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   Synopsis : A poor little rich girl looks for love.

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activity among persons under 16 in real life.

   These are just words, people.  Just words.  If you have a problem with
words see a competent shrink or an English teacher.  This story is all made
up.  I've never been to Bermuda, and know nothing about it.  If I've made
mistakes, just grin and bear it.  It's just a fucking story, folks.



   --==+==-

   I became sexually active last summer.  It just happened overnight, kind
of.  I hadn't really thought of sex that much, until suddenly it became the
most important thing in the world to me.  I mean, I'd played with my clitty
bump and shit, who hasn't.  But suddenly, it mattered.

   I tried to seduce Rover, our butler, but he didn't seduce.  I worked on
the yard guy, and he seemed willing, but he was too afraid of my dad. 
Finally I struck gold with the pool guy.  He was only seventeen, and he was
pretty fearless.  Him and my dad had seemed to hit it off pretty well,
which helped, I think.  Not that it mattered, we were very careful not to
get caught.  He was damn careful.  Anyway, he popped my cherry in the
poolhouse, when my dad was away on business, and he did a damn good job of
it.  I still fuck him occasionally, although he doesn't work for us any
more.

   I pretty much fuck anybody that'll go a round with me.  I've fucked rich
and poor, young and old, boy and girl, man and beast.  I'm only fifteen
now, but I like to think I've already pretty much done it all.  Is what's
weird is how much sex still turns me on.  It's something I haven't seemed
to get used to, yet.  It never gets old.

   The funny thing is, my daddy still thinks I'm a virgin.  I know, he's
got a blind spot where I'm concerned, like most dads.  Someday I'll have to
burst his bubble.

   I get along great with Chelsea, my dad's girlfriend.  Hell, of course I
do, she's almost my age.  She's nineteen.  He's forty-one, I know, I
know... she's no dummy, she knows what he keeps her around for.  She's
ready to shake her moneymaker whenever he winks.  She blows him every night
at dinnertime, while he and I sit at the long table and eat.  She's
underneath, sucking his cock.  She doesn't get to eat until he cums. 
Sometimes I drop my napkin and try to peek at her, but it's a damn long
table.  I've never managed to see my dad's cock, although Chelsea tells me
he's a beast.  I'd like to see for myself, frankly.

   One night Chelse and I were laying in my bed, talking.  She'd just
fucked my dad, and put him to bed.  Then she came to me, like she does
quite often.  She's a hell of a good cunt-licker, and I'm not to bad,
myself.  I like to be on bottom, and she curls up on top of me, her cunt in
my face, my cunt in hers, and away we go.  I don't consider us done until I
cum a half dozen times or so.  I'm good at that shit.

   Another funny thing is, though I've never seen my dad's cock, I know
well what his cum tastes like, I've licked it out of Chelsea's cunt a
hundred times, at least.  I mean, cum is cum, but it turns me on for some
reason to know it's my dad's cum.  Weird.

   "Chelse..." I said, sighing.

   "What, luv..." she said.

   "You goin' to the island with us, this spring?"

   "I dunno...  your dad hasn't told me yet...  do you think he'll want me
to go?"

   "Prolly...  just to have you on standby if nothing else..."

   "Does he have lots...  of girlfriends down there?"

   "Well...  no more than anywhere...  I mean, there's always some chicks
ready to throw themselves at him, when they figure out who he is...  or if
they know what he's worth."

   "Yeah...  I guess...  I hope I get to go."

   "I hope you do too," I said, and leaned down and kissed her, right on
the lips.  She tasted good.  She tasted like my cunt, actually.  I tasted
good.  I love the taste of pussy.  I almost think I'm a lezzie sometimes. I
mean, I love cocks, but I don't like guys that much.  Guys are smart-asses,
and mean sometimes.  Some guys get off treating me like shit, because they
know I'm a rich bitch.  I hate that.  Girls are jealous of me usually, but
they treat me okay.  Or maybe because I'm a girl I can stay one step ahead
of them or something.

   "We'll prolly go sometime in March," I said, and she nodded.  "We have
access to a private beach, which is topless, so dress light.  It's funner
than shit."

   She nodded again.  "I'm looking forward to it.  Like I said, I hope I
get to go."

   "He'll prolly take you," I said.  "He's comfortable with you.  You're
familiar to him by now."

   "Yeah," she said.  "Yeah."

   I decided that was enough talking.  I slid down her body, and spread her
legs with my hands.  She had the cutest little cunt, and a nice little
patch of blonde pussy hair.  I was depped already, nice and smooth.  Still,
sometimes I regretted it.  It would be cool to shave designs in it, like
she did.  I was in the middle of deciding if I wanted a tattoo on my pussy
mound or not.  I thought I did, but I hate needles.  Maybe next year I
would.  I'd get my friend Cyra to get me some pain pills or something.  I
just don't handle pain well.

   I finally got to cum again, and at last Chelsea wandered back to my
dad's end of the house.  I got some sleep.



   --==+==-

   The next day, I was driving through downtown Miami when I got stopped.
Well, shit.  That sucked.  I had my fake license, the one my dad got me,
with my fake "of-age" persona on it.  At least I wouldn't get busted for
being only fifteen.  I had floated a stop sign, or some such goofy shit.

   I was surprised when the cop came to my window.  He was young, and hot.
He made my tongue hard.  He was wearing a cute little pair of shorts, and
his legs looked good.  I pushed my sunglasses up onto my forehead, and
stared out the window, down at his legs.  He cleared his throat finally.

   "Yes?" I purred.  He asked to see my license, insurance, all the usual
crap, and everything was in order.  My mind was churning on how to keep
this going for a while.

   "I'm sorry, officer," I said, "what did I do?"

   "You crossed the center line a time or two...  just wanted to make sure
you were okay," he said.  I nodded.

   I motioned him to get closer, and he leaned down.  I breathed in his
face, to show him I hadn't been drinking, plus, hey, it's kinda intimate. I
knew my breath smelled good.  It always smells good.  I even brush my
tongue.

   He kind of flinched, anyway.  I know he wasn't used to getting that
close to...  perps like me.  But he stayed down, at least.

   I looked at his badge again.  Brett.  "Brett..." I said, trying to sound
seductive without sounding too slutty, "maybe you could give me driving
lessons sometimes." I reached in my purse and pulled out one of my cards.
Well, it's not really "my card", they're just business cards I pick up and
write my name and number on the back, for times like this.  I gave him one
and he took it.

   "Call me sometime," I said.  "Like tonight.  Please." I smiled at him,
and he smiled back, and put the card in his pocket.  A little more small
talk, him telling me to drive carefully and shit, and he let me go.  I
hoped I'd started something.  Having a cop for a fuck buddy would be too
cool.  It might even come in handy someday.



   --==+==-

   Anyway, off I drove to Cherise's.  Cherise's is a trendy little clothes
store that I love for some reason.  I'd pretty much made her business a
success, single-handedly.  I probably spent three or four grand a month
there, at least, if not more.  She had cool, off-the-wall stuff, like what
I liked.

   She had some new shit, and we spent an hour with me trying shit on, and
her recommending or not recommending.  She had a good eye.  And she had a
good eye for me.

   Finally we got down to business.  She told the girls out front to mind
the store.  They giggled and rolled their eyes at each other, they knew
what was going to happen next.  Cherise and I went in the back, in the
little store-room area at the back of the store.

   Cherise is thirty-something, and fine.  She's blonde, unlike me, and has
piercing blue eyes.  Her face is staggeringly beautiful, it was fun to
watch men come in the store with their wives, and see her for the first
time.  Men couldn't keep their eyes off her.  She would give a classical
sculptor a spontaneous ejaculation.  She was beautiful.

   And, it didn't stop there.  Her breasts were incredible, firm and high,
with the biggest nipples I've ever seen.  Way bigger than mine, and mine
are pretty goddam big.  Her tits were the things teenaged boys could only
dream of.  And her butt was hard, high and firm, too.  She had it all.  I'd
run into her two years ago, and we'd fucked within the first week that I
met her.  I think she actually loved me, and I loved the shit out of her.
If I ever decide to be gay, I used to think, she's the one for me.  She is
my soul-mate.

   We stripped each other, and she literally tore my thong getting it off.
We were both breathing in gasps.  When I fucked around with her, something
just took me over completely, it seemed like.  I plastered my lips to hers,
and sucked her spit into my mouth.  She made me insane with lust.

   Within seconds we were on the floor.  I was on bottom, where I loved to
be.  I love to feel the weight of people on top of me, for some reason. 
Her cunt was being ground into my face, and her tongue was in my pussy. 
Nobody did oral better than Cherise.  Nobody but me, maybe.

   We kissed, licked, sucked and tongued each other for maybe an hour. 
Finally I heard the door open, and a girl named Dawn entered.  Dawn had
done this before.  I welcomed her with open legs.  She stripped, and joined
us on the floor.

   Cherise finally got up and found her purse, on the desk.  She got out
the device.  Ha ha, I thought, now the fun really begins.  Cherise had
bought the bitch online somewhere, and it was something special.  It was a
vibrator, fairly small, but it was intense.  It buzzed like an insane
locust.  She smashed it against my clit, and I came within seconds.  She
just held it to me, laughing, and I came for the longest time ever.  Dawn
and Cherise laughed and giggled, and I came.  I finally came back to earth,
and grabbed the vibrator.  I held it to Cherise's clit, and it was her turn
to cum.  When she was done, I licked it and stuck it up her ass, and licked
her pussy until she came again.  Then it was Dawn's turn.  Cherise, bless
her nasty little heart, licked the vibrator clean first, and then plastered
it against Dawn's clit.  The girl just blew up, cumming like a volcano. 
Damn, that bitch was intense.  It was well worth a new set of double-A's
every time.

   We lay there for a while, cooling off, giggling and talking.

   "Shur..." I said.  "We going to the island in a few weeks.  I'll miss
this shit."

   "Oh, you little bitch," said Cherise, sighing.  "Take me with you.  Let
me see how the other half lives."

   "I wish I could, darlin'," I said.  I'd thought more than once about
introducing Cherise to my dad.  She was as intensely sexual as he was, they
might make a good match.  I loved her too much, really, though, I knew my
dad doesn't treat his fucktoys very well.  Chelsea, case in point.  I
didn't want him to chew her up and spit her out, like he does.

   "What do you mean, the island?" asked Dawn.  Dawn was a fox, but a poor
little lower-middle class fox.  I knew she didn't have any idea how people
like me lived.

