The Invitation
The following day I came home from a shopping trip, only to find a frowning Josephine on my doorstep. She was barefoot and wore a small, tight, white bikini that clearly outlined her puffy breasts. Her nipples seemed big and were poking the material in a very teasing way. The bottoms were absolutely revealing too and showed a faint outline of her little ginny. Dressed to give people like me a heart attack.
"Hi Kurt," she said, frown turning into a big smile when she saw me. "You've been out?"
"Hi Sweetheart. I certainly have." I raised my arm containing two carrier bags to show her the proof. "What can I do for you?" I said while unlocking the door.
"You're invited for dinner tonight," she said. "And I hardly had to twist Dad's arm to get the invitation." She winked and asked before I could reply, "Are you coming?"
"I sure am, Love," I said. "Ten wild horses couldn't keep me away from a sweet beauty like you." I actually meant that.
Her eyes opened wide. "Oh Kurt!" She pulled me down to her level, hugged me tightly and kissed me. On the lips.
"See ya soon," she said in a throaty whisper and skipped back towards her home. Halfway there she turned back and yelled, "In half an hour?!?"
"Oh, OK!" I yelled back and went inside, strangely elated. 'She's only ten, for goodness sake. Get a grip on yourself,' I thought.
I quickly had a shower and changed into something comfortable. (White shorts, white T-shirt and white canvas trainers.) I found a couple of bottles of wine and a fizzy grape juice I had bought for some odd reason I can't remember. It came in handy now as a present for the hostess. I quickly walked over to their house and had hardly pressed the doorbell before the door was flung open.
"Hello again, Kurt," the blue-eyed angel in white said and looked at me reprovingly. "You're two minutes late!"
"Sorry, Angel. I had to have a shower and change into something comfortable." I bent down to give her a hug. She hugged me back and gave me another kiss on the lips. Slightly longer than the previous and a bit demanding, like she wanted more.
"Oh, OK. You're here and that's the most important bit." She guided me through the house to the garden where Paul was arranging some snacks and cold drinks on a table. He was only wearing loose, white shorts — It seemed that white was in today.
"Hi Kurt," he said and gave me a friendly hug. "Nice to see you."
"Hi Paul, and thanks for the invitation." I held out my presents for host and hostess. "Here you are. The bubbly is for Josephine."
Paul smiled, took them and put them in a cooler box next to the table. He indicated with his head towards Josephine. "Do you think I had a choice? She pestered me all day until I gave in."
Josephine pouted. "No I didn't."
"Did so."
"Didn't!"
"Sure did."
"Did
not!!!!" She grinned. "I didn't pester you, I only kept asking until you said yes."
"You sure did!" Paul grinned too and turned towards me. "Come on, make yourself comfortable."
"Thank you." I pulled the T-shirt over my head and left my trainers under a beach chair.
"Do you want a drink?"
"Yes please. Some white wine please, if you have any."
"What about me," Josephine said looking at the bottle of white her dad was opening.
"Ah, Honey, I've thought about that," I said. "Look here." I opened the cooler and got the fizzy grape juice. "I've got a non-alcoholic 'champagne' for you."
"Really?"
"Really!"
"Oh Kurt, you're the best!" She smothered me in a hug, pressing her small, lovely breasts hard against my chest. "So could my handsome courtier please open the bubbly for me?" She batted her blue eyes at me.
I removed the foil and the wire and let the cork pop with a loud bang.
"Yeeha!" Josephine yelled for no apparent reason.
I filled her glass and gave it to her just as Paul passed me my wineglass.
"A toast?" Paul asked.
Josephine lifted her bubbly glass triumphantly. "To good neighbours!"
"To good neighbours," Paul and I repeated, clinking our glasses carefully.
"And good looking neighbours," Josephine whispered under her breath, thinking I couldn't hear her, but I could.
"And to good looking neighbours too," I said loudly, looking directly at her.
She blushed but rose her glass to meet mine. "Definitely to good looking neighbours."
We chatted most of the afternoon and I was impressed by Josephine, who could talk about virtually anything and often had quite mature views on subjects. Then again, sometimes she acted like the ten-year-old she was.
"I'll start cooking," Paul said and plodded over to the barbecue with a load of meat stacked on an oversized plate. "You two just stay there."
"Do you swim?" Josephine suddenly asked.
