door, there were several other students there. I felt naked as a jaybird, I was just sure everybody knew. But we made it to Lee's Volkswagon without incident. She started the noisy little car and we were off like a shot. We pulled into a parking lot not 5 miles away, it was a big shopping center with several stores. Lee led me inside the one that had signs out advertising tanning booths and hair treatments. "Mary needs a wax job!" Lee announced loudly at the counter. Goddam her. I blushed as red as I could, thinking I needed sunglasses or a hole to hide in. The lady on the counter didn't bat an eyelash, and I was sure glad there was nobody else but women in there at the time. "OK. It will be about 5 minutes, have a seat." We sat and talked, Lee was prattling on and on about how I needed to let my hair grow longer, fix my eyelashes, do this and that. All I could think of was the coming pain I was going to have to deal with. Just then the lady on the counter called my name. She led me into a small side room, Lee was right behind me. The lady looked at Lee oddly. "Mary needs me for moral support or she just will chicken out." The woman grinned and nodded. Lee proceeded to plop down in a chair, I looked around. There was a table and a sink, the table covered by a white sheet. I hopped up and sat on the edge of the table. There was a knock on the door, it opened and there stood a muscular older man. He was at least 6'2," his arms were the size of trash cans. Tattoos on his biceps, he looked like the guy in the soap commercial, bald headed. All he would have needed to do was fold his arms across his chest, the only thing missing was the earring. I looked at him in shock. "Hi, Armando!" Lee said. "Lee! What the hell?" "This is Armando, he is going to wax you." "What? No way! I thought it would be a...." "Relax, Armando is a pro, he does this all the time. He does mine, too." "Lee! I...I can't." "Yes, you can too." "But...." "No buts, you are here, let's get on with it." I sighed again. "No man has ever...." "Oh, hell. You have to get used to it sooner or later. Mike has to be able to see it if you want to give him a boner." Goddam her. Armando looked at me and smiled. "I really am a professional, Miss. But it's up to you of course." "Oh, what the hell." I felt myself giving up again. "All right. I need you to remove the dress so nothing can splash on it. And here is a towel to use as a cover. We will start out face down since this is a brazilian." He smiled again and left the room.I looked at the towel, it looked like something I might wipe my nose with. Then it hit me, I wasn't wearing my bra! Just then he knocked on the door again. "Ready?" he called out. "No! Just a minute!" "Hurry up, get it over with." Lee said. I pulled my dress over my head, set it on the back of a chair. I hopped on the table and mashed my chest as tightly as I could against the table, placing the towel over my fanny. It didn't even reach the table on either side. Oh, God. "Ready!" Lee called out, before I could open my mouth. The door opened and Armando stepped in. I was blushing furiously, actually shaking. I was trapped, completely naked but for the tiny towel with this huge man standing there. I squashed my bare legs together as tightly as I could, closed my eyes. He filled a basin with hot soapy water, pulled the towel off me and just started scrubbing my fanny. In short order he had his fingers between my legs. "Hey!" I managed to squeak. "Relax, Miss, we need to get the hairs nice and soft." I was wishing he would quit calling me "Miss." I did everything I could to not respond but I couldn't help it, I felt my breath quicken and my loins flush. I could feel his fingers actually brush across my rectum, then he used the whole palm of his hand up and down between my legs. I let out an involuntary groan, pressed my pelvis against the table, then instantly flushed even more at having done that. My body was betraying me. Just as I couldn't stand it any more he mercifully stopped. I glanced over at Lee, she was grinning at me. Armando quickly dried me with another towel, then pulled the cheeks of my behind apart. I felt a cool sensation, and a slight tug. He repeated that, another few tugs and that was it. "OK, not much back here. Now I need you to turn over." He said. I saw him turn his back to rinse out the basin so I took a deep breath and forced myself to roll over while he wasn't looking. I put my arm over my little bare breasts to hide my nipples, tucked the towel between my legs. Armando saw the motion, reached over and handed me another towel so I tugged it into place across my bare chest. Then he turned back, set the basin down and reached into it. He reached over with the other hand and pulled the lower towel off of me, plastered the goop all over my pubic region. I felt those same sensations building again, held my breath. I felt his fingers rub back and forth just above my little button where the hairs were thicker and curled upwards. I was thinking for a few seconds that he was playing, but there was nothing I could do about it. I just gritted my teeth. Then just as I again couldn't stand it any more he stopped rubbing and started rinsing me off. The warm spray of water wasn't helping one bit. I had long since forgotten Lee sitting there. There was a series of quick motions, some tugging and I was thinking he was done. Just as I was preparing to sit up, he reached down and pulled my knee over, spreading my legs. He actually leaned over to look closely, then pressed my other knee over. I blushed again, gritted my teeth as he cleaned up the last few hairs. Then he was done. He picked up a handheld mirror, handed it to me. "How is that?" He said. I looked, I didn't recognize myself. I forgot my bare breasts as the towel slipped down, it actually looked pretty good. I even reached down and pulled on my swollen lips, looking for stray hairs. I started to say something, then realized he was looking me up and down. I covered my breasts with my arm, stuck the other hand between my legs. He grinned at me. "Nice!," He said, taking a last long look at me. Then Armando left the room, Lee had on the biggest grin I ever saw. "Well, that wasn't so bad, was it?" "No, not really. But he saw everything I have." "That doesn't matter, Armando is as queer as a three dollar bill!" She laughed. OH. Well, that seemed to help. I pulled my dress over my head, realizing I really felt naked now. "Fun, huh?" Lee said with a grin. "Yes. Kind of.. God, I almost....." "Came? Oh, I do every time, that's no big deal." "But you said he is gay?" "Yea. Well, I think so anyway." "You think so, huh?" "Well, he never shows any real reaction. Guys always react when they have their hands on you." "How the hell would you know?" "Oh, a couple of boys have...." She just giggled. "Anyway. Now. Let's plan this out, we need you to get Mike's attention." "I just don't see how my being waxed is going to do that?" "You will see. He practices on Saturdays at the park, right?" "Yea." "OK. There is no cheerleader practice this week, so we will be ready." So off we went shopping. Lee had me try on several different outfits, finally settling on a baggy legged pantsuit with straps and a white blouse. The blouse was too thin, we had quite a disagreement over my wearing that in public. "Oh, they don't even show!" She lied. I knew damn good and well that my nipples were obvious from any distance at all but I figured the straps could be strategically located. The legs of the bottoms weren't too short, it was just that they were baggy but I could keep my legs together. We got back to my house, went into my bedroom. "OK, sit!" I sat on one of the chairs. "Open your legs a little." I did, she looked carefully. "You need to do more than that, I can't see anything but a glimpse of your panties." "I am not going to do the splits!" "This won't work." She started digging in one of the sacks we brought home, pulled out a pair of sheer pink panties. There wasn't even a shadow panel. "Put these on!" I saw her tug the little tag off of them, realized she must have bought them just for this. "Why don't I just go bottomless?" I said, holding them up to the light. "That might work but we want it to look like an accident." She had me practice several times, until she thought I had it down just right. Reach over my shoulder, stick out my left knee, turn to the right, let my legs open wide. Good grief. I couldn't believe she actually had me talked into doing that. But I did feel somewhat stimulated at the idea. Finally It was Saturday, we headed off to the field. I had no idea what was going to happen, I felt naked with nothing but the sheer wisp of cloth between my legs. It didn't help that there was a half dozen boys sitting in the grandstands watching the runners when we