   "Bermuda," I said, and she nodded.  I knew she'd be lucky to visit there
once, in her life.  I felt a little sorry for her, but hey, that's life.

   We lay around for a while longer, and finally I got up.  I had to keep
moving.  I had shit to do.



   --==+==-

   I went to Walley-world, and bought some bathroom shit.  I went through
the clothes, turning my nose up at the cheap shit, but I found a few shirts
I liked, and threw them in my cart.  Sometimes I liked the cheap,
middle-class look.  An old man was staring at me, his wife looking at
frumpy dresses behind him.  On impulse, I pulled my skirt up and my panties
down, and flashed my beaver at him, winking.  He just stood there with his
mouth open, staring at my cunt.  I was almost sad to hide it again.  I
winked at him again, and left.  I hoped I'd made his day.  Getting old must
suck, I decided.



   --==+==-

   I got back home.  I looked for David's truck, but he wasn't there. 
Maybe he'd come tomorrow.  He usually came and checked the pool every two
or three days.

   One of my dad's cars was missing, so I knew either he or Chelsea was
gone.  It was her, he was laying in the sun in the back yard.  I went out,
and lay down in a chair beside him.  I yanked my t-shirt over my head, and
pulled my bra off, scratching beneath my breasts where it felt so good. 
Damn, I got tired of bras, but I didn't want my nice perky tits to get all
saggy before I was twenty.

   "Daddy..." I said, and he nodded, never opening his eyes.  I knew he
knew I was topless, I'm usually topless, when I'm in the back yard.  I
loved the feel of his eyes on my tits.  His, and Rover's.  Rover loved to
stare at my beautiful tits too.  That's why I'm still surprised he didn't
jump at the opportunity to get his hands on them.  Crazy.

   "Daddy," I said again, "I want a new car.  I'm tired of that goddam
old-lady mobile.  I want a Mini Cooper, like Cyra's."

   "Mini Coopers are cheap little pieces of shit.  And they leak oil," my
dad said, without opening his eyes.  I knew he was savoring the moment,
before he fastened his peepers on my fabulous nips.  I rolled over, so he
could get a perfect view of them when he finally decided to look.

   "I don't care," I said.  "They look cool.  Buy me one with everything. "

   "Talk to Rover," he said, "tell him to sell the Beemer and you can get a
Mini.  I don't care, actually."

   I knew he didn't really give a shit.  And, it was true, I wanted one. 
What I wanted I usually got.  I watched his face.  Finally, he slowly
opened his eyes, looking towards the sound of my voice.

   I have a weird relationship with my father.  He's my real dad, not a
step-dad or anything, which probably just makes it a little weirder.  I
know he lusts after me, I can see it in his eyes, and he's a
straight-forward kinda guy.  He says what he wants to say, with no fear. 
He tells me all the time I'm a fox, and that I look good.  He's said more
than once that he'd like a taste of me.  I know he would, he's actually
even more amoral than I am, if you can believe it.  He's been used to
getting what he wants his whole life, everything, I think, with the
possible exception of me.  In a way, that's why I don't give in, just to
give him that feeling.  The unusual feeling of not getting what he wanted.
It was still kind of fun to see him perving over me, though.

   He stared, actually licking his lips.  I giggled, making my boobies
bounce.  He sighed loudly.  I was used to his theatrics.  I did theatrics
well, too.

   "Girl..." he finally said.  "You are looking fine today." He just stared
at my tits.

   "Thanks for the new car, daddy," I said, and he nodded absently. 
"Daddy..." I had a thought.  "Are you taking Chelsea when we go to the
island?"

   He was silent for a while, still staring at me.  Finally he spoke.

   "I dunno...  what do you think?  I almost think I need a break from her
sometimes...  to keep her fresh..."

   "Whatever you think, Daddy..." I said.  I knew he was going to do
whatever he wanted, in any case.  "She's a lot of fun, I'd love to have her
along...  I'd keep her entertained, when you didn't want her around..."

   "Yes," he said.  "I bet you would.  Trixie, honey...  do you and Chelsea
make out?  I've noticed that sometimes in the morning her face smells like
pussy, and I don't think she can reach hers..."

   I giggled.  So what if he knew.  I didn't figure it would do anything
except turn him on.

   "Yeah," I said.  "We fuck.  We did just last night, in fact.  You go to
sleep too early to get in on that shit."

   He laughed, kind of wistfully, for him, I thought.  "Damn," he said. 
"That is sexier than shit.  I'll have to give the bitch a raise.  Damn."

   We just lay there, in the hot sun, and roasted for a while.  I dozed
occasionally.  Finally the door slammed, and I heard Chelsea's voice.

   "Roman..." she said, and my dad made a noise, "Some guy from the bank
called on my number, looking for you.  Something about the Platt group."

   "Shit," said my dad, "You should have called me.  I was expecting that
call."

   "Sorry, I was too close to home," she said, and I heard him go in the
house.

   "How was your day?" she asked, and I opened my eyes.  She stood there,
looking good in a little pink sundress thing.

   "Great," I said.  "I went to Cherise's for my weekly fuck, and then
Walley-world, where I showed an old man my beaver.  You?"

   "Not that interesting," she said.  "Just grocery shopping and shit."

   She lay beside me, after she stripped her dress off.  She looked cute in
a little blue pair of panties.  I rolled off my recliner, and pushed it
over next to hers, then crawled back onto it.

   She giggled, and I leaned into her, and we kissed.  She was sweet, and a
good kisser.

   "Chelse..." I said, "I'm trying to talk my dad into taking you.  I hope
he does."

   "Me too.  It sounds like fun."

   "Lemme give you some advice, though.  My dad being the occasionally
spiteful bastard that he is, don't let him know how bad you want to go. 
Pretend like it don't matter either way to you.  He'll turn you down for
sure, if he knows how bad you want it."

   "Yeah, I kinda noticed he's like that..." she said, laughing.  I touched
my lips to hers again.  I loved her very much, I realized.  Shit.  If my
dad wasn't a borderline jerk, she might end up being my stepmother.

   "Chelse," I said again.  "Daddy knows we fuck.  He asked, and I told
him. He said your face smells like pussy sometimes."

   We both giggled at that.  "Does it bother him?" she asked.

   "Hell no," I said, "he said it turns him on.  Chelse...  I'm halfway
thinking of something to do someday..."

   "What?" she said.

   "A threesome.  Me, you and him.  What do you think of that?"

   She was silent for a while.

   "Well, shit, I dunno," she finally said.  "You can do whatever you want
to do, I guess.  I wouldn't mind being in the middle of that.  And I know
he wants a taste of your ass, he's told me that, before."

   "Yeah, he makes it kinda obvious," I said.

   "You think you could still be his little girl, if you let him fuck you?"

   "I dunno.  That's why I haven't done it yet.  I don't know how he'd come
to grips with it.  The way he is, I really don't think anything would
change.  He'd better not treat me like shit, afterwards.  You know how he
is.  But, who knows."

   "Yeah.  Would you actually fuck him?"

   "I suppose.  And, I admit, I'm curious.  After what you, and Donice have
both said about his cock.  If it's really that big, I couldn't help myself,
I'd go for it.  I don't care what they say, Chelse, size matters." Donice
was daddy's girlfriend before Chelsea.  I'd loved her, but he'd finally
dumped her when she hit twenty-four.  His target age was a little younger
than that.

   She giggled.  "Yeah, he's a monster.  He's the biggest I've ever taken,
and I've even done some basketball players before." We lay in the hot sun,
and talked about shit, and giggled the rest of the afternoon.



   --==+==-

   To my great satisfaction, Brett the cop called me about sevenish that
evening.  We had a nice little chat, maybe ten minutes worth, and I hung up
with the promise of a date next Tuesday evening.  He seemed like a nice
guy. That was okay.  I could do nice, and still have a good time.



   --==+==-

   That night, about eight o'clock, Cyra picked me up, and we went
clubbing. I had on a pink miniskirt, and some high boots.  I looked sexier
than fuck, I thought, and Cyra told me I did, too.  I had my hair in a
rough braid, and it still reached my butt, it was so long.  I almost never
wear jewelry, but, on a whim, I'd clipped on some gaudy costume jewelry
shit I'd found in my grandmother's old jewelry box.  It looked goofy, but
cool.

   Cyra had on a miniskirt, too, a dark blue one, and some little
ankle-high boots.  She had all kinds of jewelry on, several necklaces, and
all kinds of small earrings.  She had seven holes in one ear, and five in
the other.  She looked fine, tonight, and I knew together we were
incredible.  We'd give a dead man a boner.

   "Cyra," I said, after I got in her car.  "Are you wearing panties,
darling?"

   She laughed.  "Hell no.  I do got some in my purse, just in case.  You?"

   "Hell no.  On a night like this?  Hell no." I said, laughing.  I spread
my legs and felt the air conditioning blowing on my sweaty cunt.  It felt
good.  I smeared my hand down there, smearing the sweat around.  I sniffed
my hand.  Sweaty cunt smell, damn, that was sexy.  I loved the smells my
body made.  Even my asshole smells good.  Well, it smells sexy, at least.

   We drove into downtown.  We finally decided on Finagle's, and drove
South a few blocks.  The place was packed as usual, but I knew we wouldn't
have to wait, and we didn't.  The doorman passed us right in.

   Darren Smith was there, with his usual crew, sitting at "his" table.  I
sighed.  I tolerated Darren, he was, after all, the sweetheart of the Miami
club scene.  He liked me, well, he was so old that he perved over me, but
he really liked me.  Way more than I liked him.  He got us seated, with me
right next to him, of course.  Shit.  I knew I'd probably have to blow him,
before the night was over.

   There was some new kid at the table, and I really liked the looks of
him. He was young, probably not eighteen yet, as was I.  He was a blonde,
which I don't usually go for, but what the hell.  He looked like a surfer,
and I like surfers.  Brainless, but sweet.  I finally got up and asked him
to dance.  He seemed surprised, but he followed me out on the dance floor.

   Finally, a slow song.  He was a passable dancer, and he held me, at
last, and we danced slowly, moving with the crowd.  We talked, and I found
out his name was Nevin.  Typical surfer name, I thought.  I finally hugged
myself against him, and let him hold me.

   We finally returned to the table, and sat and talked.  I could see
Darren glaring at me, but I didn't give a shit.  Darren thought he was the
matchmaker of Miami, and I figured that he hadn't planned on me hooking up
with Nevin.  Not that any hooking up had happened yet.  I knew Darren
wanted me for himself, in any case.  Fuck him, though.  He could make or
break people, but he couldn't make or break me.  I was my father's
daughter, I was above even him, socially.