"Do I swim?" I said. "Of course I do. I used to play water polo when I was younger."
"Play what?" she asked.
"Water polo. Fourteen people swim around in a pool, trying to get a ball into the tiny goals."
"OK." She stood up. "Last one in is a loser!" She quickly raced to the pool and jumped graciously in before I could even get up.
"OK, I'm a loser," I laughed and jumped in after her.
She swam over to me and looked seriously at me. "I didn't mean that, Kurt. You're
not a loser."
"I know," I laughed. "I didn't take it seriously. I'm not offended."
"Good." She splashed water in my eyes.
I splashed back and before we knew what, we were fighting for dear life, laughing all the time. She was quite fun and was quicker and more agile in the water than I would have thought.
"Hey," I said to her. "You're a really good swimmer."
"Thanks. I try to swim 40 lengths each morning and each evening."
"So that's why. You should try the local swimming club. You're good enough to do competitions, I think."
"Really?" She beamed.
"You are."
Paul called from the barbecue, "Dinner's ready in less than five minutes."
"OK," we both called back.
We quickly climbed out of the pool and when I turned around to give her her towel, I realised that her bikini had turned all see-through. I couldn't help myself, I stared. I could clearly see her small, pert, puffy breasts, not very grown at all, but nicely budding, with really big, hard nipples and quite big areoles too. The areolas were oval and slanted, which I found absolutely enticing. Her ginny was clearly outlined and, as expected for an ten-year-old, she was absolutely hairless still.
She became aware of my staring and looked down her front. "Oh my!" she exclaimed and quickly covered herself with the towel. "I'm so embarrassed of my puny breasts."
"No, no, don't be!" I said, a little too quickly. "You've got the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen. They are so gorgeous that I couldn't keep my eyes from them. They're absolutely lovely!"
"Really?" Apparently a favourite expression of hers.
"Really!"
"Oh." She stopped covering up and quickly dried herself instead. When mostly dry, she strutted over to the table, breasts forward. Quite a sight.
Unfortunately, the water quickly dried away and the bikini became less revealing, apart from the poking nipples and the outline of her ginny.
We ate our dinner, chatting incessantly and drank some more wine, until it became too dark to stay out.
On the way in, Paul said to Josephine, "Joe, you need to go to bed now."
Josephine yawned. "OK." She went upstairs to change while Paul and I sat down in his den each with a cold beer in hand.
"She's quite taken with you," Paul said.
I looked in his eyes to see if there was any problem there, but it seemed quite innocuous on his side.
"She is honestly a dream," I replied. "She's lovely and nice and smart and well-spoken and absolutely beautiful. Who said that blondes are a few pieces short of a puzzle?"
"Not I, I guarantee you. She is almost a true copy of her mother, you know." His eyes went damp. "I've known her mother all my life. My mother and her identical twin sister, Auntie May, dated two identical twins and they did everything together. They became pregnant on the same day and gave birth nine months later at the same time in the same room. My mother had me and Auntie May had Janice. Janice and I grew up together. We lived in the same house and did everything together. When we were eighteen, we decided to get married, on the wedding night she became pregnant and nine months later, on our birthday, actually, Janice burst an artery in her brain, she went into coma and were declared brain-dead at the hospital. They managed to save Josephine though and I haven't dated as such since then."
"I'm sorry to hear that. I was thinking, how about you being first cousins, didn't anybody say anything to that."
"Oh they did." Paul laughed humourlessly. "They certainly did. Mum and Auntie May realised soon, though, that we were completely in love and quickly accepted the inevitability of our relationship without further problems. They always stood up for us and helped fight the prejudice. But it was probably a bit difficult to know that we had sex all the time ever since we were about nine or ten."
I whistled. "Wow! I didn't start until I was nearly eleven."
We talked a bit more about his childhood in a house where there in reality were two fathers and two mothers. His and Janice's parents shared the same bedroom and apparently did everything together and everybody treated both Paul and Janice as their own child, whether it was or not.
Josephine came rushing down the stairs in a short silk nightdress. By short I mean
short. She bent over to kiss Paul goodnight and I got a full view of her bare bum from behind. Due to the light, I could vaguely see her labia and almost had a heart attack again.
"Goodnight, Dad," she said and went over to me. She bent over to kiss me too and I could see Paul's eyes open wide, when he realised how much he could see. He started to smile and shook his head in mock disapproval.