got there. Lee had on an outfit similar to mine, we went over to the side of the field. Mike was running short spurts, several of his teammates were lining up, then they would dash 50 yards. Mike was always a half dozen steps ahead. Lee put down a blanket and we sat down, I coyly had my knees together. "OK. When he is walking back, you turn and reach for the water bottle, let your legs open just as he gets there." I giggled and nodded, still not sure about this though. I did take some deep breaths, trying to keep from blushing. The guys sailed by us not 10 feet away, Mike was moving ahead of them like always.Then he turned and headed back, he looked our way and smiled. So I reached back for my water bottle, carelessly letting my legs flop open. Mike walked right on by as I turned back, he didn't even react. "Did he look?" I whispered. "Yes, he sure did!" "God, he saw me then?" "Yep, Unless he is fucking blind. Hell, he didn't even hesitate." "He must be fucking gay." I heard her mutter. "He's not gay." I tucked my legs up, not thinking, and took a sip off my water bottle. Just then a shadow fell over me, I looked up. "Hi, Mary, Hi, Lee!" Billy Hanson stood there, a big grin on his face. Billy was the team water boy, and a bit on the chubby side. "I love your outfit!" He snickered, his eyes were looking right up the gap in my jumpsuit. Too late I realized and put my legs down, smoothing out the pants legs. "Go away, Billy!" Lee told him. "I know what you are doing!" He said in a sing song voice, then wandered off towards the rest of the guys. "Jesus, you just showed off your nuts to Billy Hanson!" Lee said, laughing. "Damn it, you could have warned me." "Sorry. But that was funny." "I am out of here!" I jumped up. Lee followed along behind, we went back to my house. We were supposed to tease Mike, get him interested. Instead all I managed was to get Billy Hanson's attention? For a few days after that it seemed that every time I looked up, there was Billy. I tried to ignore him, but he was stubborn. Finally I asked him to leave me alone. He looked at me with a hurt expression on his face. "OK. But I just found you...you looked so..hot! I didn't mean to sound like a jerk." Then he turned and walked away. Hot? Me? I watched him walk away. I stood there confused. The next week there was a school dance, one of those things that everybody goes to but nobody is really with anybody. Lee was of course dancing with all of the guys, she even danced with Mike once. As usual, I mostly stood off to the side and watched. A couple of boys did ask me to dance, I got herded around the floor and stepped on a few times. Then Billy walked up and asked me. I was about to say no but for some reason I lifted my hand and went with him. Billy could dance. Even on the chubby side, his movements were gentle, it was like we had been dancing together for years. I started to have fun. A faster song came on, we picked up the beat and in short order we were laughing, trying to outdo each other. Then someone tapped him on the shoulder. It was Mike. Even though the beat was fast, he swept me into his arms and we moved across the floor. I got a glimpse of Billy watching us, he had an odd expression on his face but then we turned away and I couldn't see him. When the song ended, he led me back to where Lee was standing. "Thanks! Hey, it's Mary, right? Save me a dance for later." I just nodded. "Wow. Maybe you did get his attention." Lee grinned. "It was just a dance." "He never danced with you before, did he?" "No, but..." "See? Progress." Mike came over later and we danced some more, then he asked me if he could call me. Excited, I said sure. "He wants to call me!" I whispered to Lee later. "Got him!" She grinned. A week went by, I saw Mike in the halls but he nodded like always and walked on by. I sat every night close to the phone, it rang a couple of times but we already had wireless TV. I told Lee that Mike hadn't called. "He needs another bit of encouragement." "I don't think so." "Oh, come on! Everybody will be at the lake this weekend for the festival, we will get him good then." Every year the city put on a festival for the fourth of July, nearly everyone goes. There is a nice beach, later in the evening some fireworks. There was always a small carnival, even local bands playing. Since it was going to be hot, everyone would be in shorts or bathing suits. So Lee started digging in my drawers. She came up with my green one piece suit that my Mom had sewed some padding into the top of. It was now a half size too small but I could get it on. Camel Toe Ch. 02 "What in the hell happened?" Lee asked me the minute we were back in her ratty little Volkswagon. I knew what she was talking about. My head was still spinning. Lee and I had gone down to the festival to tease Mike. I liked Mike, I wanted him to notice me and he just didn't seem to. So I let Lee talk me into showing a little bit of skin. Well, a LOT of skin actually. I probably look a little bashful and conservative to most people, the truth is that giving someone a peek at me excites me inside, I just try to hide it. Lee didn't have to work very hard to get me to do it. Besides, Lee is the type of girl that is always dressed on the edge herself, she teases everybody so there was a little of the trying to keep up bit going on there, too. I deliberately gave Mike a peek at my completely sheer panty covered crotch, he didn't even change expression. But he did ask me to dance later, he even asked me for my phone number. I was all excited, but of course he didn't call. Men are such assholes in that regard, they manage to actually get us ready, maybe even willing if they don't mess up with some stupid comment or just start grabbing. Yes, ready! And you don't follow up. But we can be stubborn. So Lee and I got our heads together, at the festival I leaned forward to hand Mike a soda, giving him a clear peek at my small breasts and bare nipples. I really wasn't sure of that part, Lee has these huge breasts with expanses of skin, I have bumps with nipples you can hang a hat on. But Lee said it didn't matter, telling me guys loved nipples and always went nuts at seeing them. He reacted that time, but not to that. Lee had dirty tricked me, snipped the elastic on one side of my bathing suit crotch. It had seemed all right when I was standing up, but when I sat down it just curled up and off of me. I was sitting with my ankles crossed, my nicely waxed and puffy very visible pussy hanging out, and I didn't realize it until something felt funny and I looked down. Well, if getting a peek like that was going to turn Mike on, that should have done it! He should have sat there with his mouth open. He should have said something, anything! "Say SOMETHING, DO something you stupid......" I thought, now blushing and trying to tuck at my bathing suit bottom. He got up and went back to his volleyball game. I no more than got my suit tugged back into place when Billy Hanson showed up. He plopped down on the blanket at my feet like he belonged there. Before I could even tell him to get lost he was going on about what I was doing and how none of us ever did anything like that for him. Like showing off in public was something we were supposed to do? I still don't know why I did it, but I spread my legs and let him look, just like that. Maybe I was thinking he would blush and go away, I don't know. He simply sat there and looked at me with a smile, then he bluntly asked to "see the rest." I just looked at him in surprise. So I did that, too. I leaned forward and let him look down my top at my tiny little titties. He stared some more. I realized he almost hadn't even looked at Lee laying there wearing 20 cents worth of cloth and some strings. Then next he took my hand and hauled me off to dance with him, he didn't actually ask me, he just did it, expecting me to go. Lee sat there with a shocked look on her face. We danced almost all evening, one thing Billy could do was dance. Once again I found myself having fun. The other thing odd about him was his manner. He didn't ask me if I wanted to dance, or if I wanted a drink or anything. He just told me, like he expected me to agree, do whatever he said? And I did. By the time he took me back to where Lee was, now surrounded by a pack of guys, I was confused. "I will pick you up tomorrow at eight." I managed to nod numbly. "Wear something sexy for me too." Then he was gone. Finally we were in the car. "What the hell happened? What the hell was that?" Lee asked. "I don't know." "I thought you liked Mike?" "I do...I...I did..I don't know." "I couldn't believe that, you just spread them out for Billy! It's a wonder he doesn't need dark glasses." She giggled. I blushed, I was still unsure of why. "You are going out with him?" "Yea, I guess