   The night ground on.  The great game went on all around us, but I only
had eyes for Nevin.  I watched him dance with other girls, not jealous.  I
hadn't seen one yet with him that I couldn't take him away from.  I was
confident.

   We finally found a quiet corner, and kissed for the first time.  He was
a good kisser, better than most guys.  Pretty quick his hand was in my
shirt, feeling of my fat nipple.  I was oozing juice, down below.  I was so
wet I almost wished I had on panties.  Pussy juice dripping down your leg
looks kind of gauche, although I knew it would just turn guys on.

   "Nevin..." I put my face to his ear and whispered loudly, trying to be
heard over the music.  "Come with me to the bathroom..."

   Finagle's has unisex bathrooms, but he stopped at the door.  I tugged at
his hand.

   "Come on.  I meant come in with me," I said, and he nodded.  Oh, his
lips said.  We went in.

   Goddam, I thought.  Somebody had dropped an atom bomb.  Fuck.  You don't
shit, in unisex bathrooms.  Peeing only, please.  I drug Nevin back to the
end stall, and inside.  I had to stand beside the toilet so he could enter,
and shut the door.  I turned the lock.

   "Nevin," I whispered, "Fuck me, darling..." I straddled the toilet,
leaning up against the tile wall.  My butt was sticking out, and I reached
back and flipped my skirt up over my ass.

   "Are you sure, baby?" he said, and I nodded.  Of course I'm fucking
sure, I thought.  Jeezus.  Who wouldn't jump at the chance of fucking sweet
adorable little me?  Surely I was his type.  Any girl that puts out is
usually a guy's type, anyway.

   I waited while he unzipped his slacks and drew his cock out.  I couldn't
see behind me very well, but he looked to be an appropriate size.  Good.  I
felt him rub my butt, and finger my asshole, and I sighed.  Good.  We were
getting somewhere, finally.

   I felt the tip of his cock on my pussy lips, my wet, juicy oozing pussy
lips, and he slid inside me.  Damn.  He had a nice fat cock.  He felt good.
He quickly established a nice rhythm, and began fucking me properly.  I
tried to keep quiet, and luckily the music outside was noisy enough it hid
my little groans and moans.

   People came and went, peed and went, I mean, and I heard somebody in the
stall next to us.  I giggled, knowing our feet would be visible.  It would
be obvious what we were doing.  Well, we weren't the first people to fuck
in the bathroom at Finagle's.  And we wouldn't be the last.

   Somebody pounded on the wall next to us, and I felt Nevin recoil in
shock.

   "That you, Trixie?" a girl's voice said, and I realized it was Cyra. 
She'd seen my boots and recognized me.  I giggled, and replied.

   "You gettin' fucked, girl?" she asked, and I said, "Yeah.  You?"

   "Yeah," she said, laughing.  Nevin just fucked away.  He was nice and
steady.  I felt one of his fingers reaching around my hip, down under me,
and wiggling around on my clit.  That felt fine.  His other hand was
playing around with my asshole, rubbing my puckered sweetness.

   "Stick your finger in, darlin'," I whispered loudly, and Nevin pushed
his middle finger into my asshole, after licking it.  Damn...  that felt
sexy...  I loved to be fucked, with a finger up my ass.  It...  stimulated
me.

   I finally came, to my satisfaction.  A few minutes later, the second
time I came, I felt Nevin cum, too, and I figured the show was over.  He
finally slid out of my cunt, and I stood and turned and hugged him.

   "Thanks, baby," I said, and he nuzzled me and mumbled things back to me.
I could hear Cyra cumming in the stall next door, and we giggled some more.
It was a pretty good night, all in all.



   --==+==-

   We took a taxi home because Cyra was pretty zonked.  We lay in each
other's arms in the back seat, giggling.  The driver almost ran off the
road a dozen times, watching us kiss.  I got a weird relationship with
Cyra, she's my best friend, and I tell her almost everything, she knows
I've made out with a hundred other girls, but I've never fucked around with
her.  All we've ever done is kiss.  In a way, I think we're waiting until
the suspense is just killing us, then I think we'll finally fuck ourselves
silly.  I'm willing to wait, it'll be worth it.  I lover her dearly,
although she's such a slob I couldn't imagine living with her.



   --==+==-

   I slept 'til noon the next day.  It had been a fun night.  And I never
had to blow Darren, I'd seen some other girl under the table, and he
wouldn't look at me after Nevin and I had come back from the bathroom.  I
think he knew we'd fucked, something I wouldn't do for him.

   Anyway, I laid around most of the afternoon, and finally dragged myself
up about three-ish.  I went downstairs in my little nighty.  My dad was at
the dining room table, with three other men in suits.  Shit.  Too late to
go back upstairs and change.  It didn't matter, I like showing off anyway.

   "My daughter, Trixie," I heard my dad say, as I stumbled through,
heading for the kitchen.  I knew I looked good, the top was almost
see-through, and I knew my fat pink nipples showed up pretty good.  I gave
them a little wave, and disappeared into the kitchen.  Rover was in there,
peeling potatoes.  Rover is our butler, technically, but he mostly just
does whatever he wants around the house.  He imagines himself a master
chef, and we get to try out his creations.  He's a good cook, at least.

   I know Rover likes me.  He stares at me as much as my dad does.  I like
to give him a little show.  I pranced around, sniffing what he was cooking,
bouncing up and down so my boobs bounced, shit like that.  I knew my tits
looked good in this nightgown.  I liked teasing him.

   Like now.  "Rover," I said, "why don't you wanna fuck me?  Don't I look
pretty enough for you?" I figured someday I'd wear him down.  I mean, it
was kind of a contest now, me against him.

   "Miss," he said, which is what he always called me.  He looked down his
long nose at my tits.  "I would love to do you the honor, but you are my
employer.  It would not be...  fitting."

   I laughed.  "My dad is your employer.  I'm not shit."

   "My dear, don't say that.  You will always be big shit where I'm
concerned."

   That got a laugh out of me.  Just to make his day I pulled my panties
down, and my nightgown up over my neck, turned around and bent over at the
waist and looked at him through my spread legs.  I could feel my tits
hanging down, and I knew they were in plain sight.  I knew my asshole and
cunt were, too.  Okay, that's kind of slutty, I admit it.  Slutty, but fun.

   I left him with a dreamy smile on his face, and came back out of the
kitchen with a box of cereal.  I stood and watched my dad and the guys as I
munched handfuls of it.

   "The entertainment area will include playgrounds and even a small
outdoor theater," my dad was saying, obviously trying to sell them on some
project of his.  The guys were barely listening, now that I was there,
though.  They kept stealing glances at me, to my amusement.  Finally I had
a heart, and went into the living room and laid on the couch and watched
TV.

   The guys finally left, and my dad came and sat down beside me.

   "Did you sell it?" I asked, and he laughed.

   "Don't know.  They'll call in a week or two," he said.  I nodded.

   "Trix," he said, "I've decided.  We're gonna take Chelsea with us, and
were gonna take the clipper.  To the island.  It'll take two days probably,
but it'll be fun.  We haven't done open seas in a while."

   Oh, yes, that would be cool.  The clipper was hundred and twenty feet
long.  He owned half of it, with one of his business partners.  It was a
fun boat.  It usually had a crew of three.  Maybe one of them would be
young and cute and horny.  And, with Chelse along, it'd be even more fun.

   "When are we leavin'?" I asked, and he said the fifth.  A Saturday. 
Good, I thought.  This will be fun.



   --==+==-

   Tuesday rolled around, and I got ready for my date with Brett.  I
dressed kind of demurely, for me.  He'd seemed a little old-fashioned, but
maybe that was just because I saw him as an authority figure.  We met at
O'Fields, and left my car there, and went in his.  He had a nice car, I was
glad he hadn't showed up in his squad car.  We went to a nice restaurant,
and had stimulating and trendy conversation.  I was right, he was a nice
guy, a real nice guy.  He did surprise me, once, though.

   We were talking about the city and shit, and he just suddenly stopped
and looked at me.

   "Trixie...  darlin'..." he said, "How old are you, really?"

   Shit, I thought.  He made me.  Damn.

   "Brett!" I said, acting slightly offended.  "You saw my license...  I'm
eighteen, like it said...  how could that be wrong?  How could I lie, since
you seen my license?"

   He laughed, and I think he was embarrassed, then.

   "Yeah..." he finally said, "You're right.  You just look so young,
though!"

   I laughed.  He didn't need to know the truth.  He didn't need to know my
dad had fucked with the system.  And he sure didn't need to know I was
underaged, not with what I was planning.

   "Brett..." I said, "where do you live?  Can I see your place?"

   He laughed again.  "It's nothing special..." I could tell he was
slightly embarrassed again.  "I guess we can stop by."

   He was right, it was nothing special.  A little apartment, in a block of
similar ones.  How people could live like that was beyond me.  Still, it
was okay for what I was planning.  I ooh'd and aah'd, just to butter him
up. I finally sat on the couch, and he sat beside me, turning the TV on. 
We made small talk for a while.  Finally I turned to him.

   "Brett..." I said, "I like you.  I think you are very cool.  And it's so
cool that you are a cop..."

   He smiled and nodded.  I wondered if I was the first girl to pick him up
off the street.  Probably not.

   "Brett...  I don't want you to think I'm that kind of girl...  but would
you kiss me?"

   He laughed, and put his face towards me.  We kissed, almost chastely.

   "Oh," I said, "that was not nearly enough."

   Twenty minutes later, he slid his hand underneath the back of my shirt,
and toyed with my bra fastener.  I made a wordless noise of assent, and he
unsnapped it.  A few seconds later his hands were inside my bra, under my
shirt, and I sighed with satisfaction.  This was moving along nicely.

   Another twenty minutes, and he was slowly inching my jeans down my legs.
I had on a thong, and when I finally kicked my jeans off, I felt his strong
fingers digging into my ass cheeks.  It felt damn good.  We were still
kissing, our faces were glued together.  I felt his finger creep closer and
closer to my asshole.  Good, good, I thought.

   I finally kicked my thong off and stretched out on the couch, my feet on
the floor my legs spread.  He couldn't resist, and he rubbed my pussy,
feeling it's smoothness.  It was dripping, too.

   "You shave this morning?" he asked, and I laughed.  "No.  Laser." I
said, and he shook his head.

   "Damn, girl.  You're serious about that shit," he said, and I laughed
again.  Fuck.  I was serious about that shit.  I loved my smooth pussy.