In the meantime I was treated to a kiss. Not just a simple goodnight kiss, but a proper kiss. Josephine pressed her lips to mine, parted them lightly, let her soft tongue out and pressed it against my lips. Slightly shocked, I parted my lips and let her in. She grabbed my neck, pulled my face hard to hers and let her tongue dance with mine. I started to breathe heavily and got absolutely rock hard. This hugely underage girl turned me on. And she knew it for she brushed her hand over my shorts along the length of my erection and emitted an approving sound.
After almost a minute of this, I had to come up for air.
"Goodnight, My Lovely Prince," Josephine said and looked into my eyes with a look I had only seen in a few girls, who were declaring their undying love to me. I wondered, did she like monsters?
"Goodnight, My Beautiful Princess," I retorted, not really knowing what to say ... or what to think, for that matter. "Sleep well. Sweet dreams." If everything else fails, you can always retort to the safe and known clichés.
"Of you, I promise," she said and darted upstairs again.
I must have looked slightly bewildered, for Paul was laughing out loud. "As I said, she
is taken with you."
"Oh my," I said. "That was tense. My heart is still racing like a sprinter's."
"Why don't we watch a DVD to remove some of the tension?"
"Oh, OK."
Paul unlocked a cupboard next to his 60 inch flat screen TV and looked at the rows after rows of DVDs in there. "Ah, yes, I haven't seen this for ages." He put the DVD in the player and the TV came alive.
A very well endowed young girl, not a day over sixteen appeared on the screen. She wore a loose tank top and small shorts. Apparently not a bra though, as her breasts moved freely under her top. She looked quite like Paul and somewhat like an older version of Josephine.
"She looks like you," I said.
"She sure does. That's Janice, you see. She's fourteen here."
"I see."
The camera zoomed out and two identical men entered the picture. They wore white corduroys and similar T-shirts.
"That's Dad and Uncle John," Paul said in his running commentary.
'Hi Dad, hi Uncle Flloyd,' Janice said. 'I feel so hot today.' She moved her hands enticingly over her body from her navel and upwards, lifting her breasts in the process, showing off her hard nipples. 'I need some help, now!'
'Ooooh,' one of the men said.
"That's Uncle John," Paul said.
He went behind her and started to caress her lithe body. He slid his hands upwards, underneath the tank top and continued upwards until it went over her head and fell to the floor. I was looking at Paul's dead wife, half naked and got a hard-on. Paul's dad, Flloyd, went in front of her and started to lick her large breasts. Her nipples were really big and he sucked them and bit them, while she was writhing in ecstasy. Her areolae were oval like Josephine's and slanted too.
Uncle John slid his hands downwards over his daughter's body and pushed her shorts down to reveal a bald pussy. Janice turned around to kiss her father and I had a short view of her in all her naked beauty.
"Do you mind?" Paul asked sliding his hand up and down the outside of his shorts, along his erection.
"Not at all," I said, eyes glued to the scenery in front of me.
Paul quickly pushed his shorts off and began to masturbate in earnest while watching his girlfriend and cousin with her dad and uncle.
Seeing him masturbating, I realised that I had to do something too and shed my shorts too.
Paul glanced in my direction and stopped mid-stroke. "My goodness," he exclaimed. "How big are you?"
"More than a foot, I think."
"Holy macaroni, it's more than just 'more than'! You're as long as my underarm and almost as thick as my wrist!"
I shrugged and returned my eyes to the screen. The men on screen had managed to strip in the few seconds we took to do the same.
'Oh God, Dad, I love your dick.' Janice was masturbating her father and moved his dick towards her open mouth. Bending over forwards left her open to attack from behind and Paul's father didn't hesitate.
'And I love that pussy of yours,' her uncle said and started to penetrate his niece slowly.
'Ungh!' she said as her dad's dick passed all the way down her gullet.
The men started to move, slowly at first.
'I love to fuck your daughter,' Uncle Flloyd said.
'Me too,' John laughed. 'But her mouth and gullet are not bad either.'
Janice had a smile in her eye as she looked up at her father. She obviously loved to get treated by two men at the same time. They kept making love for some time, more and more frantically.
'I'm coming,' Flloyd moaned, throwing his head back. 'I'm coming.' He tensed up and sent his sperm into his young niece.
'Nnngh. Phthhh. Nnnngh.' Janice was shuddering in an orgasm just as her father started too, sending his hot jism down her gullet.