so." "Jesus." She shook her head. "Billy fucking Hanson, the guy is a nerd." "No he isn't, he seems kind of...nice?" She just rolled her eyes at me. I decided I wasn't going to go out with Billy after all, so the next day I puttered around. I kept looking at the clock, around 6 PM I took a long shower and fixed up my hair. Then I pulled on some blue jeans and a T-shirt, went in to watch TV. The phone rang, it was Billy. "Hi, Mary! We are going to the Caravan Club so wear a nice dress, OK?" Then he hung up without waiting for an answer. Damn him! The Caravan club? The Caravan Club was a rather fancy place, they specialized in steaks and things like that. There was also a bar and dance floor but we were too young to get served so I wondered about that. I sighed, got up and went to my room. I looked at perhaps 10 dresses, picked one that was not too short and open nicely at the throat. It was a flowery design, the lower part flared out and the top was puffy. I liked it because it made my bust look fuller, since I couldn't really wear a bra with it. I pulled on a plain pair of white panties, deciding I didn't need nylons. Satisfied, I went back into the living room. "Going out, dear?" Mom said, looking me up and down. "Yes." "You look nice, honey. Who is the lucky guy?" "Billy Hanson." She looked at me in surprise but didn't say anything. The doorbell rang at exactly 8 O'clock. I looked over at Mom and she looked at me. She understood. Then she got up to go answer it. Billy was dressed in nice slacks and a light shirt, with matching jacket. His shoes were shined, he was perfectly groomed. He looked great, in fact. "Hi, Mrs. Miller! I seem to have the pleasure of your lovely daughter's company this evening. I hope that is all right with you?" He smiled politely. "Oh. Well, yes, it is. Come in, Billy. My, you look so handsome!" I blinked. My mother was acting all giggly. Over Billy Hanson? "Hi, Mary. Ready?" He gave me a smile, looking me up and down. "You look beautiful!" He reached out and took my hand confidently, turned to the door. Then he stopped, looked back. "Is there any time you would like me to bring Mary home, Mrs. Miller?" "Mary is 19, so she is all grown up. You may call me Marlene if you like." She beamed at him. "OK, Mrs.....Marlene. Thanks, I will take good care of Mary." Then he led me out the door. He stepped around and opened the car door for me, I had expected him to be driving some old hot rod or something like that. It was a New Mercedes, low and sleek. The seats were leather, soft. The finish gleamed. "Wow, this is really a nice car." I said, as he settled into the seat and started the engine. It instantly came to life. "It's a graduation present from my folks, they gave it to me for that and being accepted into college." "College? What are you going to study?" "Medical school. I am going to be a Doctor." I looked at him in surprise. Somehow Billy Hanson and being a Doctor didn't seem to fit. Then he reached over and pulled the seat belt up and over me, clipping it into place. His arm brushed lightly across my front as he did, that gave me a tingly funny feeling. "There, nice and secure." He said, hooking up his own. He shifted the car into gear and we smoothly pulled out. We pulled up at the Caravan club, a man in uniform came and opened the door for me. Billy handed him the keys and we went inside. The place was fancy, I had never been there. A waiter showed us to a table looking out over a small man made lake. Billy ordered for me, he didn't ask what I wanted. He also ordered a drink, and a glass of wine for me. I had drank wine before, I sneaked some out of Mom's cupboard and Lee and I had gone off to the park and drank it. I didn't like it much, plus it made me groggy and I got a headache. But I sipped the glass they brought me, it was wonderful. Everything was wonderful. I was with Billy Hanson and I was having a good time? That seemed to keep happening. After our meal he took my hand and led me into the bar. I was expecting to get our ID checked and then thrown out but no one questioned us at all. Billy looked like he belonged there? He ordered another drink, and another glass of wine for me. A band was playing, we got up and danced. I was still amazed at how easy it was to dance with him, he held me firmly but not too close, and our motions seemed to match perfectly. My head was in a whirl, I was having a great time. Later, we headed back home, I sneaked a glance at my watch, it was just before midnight. Out front, he shut off the engine and turned to me. "Here it comes." I thought, expecting him to reach for me, grab at me, try to do something. I had almost made up my mind to let him. "I hope you don't mind, but I am curious." "About what?" I said. "At the festival, you obviously weren't bashful." "Oh, Billy, I don't know why I did that." "I know why, you were trying to tease that Mike guy." "Yes, I was." "Well, you belong with me." "I do? How do you know that?" "I need a woman that looks good and can be a lady when she needs to be. And I need someone who can be completely naughty too." He grinned at me. "But I am skinny and flat..small busted and..." "You are beautiful! Your body is fine, I like it." "Oh, Billy...." He leaned in and kissed me on the lips, for only the second time. Again it made my head swim. I expected him to reach out, touch me, do something. He didn't. That was somehow mildly irritating. "I was serious about wanting you. I want to marry you." That was the second time he said that to me. "Why? You barely know me." "Oh, I know you. I have watched you since the 8th grade, you always paid no attention to me." I realized I had done that. Exactly like Mike had done to me. "Billy, I don't know what to say. I do know I like you, there is a lot more to you than I realized." "Please call me Bill. I will ask you again." He smiled and got out, opened the door for me. At our porch, he took me in his arms and we kissed again. Somehow it felt just right. Mom was in her bathrobe, she came out and sat down as soon as I came in. She was smiling. "How did it go?" She asked. "Fine. He actually is pretty nice. He said he wants to marry me?" "Oh! MY! Well, honey. You could do a lot worse." "Mom! I barely know him." "Think about it, Honey. His family owns the biggest chain store on the west coast." "That doesn't matter, I barely know him. Surely not enough to marry him!" "You will, and I bet you do! Give that one a chance, honey. Trust me on that." She grinned at me and went to bed. It was six months later, Bill and I took our vows. Lee was there, looking naughty as always. How she managed to look sexy even in her bridesmaid's dress I will never know. I felt sexy, too. I was wearing that same completely sheer pair of panties that started all of it. I didn't have on a bra, either. Bill and I had talked. He liked me naughty, he liked me looking sexy. He said he liked me showing off. What the hell, I liked it too. So I no longer owned any underwear, except for the "bowwoed" ones I had on. My man wanted me that way, I would be that way. There was a gift though. Bill had seen me, now many times. I had seen him too, he somehow was no soft and pudgy doughboy type with his clothes off. He was just big, and thick. Everywhere. The gift? He was to be my first. Not one time in the last six months had he even attempted real sex with me, although we did pet. Lord did we pet! I heard the Reverend say the words, Bill leaned in and kissed me. Me? Married at 20, and to Billy Hanson? Who would have ever thought? Bill even bought us a house. It was a short trip out into the country, just a few acres of land, a small lake with a dock. He came and got me, we drove out to see it. "Will this do? You can fix it up inside the way you want, anything you want." He told me. Plus he was now in medical school, going to be a Doctor. A Gynecologist. Of course. I started giggling thinking that, getting some funny looks from those around. Yep. Of course. I don't think of Mike anymore, I did find out he got a nice job working the counter at one of Bill's folk's stores, I see him there from time to time. My friend Lee met one of Bill's classmates, a sweet guy named Donald and they are engaged. They come over and hang out with us down by the little lake. Out there Lee doesn't bother with her top, I don't either. Sometimes we don't bother with bottoms, either. My Bill likes me that way. I keep myself nicely waxed, so does Lee. Yep, we both use that same man at the spa, Armando. He isn't gay, and he has nice hands. I told Bill about him, he doesn't mind at all. In fact. Bill likes me being looked at, he likes me showing off. So I do, it makes him happy and I like being naughty. Some might think we would end up swinging, changing partners. But we don't. We just like to excite our men. Lee and I talked