   His finger toyed with my pussy lips, and stroked my clit.  My legs
jerked.  He finally, slowly, slid his finger into my wet cunt.  Damn...  it
felt good.

   "Brett..." I whispered, putting my lips against his ear.  I knew how
sexy that felt.  "Brett...  make love to me, darling...  fuck me... 
please..."

   "Damn," he said again.  I knew I was blowing his mind.  While I layed
down sideways on the couch and arranged myself, he stood, and hurriedly
stripped his clothes off.  I was gratified to see his cock at last, he was
no giant, but he had a respectable one.  I liked cocks.  And he had a good
one.

   He lay on top of me, and I felt his cock poking around, down by my
pussy. We both giggled then, and he took hold of it, and aimed it, right in
the middle of my pussy lips.  He pushed into me slowly, carefully...  and
then just stopped, halfway in.

   "Darling..." he said, a thoughtful look on his face.  "Darling, are
you...  protected?"

   "Yeah..." I breathed, "I got the...  thing, whatever you call it.  The
thing inside me."

   "Good, good..." he said, and started pushing again.  In a moment, he was
all the way in me.  He felt good.  He squeezed my ass, hard.  That felt
good, too.

   He pulled out almost all the way, and pushed back in.  I sighed. 
Damn... why does that feel so good...  I lay back, and let him fuck me.  He
did a fine job of it.  I came, fairly quickly, and then, like I usually do,
I came again, hard.  One for the money, two for the show, I thought.  I
would love a three to get ready and a four to go.  This guy might be able
to pull it off.

   His finger crept closer and closer to my little rosebud.  "Put it in," I
breathed, and he wiped his finger on his dick, getting some of my pussy
juice on it, and pressed it into my asshole.  Damn, for some reason that
feels so good, a finger in your ass while you're being fucked.  I liked my
asshole being messed with, and this was always too cool.  I loved it.

   "Brett..." I whispered, "Hold it in...  let me cum one more time, but
hold it in...  I'll let you butt-fuck me, if you can hold it."

   His eyes lit up.  Guys love that shit, butt-fucking.  Something about
it. I hadn't done a lot of it, but I knew the basics.  And luckily, I'd
pooped before I left the house.  It shouldn't be that messy.

   I finally got to cum again.  He did me fine.  I calmed down, and he
slowed down, and finally pulled out.  We lay for a while, catching our
breath.

   "You got some Vaseline?" I asked, and he looked puzzled.  "I think I got
some Vaseline hand lotion, you mean that?"

   "Well, not really, but it'll do, probably." I got up from the couch and
went into his bathroom, looking for something with good lubricating power.
Ah, baby oil.  Perfect.  It made me itch, later, but you couldn't beat it
for slickness.

   I coated his still-hard cock with a liberal amount of baby oil, and
stuck my oily finger in my asshole, to coat it a bit.  I finally knelt on
the floor on my hands and knees, like a dog, and told him I was ready.  I
was trying to relax as best I could.

   I felt his hands on my hips, and his cock touched me right in the center
of my asshole.  Sure enough, it puckered up, hard, and I tried again to
relax.  Damn.  He pushed into me, slowly and insistently, and I felt a
moment of pain.  Finally, though, he was in, and it felt pretty good.  I
knew I wouldn't cum from simply being butt fucked, but I got my finger down
there on my clit, and started wiggling it around.  He began to pump me in
long slow strokes, and damn...  it did feel pretty good.  It felt good when
he pulled out of me, it felt like I was pooping.  Being butt-fucked is a
lot like taking a nice satisfying shit, over and over again.  It's part of
the fun of it.

   I managed to cum, at last, and I finally felt him cumming, he tensed up,
squeezing my ass hard, and finally I felt him relax.  I knew he's shot his
load in my ass.  Cool, I thought.  Too fucking cool.

   He finally stopped, and pulled his cock from my ass.  I rose to my
knees, and turned, and we kissed for the longest.  I finally rose.

   "Lemme go poop this shit out," I said, and went to his bathroom.  He
laughed, and followed me.  I sat on his toilet and squirted his cum in the
bowl, followed, to my embarrassment, by one sneaky little turd that had
missed the great purge of a few hours ago.  He just laughed at my
embarrassment, and bent me over and wiped my ass for me.  How considerate,
I thought.  He was a nice guy.

   We sat around and talked for a few minutes, and I finally decided to
make my getaway.  I looked at my phone.  "Oh, goodness!" I said.  "I've
gotta be home in a few!  I've gotta go to work in the morning!" He just
laughed and walked me to the door.  We kissed, and I left, promising to
call him again.  I was satisfied, for a while.



   --==+==-

   At last the day of departure arrived.  We got all our shit packed up,
and down to the dock, and finally everything and everybody was aboard. 
They stopped at a fuel dock to top the tanks off, and we headed for the
open sea.

   Chelsea was wide-eyed, she'd never been on a boat this big, especially
one that moved this fast.  We laid on recliners on the fore deck, and let
the salty breeze blow over us.  I finally went below and got some towels
and lotion.  When I got back I stripped my shirt and bra off, and Chelsea
giggled.  She looked over her shoulder at the bridge, but I didn't care. 
They could stare all they wanted.  I slid my shorts and panties down, and
was gloriously nude.  Chelsea giggled some more.

   I lay face down on a recliner.  "Grease me up, honey," I said, and after
she stripped Chelsea rubbed suntan lotion all over my back and butt and
legs.  I turned over, and she did my front.  That was sexy, feeling her rub
it into my tits, and I finally growled and leaned up and kissed her.  She
laughed, and rubbed some lotion into my mons, flicking my clit, even. 
Shit. I wanted to make out, here and now.  The anticipation was intense.  I
knew I'd get to fuck around with her tonight, at least.

   I finally lotioned her up, rubbing it into her pussy good, getting some
twitches and jerks from her.  We finally settled back, and did some serious
sunning.  I knew the guys on the bridge were watching us, a few times when
I looked I could see their pale faces staring out the windows.  I hoped we
didn't run aground or anything.  I even thought I saw my dad in the
background, I knew he liked to pretend he was a sailor, and spend a lot of
time on the bridge.



   --==+==-

   That evening, when it finally started getting dark, I had put my shorts
and t-shirt back on, and climbed down into the boat.  I went down the
little hallway to the engine room, and opened the door.  It was hot and
noisy in there, and smelled like diesel.  I went in and looked around.

   There was a kid I'd never seen before, tending the engines.  He was
maybe early twenties, pretty damn handsome, huge dreamy brown eyes, and a
nice mullet.  I was pleased.  Ask and ye shall receive, I thought.

   I sat on a bench, and we shouted at each other.  His name was Yancy, he
said.  I introduced myself as Roman's daughter, and he nodded.  I wondered
if he would be too afraid of my dad to fuck me.  I figured I'd give him a
while at least to get used to the idea.  This was just a little
get-acquainted visit.

   After an hour or so I left, and found Chelsea.  We sat on the deck for a
while, looking out over the dark water.  Every now and then we saw other
ships on the horizon, or lights from them.  It was peaceful and beautiful.
I finally scooted across to Chelsea's chair, and took her in my arms.  Our
lips met, and I hugged her and kissed her.  I felt my pussy oozing.  Damn,
I'd been ready for this all day long.

   I stood, dropping my shorts, and yanking my shirt off.  I reached down
and took her shirt off also, and she pulled her bikini bottom off.  We lay
back down, in each others arms.  We kissed, again and again.

   I knew it was too dark for the guys on the bridge to see us, but hell...
they had night vision shit for sailing after dark, maybe they'd remember to
put it on.  It turned me on to think about making out in front of them so
blatantly.  I hoped they were turned on, too.  The captain of the boat was
an older guy, I'd had a crush on him in the past, but I knew he was happily
married.  Still, I hoped he'd enjoy watching Chelsea and myself make out.
Married or not, he still had to like pretty girls.

   We got hot and heavy pretty fast.  Before long she was crouched over me,
her cunt scrubbing into my face, my cunt under her tongue.  I came quickly,
loudly, there was no reason to be quiet.  Chelse came a minute later,
moaning and puffing loudly, and I giggled.  How funny people sound, when
they cum.

   We finally finished, and just laid there for a few dozen miles, cooling
off.  The night air felt good.  Finally we went below, and I went into my
little cabin, and crawled in bed.  I was tired, and I wasn't horny any
more, rare for me.  I was just ready to sleep.



   --==+==-

   The next day was more of the same, we just bored on Eastwards, making
good time.  Bermuda wasn't that far away.  Chelsea and I spent most of our
time in the sun.  My dad para-sailed for a while, from the back deck, but
us two girls passed on the opportunity.  It looked scary to me.

   "Chelse," I whispered, as we watched my dad in the sky.  "I'm gonna try
and seduce the engine boy tonight."

   "What's an engine boy?" she asked, curious.

   "He's in the engine room.  You might not have seen him yet.  His name is
Yancy, and he's borderline hot."

   "Will it be hard, do you think?"

   I giggled.  "What, seducing him, or his dick?"

   "Seducing him," she giggled.

   "I dunno..." I said.  "He seemed pretty interested in me last night."

   "Where does he stay?  The engine room?" she asked.

   "Yeah, I think so.  He even had a bunk down there," I said.



   --==+==-

   That night, somewhat after eleven, I snuck out of my cabin and down the
hall.  As I passed the master bedroom, I could hear Chelsea and my dad
merrily fucking away, I heard moans and groans and gasps and a rhythmic
pounding.  I giggled softly.  My dad fucked like he did everything else,
balls to the wall.

   I slowly opened the engine room door, shocked again at how noisy it was.
I hurried inside and shut the door.  Yancy was in his bunk, and he raised
up, puzzlement on his face until he realized it was me.

   He climbed out of his bunk, and I could see that he just had a speedo
on. He had a nice lump, to my satisfaction.  He also had some earplugs in,
that he removed.  He started to put his pants on, but I waved at him, and
he stopped.  Good, he wasn't uncomfortable being almost naked around me. 
I, too, hoped to soon almost be naked.

   We made some small talk about the voyage so far, or small yelling, call
it what you wish.  It was pretty goddam noisy in there.  We finally sat on
his bunk, and I scooted closer and closer to him, and he let me.  I was
pretty satisfied that he knew by now what I was here for.  I finally put my
face in his, and we kissed.  It was a good first kiss.  He stood, and went
to the door and locked it.  I was pleased.

