Jennifer's Summer New Story Mg Fg MF Group Cons bg DO NOT READ THIS MATERIAL IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD OR IF YOU OBJECT TO SEXUALLY EXPLICIT FICTION OR IF STORIES OF SEXUAL CONDUCT BETWEEN ADULTS AND MINORS IS ILLEGAL IN YOUR BACKWARD STATE OR PROVINCE. THIS IS PURE FICTION AND SOLELY INTENDED FOR ADULTS TO READ. I was already married when I fell in love with Jennifer. It was my wife's fault that I even met her. Jen was barely four and a half feet tall and couldn't have weighed more than 70 pounds. Seeing her for the first time in a tiny two piece bikini honestly took my breath away, especially since she had dropped the top down for her aunt to apply sun screen to her shoulders, arms, and back. Her breasts were perfectly round and absolutely lily white in contrast to the golden tan of her body. Her areolae were pale pink, the nipples a shade darker and slightly erect. Oh, Jennifer is 11 years old, just shy of 12 when I met her. I had to look away before my jaw fell open and my cock could jump loose from my pants. I was instantly in love - deep, undying, I have to have her love. Jen's aunt - my wife - had invited the child to spend the summer with us in Laguna Beach where we'd lived for the past year. Kim and I had met at a swingers' club in Long Beach a few months before we married. I'd fucked her within the first couple of minutes of meeting her... but then again she had probably fucked a dozen guys that night as well. That's what happens at swingers' clubs. People fuck. Jen's parents were apparently about to split up and needed some space. So we had the child for at least a couple of months and I couldn't be happier. Kim and Jen were giggling with their heads close together. I wasn't sure what they found so funny but I figured it had something to do with my seeing her tits. Kim continued applying sun screen to her and the two of them headed out to the pool. Our 30 year old rented house sits on a hillside so we have a great view of the Pacific along with the constant fear of mudslides devouring us, the house, and everything in and around it. That happens in California. But while we were here, we were loving it. The only drawback was the neighbors just uphill from us. They had a clear shot down into our pool, so we have to be a bit careful about nude swimming during the day. They'd called the cops on us once before when we had a party that got a little out of hand. We hadn't spoken to them since. Kim and I had talked about inviting the child to come a couple of days before but her arrival was a complete shock to me. I'd been in LA attending a software symposium so I hadn't been around to pick her up at John Wayne Airport. I took the chance while they were in the pool to go through the child's stuff. Our house is a 2/1, typical of the area, and pretty tiny compared to some of the mansions along the beach. Jen's room houses a single bed, a 4 drawer dresser, a full length mirror behind the door, and a closet about big enough to stand up in and turn around with your arms at your sides. The sand colored walls haven't been painted since Jesus was a small boy and there's no plan to do anything about it now. One oddity is the imbedded hooks on opposite walls where someone had apparently strung a hammock in some past tenant's life here. Her clothes were strewn across the bed. I was particularly interested in her panties, of course. I had an urge to smell them and, if I felt safe about it, to rub my cock over them. I stepped back into the kitchen and glanced out at the two. They were laughing and playing. No problems to foresee. I stripped off my clothes and grabbed my swim trunks and headed for the child's bedroom. Quickly rummaging through her few belongings, I found three pairs of panties. Thongs! I was elated. The child wore thong panties. I held each to my nose, one by one, breathing in the scent of... detergent. Well, at least I had seen, felt, and savored the thought of her in them. My cock looked up at me, begging for attention. I smiled and lowered the few ounces of material to him and let him run himself all over them, paying particular attention to the spot where the child's young pussy would rest. Then I spotted the fourth pair. Lying on the floor almost under the bed was another pair. Baby blue, tiny, almost nothing to them. I stooped and snatched them up, examining them closely. They were the ones she had worn. I looked closely at the butt strap. The tiniest hint of childish skid mark, a hint of moisture where her pussy had been. Quickly I brought them to my face, smelling them, licking them, tasting a bit of the child. I put them in my mouth, sucking on them, dreaming of heaven. My cock was screaming at full attention. He wanted to cum on them sooo badly. I heard the kitchen door open. I dropped the panties back to the floor and dashed into our bedroom, standing just inside the door pulling on my trunks. Jen rounded the corner headed to the bath just as I had my trunks above my knees. She stopped dead still, her young eyes glued to my throbbing pecker, waving at her like a long lost lover. "Uncle Bill! WOW!!! That's the biggest dick I have ever seen." Her little hand seemed to have a mind of its own because it instantly went to her crotch and held it tightly. Her reaction was so spontaneous I knew immediately that my new little house guest was a masturbator and quite possibly sexually active. My suspicions were confirmed when she glanced over her shoulder, checking to see if her aunt had come in, and said, "Can I touch it?" Now my dick isn't THAT big. It's a righteous 8 inches all right and nice and fat when it's aroused. It's definitely a mouthful, anyhow. Now this child wanted to touch it. I mean, what kind of guy would I be if I denied her that chance? I stopped trying to pull up my trunks and looked at her, this golden child with her waist length blond curls, her huge blue eyes, her straight legs and her little tanned bare feet.... And she asked if she could touch my cock? I damned near shot a load. I was so in love and awestruck that all I could do was nod. Jen stepped forward and reached her little hand out, grasping Willy like a baseball bat. I couldn't believe it when she dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth. My hands went to her head, I laced my fingers in her blond curls and held her, pulling her face into my crotch, pulling out to let her adjust, shoving in to get more and more of him into her. In seconds I was thrusting my hard cock into the child's beautiful mouth. She moaned, a deep guttural moan, as if she was climaxing, which she may well have been, I don't know. I was so lost in the feel of my cock in her that my knees began to buckle. I reached down and touched her chest, I ran my right hand beneath her bikini top and grasped her beautiful firm little breast, feeling the hard nipple. My left hand shoved her tightly into me as I felt my orgasm approach. No way in hell was I not going to cum in her mouth. I think I heard her choking, I'm not sure. She may have retched a bit, my cock buried deeply in her throat, but she didn't try to get loose. She took my full load and swallowed quickly a half dozen times, absorbing it all. I leaned heavily against the door jam, spent, exhausted. I'd had a climax measuring 8 on my Richter scale. My world was spinning. As I opened my eyes Kim came into view standing a few feet behind the kneeling child into whose mouth I had just cum. I can't recall ever seeing such a gorgeous full smile on my wife before that moment. She stood there with one hand dug deeply into her bikini, masturbating furiously, looking as if she could cum at any moment. The child heard her and spun around, her face contorted with fear of having been caught. I leaned down and kissed the top of her head as I continued to feel her up, now both hands clasped onto her tits. Kim reached for my chin and pulled my face up, our lips touching in a sweet kiss. "God, I love you, Bill. Are you happy with the gift I brought home for us?" End of Chapter One. Please check back periodically as I add material from time to time.