our guys into going in and getting waxed, too. That was funny, but they both refused to let Armando do it. We even told them he is gay but they didn't believe us. Donald said that would make it worse, Bill just grinned and nodded. One of the women at the spa handled that, and we like them that way. I told Bill I wanted to watch that, he just grinned at me. I haven't yet, but maybe. Bill did come in and watch Armando wax me, he seemed to like that. We didn't even get out of the parking lot that day, it's a good thing we were in his big high pickup truck. Lee's Donald is a big man, too. She smiles all the time. One funny thing, my breasts started filling out. Perhaps something to do with being married to a very virile and very large man that knows every button to turn me on, every trick there is? I am not sure on that point. Maybe it is the seed growing inside me, just now starting to show? Whatever the reason, I don't mind that a bit. Camel Toe Fantasies I suppose the heading gave away some of the plot but then I'm not a novel writer, in fact this site has my only submissions. So at least be nice! ***** I grew up during the mini skirt era and always lamented the fact that my wife grew out of the fad and resorted to jeans and track suits. But now I'm a grandfather and as a result of long standing voyeuristic tendencies became aware of the camel toe presentations that many photographs showed. Many without the subjects knowledge and the range of ages was truly across the board. I travelled to our capital city and went walkabout during a couple of summer days and began to take photo's of subjects in various locations, always openly and if possible with the subjects permission. I have found that if you are open about what your doing then most people are the same. Anyway I took a few memorable camel toe photos and always took an extra ordinary shot in case the subject wanted to see the shot. A couple did and that made me even more careful. But the most memorable opportunity was when I was asked by my wife to photograph a series of parties being put on locally for several groups. I went along with it as the photo's were to be displayed in a special presentation and displayed across the state. My big chance, maybe? Anyway I went to the first party to find it was a theme dress. And most of the attendees were around the older teen group, 18's to 20's. I found that while they were very open they were also generally very modest. Except for a couple of nipple shots during setups for shots, very little else was seen. The second party was also a theme and this time it was the 60's. Many of the attendees wore their parents old clothes and my granddaughter was dressed in a knitted top with knitted hipster pants. I remembered well my wife wearing the same set to a christmas party some thirty years before, the set looked good on her then and it suddendly dawned on me that it looked even better on my granddaughter, Lisa because she didn't have the bra on under it, my wife had obviously worn a bra and at the time she was and still is quite shy and modest. Additionly, they didn't wear thongs back in the 60's & 70's, my oh my! my grand daughter did. There in front of me walking down the pathway to the party was the sexiest, almost totally naked bum that I had seen in many a day. On arrival I began to set up, my GD disappeared into the crowd, and it was considerable in size. I found that my fantatisies were there in front of me. As the various groups settled down for their photo shoot I was confronted by camel toe, pussy, bare nipples, even a couple of bare boobs when viewed from a certain angle. The clothes were of various colours and I found that certain colours just didn't go with the background set up by the organisers. Several of the participants needed to move in front of other colour backgrounds and this moving gave me several opportunities to snap nipples, whole naked breasts hanging down in loose tops and at least one thonged ass. Oh! I had a ball. And used two large capacity cards in the time. Most didn't object to my continual snapping as I had explained that I needed to just shoot off shots which would then be vetted to pick the best shots and sometimes the unaware shot could just be the best. On our arrival home my GD asked. "Hey Pa, did you enjoy tonight and did you get a lot of photos?" "OH! Yes." Was my emphatic reply really without looking at her directly, focusing on the camera in my hand. "Well, I hope that I can sit with you tonight and look at them, before you delete the funny ones or the ones others would not like?" "Oh I don't know that is a good idea, it ruins perception and there may even be some embarrassing ones, and I don't think that you should see some of them." "Well! Pa I need to tell you something, which I think you will not like me for?" "Hey Babe, that can never happen, what concerns you after such a nice evening?" "Well, with the agreement of some of those there, we have set up some of those embarrassing shots that you may have taken, and I would like to see them." "I still don't... WHAT!" I raised my voice at her, then calmed down. "What?" I repeated. "You did what?" "Well, you don't know but my friend, Jenna and I found some of your photos about a week ago when we were using your computer for homework, and we saw some of the photos you had deleted which were a bit embarrassing, we liked them and we like you a lot so we didn't say anything to Nan, but I am sorry that we looked in your file." I sat on the chair with the camera still in my hand and the filled cards in front of me on the computer desk. My head swirled around with all my thoughts. Fully Aware that my wife was standing there. "How, I... I mean... how did you get into the file, I thought it was protected? And I had deleted those shots" I asked. "Pa I don't know if you know but I am a computer nut, especially if someone hides things behind firewalls or passwords. It was fairly easy to crack your code, knowing you as I do. And you shouldn't use that old road runner coding, it's just too simple for someone like me. I can though help you to set up something that no one else will get into as easily." I turned around, and then looked at Lisa closer then, I sighed and motioned her towards me. She came over and I folded her into my arms, as she sat on my lap, as I have done for many years. "Thank you, but I am concerned about your friend knowing also!" I hugged her a little closer, then released her, standing up she didn't move very far and as I looked at her face I saw deep thoughts there. She turned and sat back on my knee. "Pa, I wouldn't worry about Jenna too much, she will be here in a little while as she is staying over. I am sure that she will want to see the photos from tonight also. What we would like you to do is to take some photos of us while she is here." "Oh! Hang on, I don't know about that. I mean ...?" Lisa leaned in and a chaste peck on the cheek and she then slipped up and away from my knee, and then turned to look at me. "We don't want anything risque' just some photos from someone we really love, you know Jenna thinks of you as her grandfather?" "Let's just see what happens, how long before Jenna gets here?" Jenna waltzed into the lounge, entering the house from the backdoor. Like Lisa dressed in a 60's outfit. Loose top and tight fitting multi-coloured pants, which my wife had made for her. Only this time they were pulled much higher than the waist fit they were designed as. I looked closer and Jenna giggled and spun in a circle stopping closer to me and facing straight on. There up close and perfect was her camel toe. I gasped and looked at Lisa, her hipsters were also hitched up, but her camel toe was not as prounced as Jenna's, due to the knitted pants she had on. "Well can we see the photos now that Jenna is here?" Asked Lisa. Jenna came close and as she bent over there were her perfect 19 year old breasts, loose, unencumbered by a bra and her nipples erect. Her face came close to mine and she kissed my cheek, glancing down, obvious that she was exposed to my eyes. "Can we please Pa, Pretty Please?" I sighed and picked up the cards and placed them into the computer slots. "You both know that this could take quite a while, don't you?" Glancing at the two girls. I indicated chairs away over the other side of the study, they moved and brought them to positions on each side of me. Now ignoring the partial show of breasts as they leaned forward slightly I went about downloading the photos. Of course there were the usual ones, even the unusual ones where the person has been caught out either not looking at the camera or even looking upwards, downwards or even with their mouth in the wrong position, both girls thought these ones were hilarious and there was a lot of laughter, but also a lot of