   The coolest thing was that I could be as noisy as I wanted.  I moaned
and groaned as he pumped his cock in and out of my cunt, and I positively
shouted the first time I came.  He was pretty good at fucking, he made me
cum three or four times.  He'd licked my clit for a while at first, then he
just stuck his cock right inside me, and we began fucking.  We meshed well.
His hands were buried in my ass, and his lips glued to mine.  I pulled away
when I came, so I could be noisy, and it was fun.  It was a fun fuck, all
in all.  Finally, after maybe two hours, we just laid there, exhausted.  I
almost went to sleep, in spite of the noise.  Finally I dragged myself up,
and pulled my shorts back on.  He watched me, a tired smile on his face.  I
gave him a goodnight kiss, and crept back to my cabin.



   --==+==-

   The next day I told Chelsea all about it.  She still hadn't even see the
boy.  I wondered if he ever got to come out of the engine room.  We didn't
even see him at dinnertime.  That afternoon, after lunch, I made him a
plate and took it to him, just because I felt sorry for him.  My dad caught
me coming back out of the engine room with the empty plate, and he smiled
knowingly.  I just laughed.  Let him think what he wanted.  He would
anyway.

   I still wondered if my dad had any idea how much I fucked around.  Of
course he didn't know how much, nobody did, not even Cyra.  Some things I
didn't even tell her.  I'm sure that by now he realized I was no longer a
virgin.  I idly wondered, as I did more and more, how far I'd go with him.
Would I let my own dad fuck me?  I'd have to think on that some more.



   --==+==-

   We pulled into Great Sound the next morning.  Finally we were docked,
and everything stowed away.  The crew left for their motel, after some
last-minute advice about the boat, and the three of us were finally alone.
Chelsea and I immediately began dressing for a shopping trip, and my dad
just shook his head.

   "Don't blow your allowance all at once, now," he finally said, as we
started ashore, looking for a taxi.  I nodded.  I knew better than that.  I
also had a fat wad of cash that he didn't know about, though.

   We shopped, and I showed her around the island.  We finally returned to
the boat late that afternoon, after eating at a restaurant.  We had also
gotten something to eat for my dad.

   My dad was on the phone, as usual, doing business crap.  We gave his his
food, and moved to the dock, taking some chairs with us.  We just people
watched the rest of the afternoon.



   --==+==-

   That night.  I had something special planned for that night.  I wasn't
sure of the wisdom of it, but it's what I'd decided I wanted to do.  Well,
this was just a start.  We'd see how it worked out.

   We had a quick dinner, just some pre-prepared shit from the galley.  My
dad wasn't making Chelsea blow him on this trip at least, and she would
have been hard pressed to squeeze under the little table.  It was easier to
sit in the main saloon and eat.  We did.

   We tried to watch a little TV, but there was nothing interesting on.  My
dad finally fetched his lap-top, buried himself in business shit.  I
motioned to Chelsea, and she moved over to me, on the couch.  I kissed her,
slow and long, and she settled into my arms.  I squeezed her butt, and
finally slid my hands down her jean shorts and touched her asshole, causing
her to giggle.

   My dad looked up at that, and from them on I could feel his eyes on us.
I slowly pulled Chelsea's t-shirt off, and then mine, and my bra.  She
hadn't been wearing one.  I filled my hands with her ample tits, and away
we went.

   Thirty minutes later when we pulled our shorts off, I could see my dad's
hands were busy underneath his desk.  I wondered if he was getting his cock
out.  I still wanted to see that damn thing.  I forgot about it for a
moment, and motioned Chelsea to crawl on top of me.  In moments we were
busy, mouth to cunt and cunt to mouth.  That was my favorite thing to do
with Chelsea, she always tasted so good, and she was a great cunt-licker. I
slurped and licked her pussy, concentrating on her clit.  She squirmed and
wiggled on top of me, and moaned loudly.

   I felt the couch bounce, and looked over to the side as well as I was
able, and still keep Chelsea's clit on my tongue.  My dad had just sat down
next to us...  and...  damn...

   Chelsea was right.  He was a beast.  Both his hands were on his hard
cock, and I could still see the tip of it sticking out.  Goddam, I thought.
I knew right then and there I would not be happy until I felt that thing in
my cunt.  I also knew that would be no problem, judging by his behavior in
the past on the subject.  I knew he wanted me.

   He just watched us make out, and jacked off.  I knew that he wouldn't
cum.  Finally, after I'd cum a half dozen times, I pushed Chelsea away.  I
pushed her towards him, and she got the idea.  She knelt before him, and
took his long cock in her mouth.  Damn.  I was pleased again to get to see
the length of it, without his hands on it.  It was the biggest cock I'd
ever seen, bar none.  I wondered again why Mom had left him.  Well, I knew
he was a womanizing jerk...  but that Russian billionaire she'd married
hadn't been much better, over the years...

   I let my fingers wander down my body, to my cunt.  I flicked my clit
while I slouched there and watched her blow him, it was sexy, to remember
he was my dad.  He stared at me as I played with myself, and I knew I was
turning him on.  I just grinned at him.  He gave me a kind of pained smile
back.  I knew it was hard on him, to see something he couldn't have.  He
just didn't know yet that he could have me.  I was fixing to give myself to
him pretty damn quick.  Then again, I thought...  give it a little
suspense...  I might wait until tomorrow night.

   Chelsea finally stood up, turned around, and sat in my dad's lap.  I
could tell from the slow, careful way she sat down that his cock was up
inside her now.  She began to move slowly, a satisfied look on her face. 
My dad's eyes were closed, his head back.  I just wiggled my index finger
on my clit, and watched them.

   She finally put her legs over the outside of my dad's legs, and I could
see inbetween her spread legs, and see his fat balls bobbing up and down as
she fucked him.  He had some nice balls.  Those will be in my mouth by
tomorrow night, I promised myself.  I still didn't want to let him know,
though.  Let him squirm a while.  I knew I was turning him on big time,
playing with my cunt in front of him.  I knew this was the first time he'd
got to see my cunt spread open.  It had to be sexy.

   Chelsea finally came, but my dad didn't.  He just kept on pumping her.
He was truly a beast.  She came again, and I swear, a third time.  Finally
I guess he couldn't hold back, and he scrunched his face up, groaned
loudly, and I could tell he was pumping her full of the shit.  Damn.  I was
impressed.  I wondered if he'd be able to hold back, if and when he did me.
I hoped he would be.

   Chelsea finally collapsed, laying on her side on the couch.  He looked
at me and gently smiled, his cock laying over to the side, covered in pussy
slime.

   "Daddy," I said, "Just this once...  let me lick your cock clean...  I
wanna taste Chelsea on it...  please?"

   I acted like I thought I'd have to beg.  I knew I really wouldn't, that
he'd jump at the opportunity.  He laughed, and nodded.  Sure, he said,
smiling.  Sure.

   I approached, and knelt before him.  His cock had gone down, but it was
still about half hard.  Damn.  I leaned forward, and sucked him into my
mouth.

   Damn, he felt good.  He was still a monster, even half soft.  And damn,
did it ever taste good.  It really tasted like Chelsea, which wasn't
surprising, it had been inside her just moments ago.

   It was sexier than fuck to feel my dad's cock on my tongue, and know
that it was his.  My dad, I thought, I'm blowing my dad.  I swear, it
started getting hard again, I think I turned him on that much.  I knew I
was making a major dream come true for him.  I figured he could probably
pop a nut in my mouth again, pretty quick.

   I finally sucked the length of it a few times, and let it drop.  It had
felt incredible.  Like I said, I don't care what they say, size matters. 
And he had a nice one.  My fuckin' dad.  The whole world handed to him, my
grandpa dies, leavin' him a major fortune, and on top of it all, he's got a
big cock.  There ain't no justice.  I was almost pissed, until I remembered
how much I benefited, too, from his good fortune.  Crazy.  And I was fixing
to benefit from his big cock, too.

   He looked disappointed that I'd stopped.  Chelsea was laying on her
side, watching me, with a slightly scandalized look on her face.  I laughed
and smiled at her, and she smiled back.  I knew she didn't care, she was
just here for the damn paycheck.  For as much as she could get, as long as
she could get.  Well, my dad didn't really give her a paycheck, but he did
give her a pretty good allowance.  Not as much as he gave me, but pretty
good.  She was just a fucktoy to him, but he was fair to her, although he
treated her like shit at times.  He's got his good points, in spite of
being a bastard.

   Anyway, I suppose anyone would be slightly freaked, watching a girl give
her dad a blowjob.  Well, it really wasn't a true blow, it was a cleaning
job.  Tomorrow night, now, I might blow him for real.



   --==+==-

   Amazingly, it didn't happen.  Here's how the day went.  We all slept in,
prerogative of the rich.  Chelsea and I finally headed for the beach, not
even bothering with tops under our t-shirts.  We spent the afternoon and
finally came back home.  Well, back to the boat.  We were all warm and
toasty from spending the day in the hot sun.

   When we tromped into the stateroom, we got a surprise.  My dad was
sitting on the couch, holding a woman in his arms.  He gave us that look,
that special look that he's done before, that play-along-or-else look.  I
knew he was scamming this woman about something.

   "This is Chelsea, and Trixie, daughters of my business associates, who
are on the other side of the island," he said to the woman, who was busy
being embarrassed that we'd caught them in a semi-compromising position.  I
looked at her, appraised her frankly.  She was my dad's age, late thirties,
early forties.  She was fine, for an old bitch.  High hard-looking tits,
nice long smooth legs, and a beautiful face.  I saw right away why he'd
picked her.  I wondered if he knew her from before, or she was just someone
he'd chanced on to.  I'd get the details later, I knew.

   "Pleased to meet you," I mumbled, as she pulled up out of his lap, and
sat demurely beside him.  Chelsea approached and shook her hand, so so did
I.  We sat across from them.  I felt slightly sorry for Chelsea.  She was
supposed to be the girlfriend.

   "Leann is an old friend of mine," my dad said.  "We met downtown." Yeah,
I thought, so you came back here and started making out.  Whatever, I
didn't really care.  I looked at her again.  I'd do it, I thought, if I was
him, or even if I'm just me, I'd do it.  I'd do her.

   We sat and talked for a while about shopping and shit, and finally
Chelsea and I wandered off into the galley to get something to eat.  When
we passed back through the saloon they were wrestling around on the couch
again, and she stopped in confusion and embarrassment.  I heard my dad
talking to her in a soft voice as we went down the hall.  It amused me that
she was so shy.  I wondered if she was married or something, why she felt
so guilty about simply kissing.  Crazy.