Both men withdrew and kept spraying her with sperm. Her back and front was soon covered and she looked lovely.
Paul's hand sped up and he tensed while making slamming moves with his hips. He erupted and sent big gobs of his sperm several feet out into the room. Well, I hardly needed to touch myself before following suit. Where most people seem to shoot in spurts, I've always sprayed in a constant stream. I don't know if it's because I produce more sperm than normally, but there you go.
Neither of us softened at all, and on the screen John laid himself on the bed where Janice straddled him, slowly guiding her father's still hard dick into her sperm-dripping pussy.
'Oh Honey, you're so absolutely gorgeous,' John said and started to make love to his daughter.
'And you're such a stallion, Dad. Just like Uncle Flloyd. I love your big cocks inside me and having your incestuous sperm spray my womb.'
And Flloyd was ready for some action too. He went behind her and placed himself at the back of her wet pussy, pressing his big hard dick in with his brother's. He didn't manage to get in very far, but he got it well greased and soon moved to her tight anus.
As Flloyd entered Janice's brown hole, she threw her head back and moaned, 'Ahhhhhhh, I love two big cocks inside me at the same time.'
'And I love fucking your tight arse,' Paul's dad said.
'Isn't she talking too much,' a young voice said.
'She certainly is,' Uncle John moaned underneath her, trying to suck on her breasts.
'Let me do something about that.' A young boy with a steel-hard erection entered the picture. Paul, I immediately realised.
'At last, My Love,' Janice said. 'I feared that you would never come.'
'I'm here,' Paul said. 'And I want to feel you. Now!'
He entered her mouth and she had him all the way down in less than a second. I hadn't realised before, but Paul has a completely cylindrical and straight dick with a big head, just like a thick broomstick with a big bump at the end.
"Wow," I said. "She's good."
"You've got no idea," Paul replied and masturbated a little faster. "She could take anything. Later I'll show another video where she takes one almost your size."
While she bopped up and down on Paul's rod, her father pumped in and out of her wet pussy and her uncle did her bum right good. Her big breasts swayed with each thrust of her lovers and her nipples seemed rock hard.
And I, I felt like a teenager again. Watching dirty movies, wanking with somebody else, commenting on the action on the screen.
"Whoa, your girl was absolutely hot. No wonder you fell in love with her. I would have loved to do her, had I had the chance."
Paul looked in my direction and nodded towards my hard rod. "And she would have loved to be fucked silly by that black mamba of yours. She just loved big cocks like yours."
'Oh Sweetheart,' Uncle John said on the screen. 'I love to fuck your tight pussy. Everybody says you're a dad's girl ... and how right they are.'
'Mmmm, nnnn, nngh,' Janice said around Paul's hard dick.
'Aye aye,' young Paul exclaimed. 'That feels great. Try humming. Please!'
Janice started to hum a melody and Paul's eyes glazed over.
'I don't think I can ... I can ... I can hold ... Hold on much longer ... I ...' He slammed his dick all the way down her throat and started to ejaculate.
Janice turned from humming to screaming around his dick as she too came.
Flloyd slammed hard against her bottom again and again. 'Take this,' he yelled. 'Take my seed deep inside your bum. Let me fill my favourite niece with the hottest enema ever. Ayeiii!' He obviously flooded her intestines with his juices as some slowly seeped out, running down her wet crack.
'Oh my. Oh my. Oh my. Oh my. Oh my. Oh my,' Uncle John groaned as he filled his daughter with his incestuous sperm. 'You're so bloody hot, My Love. Nobody can resist you. Least of all your family!'
Janice let Paul's shooting dick go and kissed her cousin intensely.
"That was so hot," Paul reminisced. "It's so hot tasting your own sperm from your lover's mouth."
Seeing all this made me dump my load once again on the floor and I created a big puddle of white goo just as Paul came too.
"Oh God," he said with a tear in his eye. "I miss her so much."
"I understand," I said. "She seemed quite unique."
While the action on the screen was winding down, my bladder sent a message to me that now was a good time to go so I padded off to the loo, having a hard time (pardon the pun) doing a wee as I was still rock hard. In the end I had to make do with a slow and painful trickle that took several minutes to complete.
Shortly after I had to break up to get home to grab some sleep and Paul promised that we could repeat the performance the following day.
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