serious comments, and also a lot of critism, of my shots too. I was getting a bit p...ssed off also. But a glance at either of the girls showed me a nice pair of bare breasts, now they were not huge, 34b would probably be about right, but naked and at times with erect nipples, they were a calming effect on my anger. Then we started to get into the ones where camel toes, down shirt, and the thonged ass were being seen. Lisa was surprised that her thong was on film, she commented, "Pa how did you get that, I wasn't aware that I had showed off my ass?" Jenna laughed, "Oh No! You did that delibertely, showing off your ass is something you do all the time." I laughed also, "Lisa you showed off that lovely little ass as you left here earlier tonight." Lisa said nothing, leaning forward she looked at those others around her in the shot and no one appeared to notice her lovely rear on display. She shrugged and sat back. I flicked through the new photos and gradually built up a series of camel toe, bare breasts, a nearly bare ass and several other shots that someone would be very embarrassed to see. Jenna had several down shirt shots, Lisa had only one, which surprised me. As we got through the photos I noticed the time well into the early hours. "OK! That's it for tonight, off to bed the both of you and a shower probably wouldn't go astray either." Both moved over, kissed my cheek and departed, I then opened the other card, which I had palmed out of their view, quickly looking at the overview I pickedout several special shots and filed them elsewhere and then remembering Lisa's comment about computers, quickly re numbered the whole card. I went to bed hearing the giggling, laughter and water running as they showered. Lisa came into my room as the light was still on, "Goodnight Pa!" she said, and Jenna repeated it from near the door. "Goodnight, off you go." Lisa waited near the door and I indicated her to go, she looked out the door and as she did I heard the bedroom door down the hall close. "Pa, I need to talk to you." Iindicated the side of the bed and she slid over and sat down, I hadn't seen Jenna so I didn't know what she had on, but Lisa had a loose nightie type top and small shorts under it, being so loose I could see her breasts as they rose and fell as she breathed. I noticed she had a rosy glow about her. I rose my eyebrow, and looked at her face. Lisa then said, "Pa, Jenna and I have talked while we showered and..." She then told me what they had decided when they had seen the photos. "Jenna and I want you to take some camel toe photos of us, we will pose on various outfits, bathers, panties and whatever else you would like. I don't mean porno's and not naked, but you know... good photos but with some camel toe shots, and we want you to keep them." I was amazed, here was my GD wanting me to take camel toe photos of her and her friend. I would have to think about this very carefully, there is nothing like a wife, who finds GD's photo's especially camel toe one's; and obviously posed ones at that, no telling what she would do, to both of us and Jenna's mom was a real ...! I looked at her and waited as I thought about it more. "Lisa, I don't know, what about Jenna's mom and Nan. They wouldn't like it, Ah... I really appreciate your thoughts and I really would like to do... Ah and take the photos, but..." I allowed my voice to drop away. Lisa stood up and turned for the door," she stopped a few feet from the bed and turned to face me. "Pa is it because you want naked shots?" "No! No! That's not it, I just think that you know who won't like it!" "Pa we are both over 18 we can really do what we want and we want you to take the phots, could we make it a portfolio, Ah really two portfolio's, one we can use maybe to get some more modeling work and one for you with the naked breasts, down shirt shots, camel toe shots and as a bonus I will give you a few naked pussy shots as long as they are not able to be identifed as me." "Lisa you don't need to do that...!" "Well ... maybe Jenna will go naked too?" she replied. I decided enough for now, "Scoot, bed now, let's discuss this together later today." I slept, awaking several times to fantacies of naked breasts, camel toes, wet thongs and then naked pussies. I also had a fantasy appear in my mind of my tongue sliding up one of the naked pussies and the resultant groans. Incredibly as I tossed and turned another fantasy appeared in my mind's eye. My cock sliding in between the naked pussy lips crouched over me. As a result I felt the throb and surge as my cock took over and spurted all over my belly and legs, making the sheets sticky and wet. Awaking the next morning late to the smell of eggs and bacon, stumbled to the toilet, pissed and showered, cleaning off the dried cum of my wet dream. On entering the kitchen I found both girls still in their night wear, indicating I sit and the food was placed on the table. As we ate, both giggled everytime one glanced at the other. We finished, they cleared the table, and wandered towards the bedrooms. I went to the study and looked through the photos again, Setting up the portfolios for each of the attendees, and then turned as Lisa and Jenna entered, they were dressed as last night, and I must have shown my disappointment as Lisa gasped "Oh!" and the hipsters suddenly became a pile of kitted wool on the floor around her shapely ankles. The thong was white, damp almost see thru and as deep as any camel toe that I had ever seen - close up that is. "Now do you see it better, Pa?" Jenna also made some swift movements and her hipsters were also on the floor. She again spun in a circle, this time slowly, showing off her purple thong also damp and pulled into a deep camel toe. I gasped, "Oh! Yes, I can see now, I suppose you want photo's now also." "Oh No!" in a very emphatic voice, Jenna made my head turn towards her. Lisa laughed and I looked at her. She was shaking her head in a negative manner towards Jenna. Jenna then facing me and stepping closer to Lisa she said, "No! I don't want camel toe photos just now, I want you to see my pussy first and Lisa's also." She grabbed at Lisa's arm and dragged her so that they stood together. She was shaking her head 'yes' and Lisa continued her 'no' motions. They giggled and as one turned and ran from the room. I watched as they disappeared, scooping their clothes from the floor as they went. There were two very near naked tushes disappearing from sight, with the giggles, and laughter as they went. I settled down somewhat uneasy at the way that went, but decided that it was all about the exuberance of youth. I began to sort the photos using the camera numbers to place names and dates on the files and had spent about an hour when I heard them returning, both had showered and entered the room with shortish tee shirts on. Camel toes different ones this time were evident again and no bra's. Both swirled around showing off their bare assests and the very swollen camel toes. I noticed as they were very close that both thongs were very damp and Lisa'a now pink thong was vitually see thru. Jenna's was the same and I could clearly see the prominent lips and hair which the brief thongs allowed me to see easily. The hair showing either side of the wet thong. Both approached me and took a hand each. Picking up the camera and they led me to Lisa's room at the rear of the house. There they posed, camel toes on show, bare breasts after the tee shirts were thrown on the floor and perky nipples on 19 year old breasts. Lisa's thong was wet I could see that and when taking a very bold close up of Jenna's thong with a slightly leg open position, I could see how much wetness there. I of course had a raging hard on. My jeans helped by encasing it somewhat, but it still throbbed and the two girls were aware of it as they posed, giggled and whispered amongst themselves. When I had taken several shots, either up close or full length ones the giggling stopped and I stood from my crouched position to leave when with a "1, 2, 3..." Both the thongs were sliding quickly down the thighs. I sighed, shaking my head and crouched down again. Snapping the closeup's keeping the background as out of the shot as possible, only getting the close up so perfect that when viewed later you could almost count the number of hairs on Lisa's perfectly shaped fanny. The shots of Jenna were a little different mainly due to the amount of hair on her fanny, While Lisa's trimmed fanny hair was not as thick as Jenna you could see her lips and her clit protruding at the top of her slit. Jenna's hair didn't allow a similar view, but it was obvious that she was aroused, there in several shots was the gleam of small amounts of her juices on the ends of her lower hair. I finished off taking photos and retired to my room, then