   That evening, she was still there.  She had dinner with us, my dad
ordered pizza and had it delivered.  We sat around and talked, and finally
my dad started rubbing and kissing around on her.  Chelsea and I watched TV
for a while as they made out a bit beside us, and finally I slid over to
Chelsea and kissed her.

   Ten minutes later we passed them, I stripped my t-shirt off, and Chelsea
fastened her hungry hands to my tits.  As we kissed I kicked my shorts off,
and I heard my dad mumbling to Leann.  I figured he was calming her down or
something.

   Another ten minutes later Chelse and I were licking each others pussies,
like we like to do.  I glanced over to my dad and Leann, and they were
going at it pretty good, her shirt was off, and I was pleased to see I'd
been right about her tits.  They were spectacular.  I wanted to touch and
taste them, just from that one glimpse.  I started plotting and planning.

   I came, pretty quick, and loudly.  I wondered how Leann reacted, but I
wasn't really positioned where I could see her.  I stopped worrying, and
lost myself in the feelings blasting through my brain.  I finally sat up,
hugging Chelsea to me.

   Damn, I thought.  I just have to get my hands on those tits.

   "Leann..." I said, interrupting them.  She turned a slightly embarrassed
face to me.

   "Leann...  I've never asked somebody this before...  but your breasts
are so magnificent...  may I touch them, please?" I said, and she turned
even redder.  She looked at my dad helplessly, and he nodded.

   "I guess so..." she said, and I moved over beside her.  I took her
fabulous breasts in my hand, and rubbed and squeezed.  Damn, they were as
tight and firm as mine.  And they seemed to be totally real.  Amazing.

   I finally leaned into her for a kiss.  As I moved forward, she moved
backward, though.  Finally she ran out of room, and I plastered my lips
against hers.  She made a wordless noise, and I giggled, softly.

   "Roman," she said, when I backed off.  "Is this bothering you?"

   "It's fucking turning me on major," my dad said, laughing.  "Go ahead,
run with it.  I wanna watch.  I might even get involved."

   "I have never done anything like this in my life before," the woman
said, and I giggled again.  I leaned into her, and kissed.  She finally
started to kiss back.



   --==+==-

   Finally, at long long last, I laid her down on the couch and slid down
her skinny stomach to her beautiful pussy.  She was smooth, like me, I
assume she was depped.  I toyed with her pussy lips with my lips, pulling
on them, sucking them.  Her cunt smelled sweet, sweet and sexy.  It smelled
like the ideal cunt.  I finally fastened onto her clit, and started
licking.

   My dad crawled over me and her, and put his cock in her face.  She must
have gulped it down, to his satisfaction, I heard him groan.  About that
time I felt Chelsea down at my groin, and she began to lick my clit. 
Shivers ran through my body.  This was too cool, I thought, fucking around
with my dad and his two girlfriends.  This was too goddam fucking cool.

   Leann came, surprising both herself, and me.  She came quick, and hard,
Her whole body tensed up, and goose bumps ran over her body.  She gasped
and groaned and shook, and finally relaxed.  I knew it had been a good one.
I kept on licking.  She deserved another, I thought.

   Poor Chelsea.  I'd make it up to her later.  She was having to work,
with no reward, at the moment.  I looked up, right into my dad's asshole.
Damn.  He was pumping away, his cock in Leann's mouth, going to town. 
Well, I thought.  This evening turned out nicely.  I will not go to bed
horny tonight, at least.



   --==+==-

   My dad finally called Leann a taxi, and waited out on the dock with her
for it to arrive.  I'd hugged and kissed her, and she promised to visit
again, soon.  She seemed kind of bemused, and I hoped she had a good time,
and didn't tear herself up feeling guilty later.  Guilt is so stupid.  I
never felt guilty about anything, except maybe missed opportunities.

   I dragged Chelsea into my room, and got her settled into my bed.  I owed
her a few pussy licks, if nothing else.  I don't think she'd got to cum, so
far that evening.  I'd lick her for a while, and then...  blessed sleep.



   --==+==-

   The next day was kind of boring.  We sunned, and shopped, and I napped
for a while back at the boat.  That night, we decided to try out the club
scene.  We invited my dad, but he passed.  About nine-ish, we dressed, and
called a taxi.  I knew where the best clubs were, from my time here last
year.  We ended up at a place called the Beat, and there was a crowd.

   "Trix, honey..." said Chelsea, as we walked in the door.  I'd just told
her about getting fucked by Nevin a few weeks ago.  "Do you think your dad
could tell if I got fucked by some guy tonight?  Would he mind?"

   "He might just because he's a jerk sometimes," I said.  "I wouldn't let
him know.  Just don't go home all slippery with cum, would be my advice."

   "So I guess I could get fucked, just not let them cum in me," she said.

   I laughed.  "Yeah, blow him when he cums.  Tell him not to cum in your
cunt," I said.

   She nodded.  I was planning on getting fucked, too.  Good.



   --==+==-

   We were new meat, and the sharks got the scent of our blood pretty
quick. I finally chose an older guy, maybe almost thirty, and cut him out
of the pack.  We walked out on the back deck, and talked.  He let me know
real quick he was a rich fuck, and I think he assumed I was, too.  Rick
fucks weren't always fun to fuck around with, they were usually so full of
themselves, but this guy was okay.  He had to tell me about his boat and
shit, that kind of made me laugh, because he said it was a fifty-footer,
like that would impress me.  Anyway, I let him have his fun.

   We went down the stairs to the beach, and walked along it a ways, until
we were out of the spotlights.  We kissed, there, and I knew that I hadn't
made a mistake.  He was a good kisser, for a guy.  He pulled my skirt up
and my panties down, and cupped my ass in his hands.

   We finally found a fairly out-of-the-way place up in the dunes, and I
let him strip me, slowly.  There is an art to fucking in the sand, and we
were careful, and finally he slid into my silky cunt without any irritating
sandy scratches.  He fucked me slowly and gently, and it seemed like
considerately.  He was good.  I came, and he just kept on going.  He let me
cum twice before he filled my cunt with his seed, and I enjoyed his style
greatly.

   We cuddled for a while, as the night grew cool.  We finally dressed and
wandered back to the club.  I kissed him goodbye, and took a business card
he gave me.  I found Chelsea, who was sitting at a table, looking
disappointed.

   "What's the matter, girl?" I asked, "it didn't happen for you?"

   "Shit," she said.  "Turns out he was married, and he had an attack of
conscience."

   Shit.  I could work with that.  If it had been me, I would have gotten
fucked, no matter what.  I'd had more than one righteous guilt-ridden
bastard in my cunt.

   "Honey, I'm sorry," I sympathized.  "Come on, let's find you somebody.
Cheer up."

   She laughed, and rose.  We made the rounds of the dance floor, and a lot
of guys seemed interested in us.  I was almost ready to go again, even
though I felt all wet and sticky down there.  I was glad I had on panties,
tonight.

   Two twin brothers were there, and I decided on them.  They were at a
table with three or four girls, but that didn't bother me any.  I crooked
my finger at them, and they joined us on the dance floor.  I wrapped my
arms around mine, and whispered in his ear.

   "My friend wants to be fucked," I whispered, and I felt his whole body
jerk as he laughed.  I continued.  "And I'm kinda ready to go again, too."

   He pulled me back a little, and looked me in the face.  "You been fucked
this evening?" he asked, and I nodded.

   "An hour ago.  Does that bother you?"

   "Not really," he said.  "I'll do it.  But I can't speak for Tambor." I
assumed he meant his brother.

   "How can he refuse?" I asked.  "She's a fox, and she's hot for it. 
She's ready."

   "Well...  we've got dates, actually..." he said, nodding towards the
table.

   "So the fuck what.  They can find their own fucks.  Or wait until we're
done." I purred, putting my head down on his chest.  I felt him sigh.

   "You are...  persuasive..." he said.  I laughed.  I wasn't really.  I'd
just told him what was available.  What happened next was up to him.



   --==+==-

   We fucked the twins in a little room the Beat has set aside, for this
very purpose.  Finally the door wasn't locked, and we went in, and locked
it.

   Taylor, the boy I had, was fine, and fast.  Or maybe he had just read my
mood that well.  He had me stripped down in a hurry.  When he pulled his
slacks down, I was pleased.  Twins, and nice fat cocks.  Well, I hadn't
seen his brother's yet, but I assumed it was the same, they looked alike
everywhere else.

   I dropped to my knees, and inhaled his fine cock.  He was pretty goddam
hard already.  I knew I could do that to a guy.  I knew I looked good, on
the floor in front of him.  I knew my tits looked fabulous.  I glanced
over, out of the corner of my eye, and was gratified to see his brother's
cock.  No way I could have told them apart.  This was going to be fun.

   They entered each of us just moments apart.  I'd never actually seen
Chelsea get fucked by anyone but my dad, and she acted a little different
with this guy..  but hell, she'd just met him.  She finally seemed to let
herself go, and I could hear her moaning and saying, "Yes, yes!" over and
over.  I had a thought.

   "Guys..." I said fairly loudly, so Chelsea's guy could hear me too,
"don't cum in our cunts, save it for our mouths, okay?  That's just how we
do it."

   They both assented, and I felt better.  I didn't want to have to watch a
scene between my dad and Chelsea over something as silly as a wad of cum.



   --==+==-

   We got back to the boat about midnight.  My dad was still up, and he
made a big production of sniffing Chelsea's cunt, to see if he could smell
cum.  We both giggled, knowing we'd fooled him, and she'd had a few drinks
before we'd left, to wash the cum taste out of her mouth.  Mine, it didn't
matter.



   --==+==-

   The next day breezed by.  We were actually getting tired of shopping, so
we went to the beach.  Our fairly private topless beach.  The man that
owned the beach was there, with his wife, who glared at us, as he spent all
his time talking to us and staring at our beautiful titties.  Hers were old
and saggy, and I understood her anger.  I'm gonna pissed, too, when and if
I look like that.  Getting old must suck big time.

   After a few hours of that, we wandered back to the boat.  My dad was
there, and he suddenly decided he wanted to take Chelsea around the island
and show here some developments he was involved in.  He invited me, but I
passed.  I was bored.  He told me they wouldn't be back until dark, they
were going to eat at some fancy new place on the other side of the island.

   I went through my suits, and picked a nice thong out, with a skimpy
little top.  About what I figured was the minimum for the non-nude public
beach.  I wiggled into it, grabbed a towel, and set off for the beach.

   I didn't go there looking to be picked up.  I was just bored, honest. 
And I sure didn't expect to be picked up the way I was.

   I found a spot, and settled in.  I made a depression for my ass in the
sand, and got comfortable.  An hour later a shadow fell over me.  I looked
up.