to the bathroom to relieve myself. Even then I could see in my mind's eye, two wet, thonged camel toes and then two wet, obviously aroused pussies. I was in heaven. I moved out of the room, without glancing back and went to the study where I loaded the chip and downloaded the shots. Now I'm not a professional by any means and many of the shots I take eventually end up in the trash, but this time I had exceeded my expectations. There was only one shot to be deleted, a rush one or possibly a slipped finger on the button, but the rest were the best I have ever shot. The detail was perfect, as above the shot caught the sunshine on the small glistening drop in the hair of Lisa's pussy and the obvious excitement shown in the shots of Jenna's her vulva and lips were engorged and it showed in several of the shots, even with her hairy growth the swelling had moved and parted the hair and there were her lips and her slit on show for me. Quietly the two girls entered the study, they had redressed in thongs and tee's sat quietly alongside me as previous and watched as each shot came up on the screen. Not a word or noise was spoken. I glanced at them when the cycle finished. They both smiled and standing both kissed me on the cheek, smiled at each other and let. Later I retired to the bathroom and my hand relieved the pressure brought on by Camel Toe Fantasies. Camel Toe Incest "What's the matter, Dad?" Kiki took one look at her father's expression and knew he was in pain. "I just gotta lie down, Kiki. I pulled something, I guess." Benson Flood was limping and pushing a hand hard onto his hip. Then he saw the couch. "Kiki, what is this? I can't lie down now!" "Sorry, Dad, I'll move it all, just gimme a few minutes!" Kiki rushed in and started clearing her research paper off the couch. Books, held open by weights and full of bookmarks, notebooks lying open, pencils, the laptop-- the whole array took up almost all of the living room couch. Kiki bent over gathering things carefully together while her father grimaced and rubbed his hip. He placed the work gloves on top of the tube and watched her. What he suddenly saw was a sweet little ass bent over in a micro. A thong panty showed above the top of the evanescent wisp of skirt. The little flat triangle in shiny red narrowed to a cord descending between the globes of delicious little ass bent over in front of his eyes. The top surfaces of his little girl's buns-- glossy, creamy, fine-grained and so soft-looking-- swelled defiantly above the waistline of the mini. "You're eighteen now, aren't you, Kiki?" "Yeah. Why?" "Nothin'." His hip faded from his consciousness. He stepped a little nearer. Looking straight down, Benson could see the spot where the flesh in the valley took a little dip down toward her asshole, but it got too dark to see more than an undulation in the flesh. The red cord descended even further before being lost to sight. She dresses this way all the time in the summer, he reflected. I just didn't expect this. She's a real woman. The last year had been dramatic and Kiki had filled out. His craning to look deeper down his daughter's pants brought a fresh twinge from his hip, and he uttered a sharp cry. Kiki turned with an armload of books and saw his twisting face. "Go right in to bed, Dad. You don't have to wait for me to do this!" "That's a good idea. I'll have your mother rub it or make a hot pack or something." "She's gone tonight, remember?" "Oh, God, yes, she won't be back 'til Tuesday!" "Tuesday afternoon. I can make a hot pack. Go lie down!" "You can?" She nodded. "Well, good, thank you, sweetheart." "Did you leave anything outside that I should pick up?" "Yes, there's those bush loppers..." "Poor Daddy! Get the shorts off and lie down. I'll make a hot pack and bring you a bourbon or something. And I'll get the bush loppers. Want ibuprofen?" Kiki bustled around and set things in order, leaving her father alone in his room to undress and lie down. "Okay. Bourbon! Pills! Hot pack! Oil!" "Thank you, Kiki." Benson said from his pillow. "Oil?" "I'm gonna rub it, and rub your back. Mom would have done it." "I don't know, she might not have." "Well, I will. Can you sit up and take the pills?" He managed it with only one groan, and downed the bourbon, too. Kiki noticed the man was naked from the waist down, his hairy flank became exposed down to the top of his thigh. It reminded her of changing a baby for some reason, which made her smile. He lay down again and twitched a few times like a dog settling for a nap. "Comfortable?" "Well, yes and no." "Sorry. Okay, I'll put this on and then start on your back and work down." She pulled the cover back. Her dad's ass didn't look hurt anywhere. "Here?" He directed her placement of the compress. Then he heard a jingling noise and a musical sound by the bedside table. "What's that?" "My bangles and rings." A few more little noises. "Okay, here I come. Shoulders first." Her soft hands spread oil and massaged his shoulders. "That's not doing much, baby. Can you get up on the bed and put your weight on it?" "Sure. I guess. Just a minute." The weight of the slim girl straddling his back made itself felt, but she kept sitting back onto his hip. His wincing forced a reconsideration of the problem. She arose and then her thighs came down on his pillow. Straddling his head she could work his shoulders even better, and spare his hip. It may have been the smell. His head was in a box of soft girl flesh. If he opened his eyes he saw a closeup of inner thigh and groin that a dozen boys at the high school would have killed to have. As she moved up and sat back, the thong defined her intimate architecture ever more clearly, pulling itself between the lips and working itself taut. "What did you do with your skirt, honey?" he asked. Every time she lifted up, those fabulous naked buns re-formed themselves into youthful perfection, and when she sat, the pussy lips splayed softly on his pillow, inches from his nose. The thong cinched itself tighter against the young cuntflesh. Up it went, her hands ran along his back, then down came the pussy again. The cloth descended a millimeter at a time deeper into the womanly cleft, the soft lips mashed into the pillow and rose again. "Honey?" "Duh! I took it off, of course!" She sounded impatient with the question. It was obvious what she'd done. Her hands had progressed to his rib margin, and the stretch down was robbing her of power. She rose again and did the small of his back standing on the floor. Turning his head and dipping his chin, he could see the naked ass bending and straightening. Each bend rotated her pussy into view. Or, actually, the thong, so tight to the flesh that it might as well have been naked. The red cord didn't even hide the little anus, which moved out to say hello every time she pushed on his back. Benson had an enormous hard on, and he was beginning to sweat and feel the effects of the bourbon. "Hold still, Kiki." He reached out and captured the red garment at her waist and pulled it down. Pussy. "Daddy!!" Kiki twisted away and grabbed the thong to pull it up. She leaned back and pulled at it with both hands, but he didn't let go. Instead he rolled on the bed. Kiki caught sight of the gigantically distended cock and screamed, "No! Daddy! Stop it!" He pulled her in close by the scanty garment, the cloth sharply indenting her thighs. She braced her hands on his face and shoulder and pushed with a grunt of supreme effort. But he held her wrists together behind her, pushed her onto her back on his bed, and pinned her legs with his. Her eyes flashed back and forth from his grinning face to his raging cock. Her torso squirmed deliciously, offering him a view of soft belly and naked pussy. And he had a free hand. "I told you to hold still!" He played his big blunt fingers over the tightly closed lips of his little girl's cunt. Sweet pussy under his fingers. His wife had denied him for months now. "Daddy, don't do this, it's not right!" "You don't tell me what to do. Do you know how to suck cock, honey?" His tone was not threatening or angry, but conversational. It was his words that outraged her. "What?!" "You heard me: well?" "I'm not answering something like that! Let me up, please, don't do that, God!" Benson wedged a knee between her legs. His fingers cupped and moved, opened and explored her perfect little pussy lips. The clit came to view. He teased it with a fingertip. "Then I'll have to fuck you, I guess." She squirmed again, but the result only underlined her helplessness. Her father's fingers sank in and widened the gap betwen the labia. She didn't feel that he would really hurt her, but it was clear that he could do anything at all. The hand slid over her naked belly, circled a breast, and rose up to cup her chin. He spoke again. "Too