   It was a guy, selling soft drinks.  Shit, I thought.  I started to open
my mouth and run him off, but he held a drink out to me.  "It's been paid
for," he said, motioning off to the side.  I looked to where he was
gesturing.  A kid, really, a fucking kid, was laying on a towel on his
belly, staring at me.  He made some kind of goofy "back-atcha" signal with
his hand, and I burst into giggles.  I took the drink, shaking my head. 
This is what it's come to, I thought...  a ten year old, on the beach,
hitting on me.  The idea seemed pretty funny.

   What the fuck, I thought.  I motioned for him to come here.  He grabbed
his towel, and came here.

   I pointed beside me, and he put his towel down, and lay beside me.

   "Thanks for the drink," I said, taking a sip through the straw.  I held
it to him, figuring it'd turn him on to think of drinking after me.  It
did, and he did.  I laughed some more.

   "Who you here with?" I asked.

   "Nobody.  Just me," he said.  "I noticed you right away.  You look fine,
darling, fine."

   I laughed again.  So he was practicing his make-out moves on me.  The
mood I was in, it just might work.

   "How old are you?" I asked, tilting my sunglasses down, staring into his
eyes.

   "Fourteen," he said.  I laughed.

   "How old are you, really?" I said.

   He was quiet a moment.  "Okay, twelve," he finally said.

   "Thank you for telling the truth.  And for being brave enough to come
onto me."

   He laughed at that.  "You are the cutest girl on the beach.  I loved you
instantly," he said.  More giggles from both of us.

   "What's your name?" I asked.

   "Wellington," he said, and I snorted.  Typical rich kid name.

   "I'm Trixie," I said.  "Can I call you Well for short?"

   "Sure," he said, "Call me whatever you want." He paused.  "Trixie.  I'm
very glad to meet you."

   Things stopped for a moment, and we shook hands formally, and then both
giggled again.  I liked the kid.  He made me laugh.  And he had balls. 
Balls.  I wondered about his balls.

   "Well, Wellington," I said, "let's just find out how good at this shit
you really are."

   He gulped, and nodded.  I think he knew that it was for real, now.  I
wondered what he'd expected, hitting on a bitch half again his age.  Did he
ever dream he'd be able to get me?

   "Wellington," I said, my voice low.  He leaned towards me.  "My little
friend, does your little friend work yet?"

   He just gave me a puzzled look.  I laughed.  "Does your dick work?  Can
you cum?  Can you shoot jizm yet?"

   He knew exactly what I meant, when I explained it that way.  His face
turned bright red.  I giggled.

   "Uh..." he finally said.  He looked away.  "Yeah...  it squirts...  it
squirts every night...  unless I...  unless I..." he could seem to say it.

   "Unless you jack off?" I purred, turned on by talking about something so
intimate with a boy so much younger than me.  I pictured him in his bed,
maybe looking at porn on his phone, jacking off.  For some reason, it
turned me on.

   "Yeah..." he said, finally looking at me.  We both giggled.  Well, I
thought.  You've established that.  Will you?  I asked myself.  I will,
myself answered.



   --==+==-

   He was impressed, with our boat.  I understood, it is impressive.  I
showed it to him, stem to stern.  He admitted that his family's boat was
only a fifty-something footer.  And he had to share a cabin with his older
brother.  Well, I said, maybe you'll have a tale to tell him, tonight.  I
wondered if the two boys jacked off together.  For some reason, that also
turned me on.  I was just goddam horny that day, for some reason.

   I led him into my little cabin, and we sat on my bunk.  We talked a
while longer, and finally I leaned him back on the mattress, and touched my
lips to his.  He wasn't a great kisser, but he was an eager learner.  I
finally felt like we were getting somewhere.

   "Wellington, honey," I whispered, "take my clothes off, darling..."

   He gulped again, and fumbled with my top, finally getting it untied.  He
just stared at my tits, then.  He actually licked his lips, and I giggled.

   "Go ahead, baby..." I whispered, "touch them."

   The feeling of his small hands on my tits was unreal, for some reason.
The whole thing was turning me on, because I felt like I was getting away
with something wicked, a feeling I didn't get very often any more, and one
I missed.  Right away I started wondering about his brother.  Shit.  This
might be fun.

   He pulled and pinched my fat nipples, finally looking up at me, a
question on his face.  "Yes," I said, "suck, please." That was all he
needed.  He plastered his face to my chest, and sucked my nipple into his
mouth.  It felt good.  I could already feel my cunt juicing up.

   I tried to get his trunks down, but couldn't until he stood and let me
slide them down his legs.  He had the cutest little cock!  And damn, was it
ever hard...  it was so hard it looked purple.  I was just in love with it
immediately.  It just looked so goddam cute.  I mean, all the shit I've
said about size mattering...  this one mattered, too.  And fuck.  It was
cute.

   I couldn't hold back.  I had to feel that thing in my mouth.  I almost
physically moved him up on the bed, and sank to my knees in front of him. I
had a moment's glimpse of his almost-surprised face, and then my face was
in his groin, and his fabulous little cock was in my mouth.

   It felt funny, being to small...  it felt funny, and sexy.  I sucked his
whole cock, and even his balls into my mouth.  That, almost, made the whole
thing worth it, I thought, satisfied.  It was just too cool.  I swished and
swirled his cock around in my mouth, loving the hard feel of it.  It wasn't
maybe four inches long, if that, but damn, it felt sexy.  I pulled out, and
caressed the cap with my lips, knowing it felt good to him.  I could feel
him relaxing and tensing up at the same time.

   I sucked him for the longest.  I felt no reason to hurry, my dad had
said they wouldn't be back until dark.  And that was hours away.  I just
sucked and kissed and licked, my hands around his thighs.

   I finally stood him up, as I kneeled before him.  I squeezed his firm
young ass, turned on by it.  I wiggled my fingers in his crack, and touched
his asshole, feeling him pucker up.  I giggled.

   "Wellington, honey..." I said, "lay on the bed with your butt in the
air. I wanna do something I've never done to a guy before."

   He obeyed, his eyes wide.  I'm not sure what he thought I was gonna do.
I wasn't even sure if I was brave enough to go through with it.  But... 
damn, I was turned on.  I was going crazy.

   I crawled up after him, and seized his ass in my eager hands.  I spread
it apart, looking at his cute little asshole.  I buried my tongue in his
ass, licking his sweaty little puckered asshole, feeling him jerk and
twitch beneath me.  Shit, I though...  I'm doing things to him that'll
follow him the rest of his life...  he'll always think girls want to do
this shit.  I didn't care, though.  I was fucking hot to do shit, at the
moment.

   I just licked and slurped his asshole, jacking him with my hand, loving
it.  He didn't taste bad, no worse that Cherise or Chelsea when I lick
their assholes.  Assholes just have a flavor all their own.  Crazy.  It was
crazy how much it was turning me on.

   I tried to stick my tongue in his ass, but his sphincter was too strong.
I finally gave up, and settled for giving him a hickey on his ass cheek, so
he'd have something to show his brother.  Something to prove what he'd
done. I flipped him over, and gave him another right above his cock, so
it'd be impossible to deny.

   Well, I thought.  One down, two to go.  This boy's second major triumph,
after playing with my tits, would be eating my pussy.  I hoped he'd be as
good at it as he was my tits.  I leaned back on the bed, and motioned him
to watch.  I reached down with both hands, and spread my pussy lips apart.
His eyes bugged out.

   "Wellington, this is your standard, garden-variety, one-size-fits-all,
grade A plus female cunt.  The only thing special about this one is that
it's mine.  This little thing is pretty much the whole point of my
existence, at the moment.  It has a taste all it's own.  Not a bad taste,
but a taste.  Watch." I rubbed my finger around in my juicy cunt, and then
licked it.  I was right.  It tasted good.  "Mmmm, good!" I said, in case he
didn't get the point.

   "Wellington, my dear.  Now you may crawl down there, and lick to your
heart's content.  Nothing you do is wrong.  See this little bump?" I
pointed out my clit to him.  "When all else fails, just put your tongue on
that, and lick hard.  Make me happy, darling."

   He nodded, seriously paying attention.  He craned his neck towards my
pussy, slowly moving towards it.  I was pleased.  He was willing to try.

   Twenty minutes later, I had a nice cum, and I think I shocked
Wellington. I had to tell him "Don't stop, don't stop!" and finally I
settled down.

   "Wellington, that was an orgasm, like when you squirt your cum.  That's
how girls cum.  That felt great.  You are very good!" He seemed pleased at
my praise.  I told him to just keep on going, if he wished.  He did.  That
was pretty much the rest of the afternoon, until I figured it was time for
the big kahuna.

   I lay back.  "Crawl up on top of me, baby," I said, and he did.  I felt
around down there, and located his hard little cock.  I positioned it in
the mouth of my cunt, and clenched his little ass in my hands.

   "Just push it in, baby," I said.  "And then go in and out, in and out.
Keep it up until you cum."

   He took instruction well.  He slowly pushed into my body.  It felt like
nothing had ever felt before, it was tiny, but I could still feel it just
fine.  Good, I thought, I'm not a loose goose yet.  I felt his little balls
tickling my perineum.  He pulled out, and then pumped in again.  He began
to fuck me properly.

   For a first-timer, he went a good long time.  I'd hoped to cum while he
fucked me, but there probably just wasn't enough there, although his groin
slamming into my clit did feel pretty good.  He went faster and faster, and
screwed his face up, and I could tell he was cumming.  He slowed, and then
just fell off me, to the side.  I giggled, and he did, too.

   "There," I said, "you got your cherry popped, at the tender age of
twelve.  You'll have something to tell your brother, tonight."

   He laughed.  "Shit," he said, "he'll never believe me."

   "Show him those fuckin' hickeys," I said.  Or, I thought...  "or,
Wellington...  if it doesn't make you jealous, if you wish to do a favor
for your brother, bring him around and I'll pop his cherry, too.  Is he a
virgin?"

   "Yeah," he laughed, "but not from lack of trying."

   Well, that would be cool.  Another cherry to pop.  This was turning into
a productive day.  I gave him my number, so he could set it up, if his
brother agreed.  And who wouldn't, I thought.  Trixie Lambeer's cherry
popping service.  Yes.  A fine fucking day, indeed.



   --==+==-

   I was asleep, when my dad and Chelsea returned.  She filled me in about
their boring day the next morning.  I realized that, in spite of deciding
days ago, I still had not succeeded in fucking my dad.  I wondered if that
meant that I didn't want to.  I examined my feelings closely.  Nope, I
still wanted to.  Well, let it happen, then.  I knew all I had to do was
just stop saying no.  I knew he wanted it, probably worse than I did.