bad. If you'd known how to suck," he said, and his finger stroked her lower lip, "we could do that." His hand descended along her neck, her other breast. "But I guess I get to push it right into this sweet--" "I can suck." His hand stopped short of her pubic hair. "You're lying." He slid it down and rubbed along her slit again. "I've sucked two guys, different times! I can suck!" He kept rubbing it. It felt good. It felt very good. It wasn't like the silly clutches and fumbles of her young would-be boyfriends, but warm, soft, controlled: firm and knowing. And she could do nothing whatsoever to stop him. "Will you suck me?" "Okay." A tingle, or a wave of little tingles, arose in her pussy. This time her squirm was to move her clit more firmly against his strong hand. It moved slowly, the little hairs passed over her tumid little button of flesh, sending more exquisite little shocks into her captive and helpless pussy. It was wonderful. Wonderful! "And I get to eat that pussy." "Yeah, all right. But no fucking, okay?" "I'll lick it *here,* and along *there*--" "Oh Jesus, that's nice that's so nice.." "-- with my tongue. I'll taste your juice, honey. I'll suck this little part--" "Oh! God, yes," she whispered. His vibrating fingertip made her tingle afresh. She whimpered and shook. "And I'll teach you how to make love with your mouth to my cock." Her back arched as a little come sparked up. Her pussy was open and flowing now. "I want you to lick me and suck me, honey. I'd like it very much." "I'll do it, Daddy!" "Thank you, precious. Open your legs now." Kiki spread herself, but she looked at the ceiling. He decided to take that. He released her arms, but she left them trapped under her. His very strength, the muscles which had been there all her life to protect her from all harm, were the power which now was going to ravish her. She submitted to their potency, opening her pussy to him as his just reward. "Do it, Daddy!" she said. His breath played over the soft thighs as he gently removed the thong down over her legs. She wanted the tongue and lips, the secure knowing strength which had conquered her; the very breath brought fresh thrills to her most female parts, so completely open now. His tongue licked with just its tip along the length of the slit and his fingers played across the extraordinary soft tenderness of her inner thigh's skin. She nearly came from his first lick. She couldn't imagine why she hadn't wanted to have him drive hot cock in there. She wanted it now, hard flesh dividing the lips and pushing in. His mouth moved in and kissed her and his tongue caressed her again. "You're sweet, honey," he told her. "I love you." "I know, Daddy. You can fuck me if you want. It's okay." She blushed very red. Had she actually just said that? "I will, then, sweetheart." His tongue invaded her, his fingers opened her lips, her clit felt the stubble on his upper lip. A quick wash of pleasure convulsed her. She writhed, pushing her shameless pussy hard into his mouth. "Promise me you'll fuck me, I need it!" "You'll suck cock and I'll fuck you very hard, princess." His mouth and fingers took her again to a little peak. "Oh thank you, oh that's so good..." He loved her tart virginal flavor. Her inner lips were thin, like puppy ears. The soft pussy responded, he licked and sucked, he worked her g-spot from inside, and sometimes sent as many as three thick and callused fingers deeply inside, to let her have a taste of penetration. She passed in a haze of lust from come to new tingling come, under her father's iron control. He seemed like he'd never stop, it was more than she could have ever hoped to have. Then his cock, burning between his thighs, risen to corded hardness and curved up hard toward his belly, could no longer be put aside. His mouth came away from her. While his two fingers pulsing in and out of the swollen pussy, he called her name. The thin inner labia had thickened and swelled, they held her open all by themselves, almost! Her hard clit had lifted up and thrown off its hood, and sat red and hungry at the top of the virginal slit. Each movement of her father's hand caused more strong sweet little waves, tingling and hot! She was still a little afraid to actually take a man's cock, but her pussy had no doubt at all. It wanted to be filled, it wanted to be fucked! "Kiki. It's time to suck me, little girl; open your eyes." The fingers pistoned in and out. She looked into her father's eyes, then down to his hairy nest with the long and powerful animal organ in it. It was too much; she didn't know how! "Come down on the floor, sweetheart." "Okay." She scooted toward him and knelt at his feet. His cock bobbed in front of her face. "Tell me what to do. It's too big to fit in my mouth, though." "You don't need to take it all in to suck, honey. Let's start. Open your mouth. Now your mouth is like the very best pussy in the world, because it has a tongue in it. Now I put it on your tongue. Close just your lips. Now close your eyes. Never let me feel your teeth, just at first. That's it. Feel those two little round horns right together on your tongue?" "Mmm-hm." "Remember how my tongue fluttered on your pussy? Do that, on them, and between them. For your first time, I'm going to fuck your mouth, but you keep your lips tight, like a pussy. And whenever you can, as it comes and goes, get those little horns. Here we go." Benson fucked in and out of his kneeling child's face. With utter sincerity, she followed his orders. It was very moving. "That's lovely, Kiki. You can smell the cock. You can taste it. You want it to be the happiest cock. Swirl it all around the cock, then back low again. Yeah. Now cup my balls with one hand and put the other behind me. Play with the balls gently, and keep on making the cock very happy. Yes, baby." His hips advanced and retreated, but there was a twinge of pain still. "Open your eyes, now. Oh, Jesus!" There was something primordially shocking about the face, so familiar and beloved, precious and pure, with its doting eyes lifted to him, accepting a length of hot meat and licking it! Licking and sucking, she gazed into his eyes. His body gave a twitch and a flush spread over him, bringing a needletip feeling to his belly, arms, face, scalp. His face was still wet; the smell of cunt was in his nostrils. His hips had sped up, he was fucking her mouth strongly. Her girlish little gasps through her nose thrilled him. Her hands coaxed him to come ahead into her, and to slide back through for more tongue. "Now you do the moving, just like I did." There she was. It was like letting go of the bicycle and watching her do it all alone. "Just make it the happiest cock you can make it. Oh my fuckin God. Oh, Kiki..." "Sit down, Dad, I want to sit on it!" "Yeah. Stand up on the bed." She was right, he couldn't have taken much more. He took her hand, helped her to stand and then lifted her up, holding her by the waist. With a little cooperation, her got her standing there, and tasted her again. Her hands held his head in tightly, and she gasped and groaned. Her pussy was a darker red, swollen, firm in the lip, the clit perked up and erect. She came again, and then demanded he sit. Taking a grip on her hips, he turned her and lowered her onto his cock. His cockhead speared easily into her hot little cunt. The event drew a yelp from her, she flashed him a glance of alarm. "Isn't it good, baby?" "Yeah!" She smiled again. "Good girl." As her body descended, he watched her face. The little mouth opened as her pussy did, her eyes rolled upward and closed, her soft arms draped themselves with girlish grace on his straining delts. Her neck, her flushed cheek, her open lips--all were so exquisite. His mouth moved to hers as she settled onto his lap. His cock, hard as bone, ridged and curved, pulsing with his rapid heartbeat, was completely enveloped by the young woman's perfectly elastic sheath. He visualized the thong on his pillow again. He knew exactly what the pussy lips looked like, right that second, mashed into his hair. Kiki kissed like a grownup. Her tongue dueled with his as she lifted her body up and down on his cock. She wrapped her hands around his neck, sucking at his tongue, moaning as he let her inaugurate her own pussy. Benson had achieved a little detachment by observing curiously the moment of Kiki's first time, but the vivid memory of the tight thong deforming against his pillow kicked him off his pedestal. His large hands gripped her ass cheeks tightly. He threw her down, lifted her again; his cock moved in all its sensitivity inside the perfect hips. The sweet tender skin of her flaring buns gleamed tawny and creamy in the bedside lamplight. His hips hurt to jack upward, but he could fuck hard anyway! Her soft arms clutched the tops of his, her beads jingled at her creamy neck, and he slid her powerfully along his cock, grunting in his throat. She experienced a series of body rushes, waves of tingling sweetness almost unbearable. Her dad's strong arms, slitted eyes, quick hot breaths, all underscored the strange heat of his invading flesh. Kiki pulled her head back. She came hard. Her body almost seemed to be shaking as he slammed her down again and again onto his cock, and her groans went on and on. "Oh fuck!" Benson moaned. He though about pulling out, but there was no possibility he could have done it. With one last press downward on the sweet hips he jammed cock deep inside, pushing her womb upward, and suddenly his cockhead flared, and the familiar twinges of subterranean muscle pumped come in pulses the length of his distended cock. He came roaring, firing spurt after spurt of hot cream deep inside of his little lover. "Fuck me, daddy!" Her words of encouragement flowed into his ears like a benison. Again and again he blasted her belly with hot seed, never wanting it to end. The last of his come oozed into her pussy. The flush in her teenaged face retreated. Benson closed his eyes. As his breathing started to return to normal, he was holding his delicate lover against him, tightly hugging her body to his, wondering how many things had changed forever. He could feel her, kissing his neck, mumbling something like "Thank you daddy" again and again. The future yawned ahead of them, as it indeed had always done. When he cried, she comforted him. She spoke soothingly, motheringly; and, still naked, as he had made her, she coaxed him to lie down, she finished her massage, replaced the hot pack fresh. He heard her put her bangles and rings on again, and the lamp was doused by a slim and pretty hand. Her mother would be home Tuesday to a changed household. He slept. ___________ Please take the time to vote on my story!! Thanks! Camel Toe "This will work!" She said. "That? It is ugly as sin." I protested. "Not after I get done with it. It will drive Mike fucking crazy!" I sighed and watched as she clipped the stitches holding the padding in, tossed them aside. Then she told me to put it on. I did, she looked me up and down. "Bend over." She said. I did, the top was now too big, it flopped off my chest, leaving me basically bare chested. "I can't wear this now.," I told her. "Sure you can, just be careful. Then when we get Mike into position, just hunch your shoulders forward and give him a peek." Lee actually had me practice, I could see where as long as I stood up or sat upright I was covered, but just a simple motion and I could pop either one or both nipples into view. "This is getting to be silly!" I told her. "Hey, flashing is fun. It will get Mike's attention, besides, I will dress a little naughty too." "You always dress naughty!" "Yea, but this is the lake. We can be even naughtier." "You are terrible!" Saturday came, we headed for the beach. It took us some time to find Mike and and the rest of the younger kids, they were off by themselves with a furious beach volleyball game going on. Most of the parents were sitting on blankets farther away, drinking beer and ignoring the racket. We positioned ourselves as close to where Mike was as possible. I laid out the blanket and started to sit down just as Lee slid her beach coverup off. I looked at her in shock. She was wearing one of those skimpy type bathing suits, basically just straps and triangles. "Good grief!" I told her. "Like it?" "Yes, but you are almost naked." "Oh, I am covered enough." "How the hell is Mike supposed to look at me with you looking like that?," I asked. "You will see, I have a plan." "Your last plan got me hounded by Billy Hansen for almost a month." "Oh, sit down, relax. Let's see what happens."I took off my wrap, suddenly feeling overdressed. I sat down and grabbed a bottle of water. We were sitting there talking when I looked up and saw Mike headed our way. "Hi, Mary..Lee! What's up?" Mike said, stopping at the foot of our blanket. "Oh, nothing. Just getting some Sun, trying to stay cool." Lee answered. "Wow, some suit!" Mike told her, grinning. Lee was sitting leaned back, her hands on the sand behind her. I was sitting upright, my arms around my knees. I was supposed to see if I could give Mike a peek, but there sat Lee glowing with oil and damn near naked. "Want a soda?" I said suddenly, reaching back for the cooler. "Sure!" He said, looking my way as I leaned forward to hand it to him. I saw his eyes drop down to the front of my suit. They widened slightly, I knew I had both nipples on display. I just reached out slowly with the soda can, he took it and popped the lid. "Join us?" I gave him my best smile. "Sure! OK!" He sat down right at my feet. Lee lay down, put her arm over her eyes. Mike kept glancing at her but he also kept glancing back at me as we made small talk. I knew that sitting down he wasn't going to get another peek. So I tried a different tack, I sat upright and let my knees flop open, crossed my ankles. At least this would give him a nice view of my suit covered crotch. I saw his eyes drop down, then widen. I felt a little shiver at that, he was interested. Then something felt funny. I looked down, the edge of my suit had rolled upwards, more than half of my bare beaver was hanging out. I quickly closed my legs. Mike sat there with his mouth hanging open. I started to say something, just then someone down at the game yelled at him so he hopped up and ran back to the game. I reached down to check on what had happened. The elastic band on my suit was clipped on one side. "Lee! Damn you! You snipped the elastic on my suit!" "That sure worked! I told you I had a plan." "Why didn't you tell me?" "I figured you would chicken out." "Now what do I do?" "Relax and enjoy the attention." I reached over and grabbed my coverup, I was just pulling it on when I heard a voice. "You aren't leaving, are you?" It was Billy Hansen. "Hello, Billy." "Don't leave. I want you to stay. Can I join you?" He sat down without waiting for an answer. "What do you want?" I asked him. "Just to visit, say hi. I like talking to you." "Oh." "I like the way you look, you are hot." There, he said "Hot" again? "Oh, come on Billy. You find me hot? I am skinny as a rail." "No you aren't. You look great! I saw what you were doing for....Mike." I blushed at that. "That was an accident." I lied. "No, it wasn't. I could tell. Nobody ever teases me like that, nobody ever pays any attention to me." He looked me right in the eyes. Lee was sitting there surprised, glancing back and forth. "Beautiful girls like you...and Lee..you never pay any attention to me." "Billy, I...." "I really liked dancing with you!" "Billy, I did too. You are a good dancer." "You did? But you make up to guys like Mike. I saw you...show off to him." I blushed at that. "You never do anything like that to me. Just by accident. Is something wrong with me?" "Billy, nothing is wrong with you. I like you just fine." "Then why is it always Mike, he gets everything?" I just looked at him. I have no idea why I did it but I did. I leaned back, opened my legs, feeling the edge of my suit instantly curl up. Billy's eyes dropped to my crotch, I knew I was almost completely on display. I felt the crazy flood of wetness, fought the urge to reach down and touch myself. I sat like that for a good 30 seconds, neither one of us said a word. Then I sat back up, closed my legs. I glanced over at Lee, her mouth was hanging open, a surprised look on her face. I just grinned at her. "Way to go, girl!" She said finally. "How was that, Billy?" I asked him with a wicked grin. "Wonderful! You are so naughty, so pretty. Can I see the rest?" Wow, that was blunt. Billy was strange, but bold. I leaned forwards, my top gapping open, let him look. He stared at me, smiled. I glanced at the huge bulge in his bathing suit, knew I had turned him on. Even Lee was looking. "You are perfect, beautiful! I love you, I am going to marry you." "What?" "I am going to marry you." "Billy, I am only 19. It was just a little peek, I don't even know why......" "So we will date for a few years if we have to." "Date?" "Sure, meanwhile, let's go dance." He hopped up, reached for my hand. I don't even know why, I took it and got up. "Oh, here. Put on your coverup. We can't be upsetting anyone." I put it on, meekly went with him. I looked back at Lee sitting there, the look of surprise on her face. Even dancing together on the sand, we fit perfectly. "Billy, why are you even interested in me?" I asked him. "You are submissive. I'm not. We belong together. You will see." He leaned in and kissed me, it made my head swoon. I kissed him right back, I couldn't help myself. I liked it. Submissive? Me? Well. I was wondering where this was headed. We will see.