   --==+==-

   After my positive experience with Wellington, I began to look a little
more earnestly at the...  young stuff around me.  I pursued several young
boys, but was not successful, I think I scared them off.  I promised myself
to be a little less intense.  The next one surprised me, most of all.

   I was at the beach alone, again.  Not a lot of people today, for some
reason.  I started to put my towel down, then I noticed the girl.  She was
all alone, with a wide area around her.  I was seized with another wicked
idea, and I hoped that meant she was here at the beach alone.

   I spread my towel out beside hers, and sat in the sand.  She finally
turned and looked at me, and I smiled.  She smiled back.  We made small
talk.  Yes, she was here alone.  It wasn't even noon yet, and with a few
questions I found out she didn't have to be home until four o'clock.  How
easy it is, to get information from kids.  Perfect, I thought.  Just
perfect.  We talked some more.  I asked her if she had a boyfriend, and she
just snorted.  She wasn't ready for the boy thing yet.  I looked at her
critically, and judged her age to be somewhere between nine and eleven. 
But, I'm not that good at judging kids.  It's hard, nowdays.

   She was pretty.  Hell, she was beautiful.  Long golden hair, smooth
perfect tanned skin, a cute little perky rump...  well, I hadn't seen it
yet, but I'm sure...  her legs were beautiful, long and smooth.  I realized
I was anticipating having them wrapped around my head.  I realized that, in
spite of her young age, this little girl was sexy as all fuck.  Just the
thought of running my hands down her slender young body was making my pussy
wet.

   Would I?  Hell, yeah, I'm an amoral little bitch.  I'll do anything, if
there's a reasonable chance I won't get caught.  Some things I might do
even then, I know that my attitude and my dad's money can get me out of a
hell of a lot of trouble.  It had, in the past.

   But this?  A tender young girl?  Would I do it?  I decided to try like
hell.  The real question was, would she do it?



   --==+==-

   She seemed to like me.  I could tell she basically worshiped me, I was
everything she probably hoped to be someday.  She was most of those things
already, she just didn't know it.  I decided to do what I could to show her
how desirable she was, how goddawful fucking sexy she was.

   I asked her if she wanted to see our boat, and she said yes.  I worried
a bit about Chelsea and my dad, I hoped they were out doing shit.  If
not... I'd deal with that when I came to it.

   Well, Chelsea was there, but my dad was gone.  That was better than the
other way around.  Chelsea, even if she cared, knew enough to keep her
mouth shut and turn her head.  Her eyes did widen when she saw me escorting
a sweet young girl down the plank.

   "Chelsea, this is Adriana.  Adriana, Chelsea." They shook hands.  I
winked at Chelsea.  I didn't feel like I had to explain anything to her. 
She knew my proclivities.  She had a few of her own.

   I took Adriana downbelow, to my cabin, after I showed her the parlor and
bridge and stuff.  We sat on my bunk, and talked, much like I had with
Wellington.  Was that only yesterday?  I thought.  How strange it felt to
be doing it all over again.  By now I wanted this child, bad.  I wanted to
taste her, all of her.

   I finally moved closer and closer to the girl.  She started getting
antsy.

   "Adriana, honey," I whispered in her ear.  I slid my arms around her. 
"You can leave any time you feel like.  I don't want to make you do
anything you don't want to.  But I love you very much.  Let me hold you,
darling.  Let me...  kiss you..."

   She looked at me, and I was lost in her huge brown eyes.  I pursed my
lips, and touched hers with them.  The third time, she kissed back a
little. Ten minutes later, my tongue was in her mouth.  Her mouth was
sweet. I was in love, I thought, this time for real.  I wondered again just
how gay I was.  Crazy.  And a little girl, no less.  An innocent, sweet
tender little girl.  How many times in a person's life do they get to taste
something so fresh, so sweet?  Once, at least, if they're lucky.

   I lay her back, and she went fairly willingly.  She seemed to enjoy
kissing.  But when I touched the waistband of her bikini bottoms, she
jumped again.

   "Honey..." I begged some more.  "Don't be scared.  I just want to do
some...  big girl stuff with you.  Please, darling?  It will feel good, I
promise..."

   "I'm...  I'm..." she stuttered, "I'm just scared..."

   "Don't be scared, baby," I said, "I won't hurt you.  And nobody will
ever know, if you don't tell them..."

   I kissed her some more.  The next time I touched her bottoms, she didn't
flinch.  I inched them down her waist.  I couldn't stand it, and when I
felt them drop over her little mound I looked down.  Oh god, she looked
sweet...  the smoothest little pussy mound...  her slit was closed up
tight, no lips protruded.  I knew I could coax them out.  She was ripe for
the plucking.

   I got her bottoms off, and untied her bikini top.  When she finally let
it drop, I put my face to her cute little flat nipple, and sucked, hard. 
Damn...  as little as there was to it, it felt sexier than shit.  I yanked
my top off, and kicked my bottoms down and off.  We were naked.

   We kissed, again and again.  I pulled her hand to me, and felt her
hesitant touch on my breast.  I laughed softly.

   "That's it, baby," I whispered into her mouth.  "Touch me, rub me,
please..."

   She felt of my fat nipples, and even pinched them softly.  I finally
pushed her head down, and I think she got the idea.  I felt her lips, once
again hesitant, the touch of her lips on my tit.

   "That's right, baby," I said.  "kiss them, lick them.  Make love to
them..."

   Her touch was feathery light, I had to encourage her to be a little
rougher, just so I could feel it.  My pussy was oozing already, wanting
more, more of this sweet young thing.  Her smell filled my nostrils, sweet
and fresh...  there was nothing about this girl that was unpleasant.

   I could finally stand it no longer.  I slid off the bunk into the floor,
and spread her legs wide.  She had a moment of panic, and I felt her tense.
I calmed her, whispering to her, telling her not to be afraid.  Let me love
you, I told her.  Let me love you.

   The first taste of her young cunt was out of this world.  It almost
tasted like powdered sugar to me, it was so sweet.  She tasted better than
anything I'd ever put in my mouth.  Incredible.  I licked up and down her
slit, teasing her clit, and going all the way down to her asshole.  Her
asshole was a little spicier, but still sexy as fuck.  My tongue is going
in that bitch, I told myself.  Maybe my finger, too.  But my tongue, for
sure.

   She jerked and twitched beneath me as my tongue pounded her clit.  I
knew she could cum, I felt it starting already inside her.  I wanted to
give her that bad, I wanted to give her something that felt that good,
something she could walk away with.  I wished somebody had done this for me
at this age.  Although...  I wondered if I was turning her into a lesbian,
starting her out this early on girls.  I didn't really care that much... 
what will be, will be, I thought.  I knew she'd still be beautiful,
whichever direction she chose.

   She finally did cum, as I flicked her clit with my tongue, and pressed
it against her body.  I could feel her muscles tighten up, harder and
harder.  Her breathing sped up, and then suddenly she sighed, and her whole
body relaxed.  Goose bumps ran up and down her thighs.  I hoped it was a
good one.

   I licked her some more, and finally turned her over, and buried my
tongue in her ass.  Just like Wellington, I couldn't push my tongue past
her strong little sphincter, though.  Still, eating her ass was a dream to
me, so fucking sexy, so tasty and so fucking goddam sexy.  Even her shit
must be sweet, I thought, to come out an asshole this fucking sweet.

   I just held her and cuddled with her, after that.  She seemed content,
she almost purred like a kitten.  I knew how good that warm fuzzy feeling
is, after you cum.  I was hoping she'd get hooked on it, like I had.  I had
entertained a thought about trying to get her to lick my pussy, but I
decided not to push her.

   She did want to see my pussy, though, and before we dressed I sat on the
edge of the bunk and spread my pussy lips, and showed her all the parts. 
She did touch my clit, for an instant, and giggled.

   "Honey, you can do that anytime you wish," I said, and she giggled
again. I took her in my arms, and smashed her to my body, squeezing her
tightly.  She felt so good and soft and warm, I just wanted that moment to
go on forever.  I never dreamed, I thought, I never dreamed I'd fall in
love.

   "Baby," I said, "If you ever want to spend time with me again, just come
down.  You know where our boat is." I said, hoping she wouldn't be leading
a squad of law enforcement next time I saw her.  I didn't think she would.
She'd honestly seemed to enjoy what we'd done.  I wished her well, and
hoped for the best for her.



   --==+==-

   That afternoon, that quick, I got a call from Wellington.  His brother,
it seemed, was eager to play.  I had to laugh, listening to Wellington
describe telling his brother about his adventures with me.  It was cool to
realize I had such a fan club.  I asked Chelsea, and she said Daddy would
be gone for a few more hours.  You ain't gonna believe this, I told her,
get ready for an unforgettable fuck.  We gonna have company.

   The boys showed up almost instantly, their boat, it turns out, was just
a few slips down.  Wellington's brother Rodney looked about two years older
than him.  This will be perfect.

   "Chelsea," I said, as we watched the boys walk towards us.  I waved to
Wellington, and he waved back.  "Chelse, I fucked that boy yesterday, the
little one.  And I'm gonna fuck the big one, today.  I want you, darling,
to entertain Wellington while I fuck his brother.  Wellington is the little
one."

   "Entertain?  You mean fuck?" she squeaked.

   "Yes," I giggled, "He fucked me good yesterday.  He's got a little dick,
but he can fuck like a big boy."

   Chelsea just rolled her eyes, like what have you got me into.  I knew
she'd do it, though, and I knew she'd be nice to the boy.  Chelsea was just
nice, all around.

   The boys arrived, and introductions were made.  Wellington's brother's
name was Rodney, oddly enough.  Well, okay.  We finally went below, and
Chelsea, still shaking her head, took Wellington into her cabin.

   Rodney was shy, and seemed to have performance anxiety.  His cock wasn't
even hard yet, when he slid his swim trunks down.  And his hands were
shaking, I noticed.  I stopped everything for a while and just had him sit
on the bunk, and hold me.  I even hummed to him, to try and calm him down.
Finally he seemed ready to proceed.  I leaned into him, and we began to
kiss.  I tasted toothpaste.  Thoughtful.

   A few minutes later, he seemed ready.  I slowly slid my t-shirt off, and
pulled my swim top off.  His eyes really lit up then, when he saw my tits.
I know my tits are fabulous, enough people have told me, and hey.  I have
eyes too.  I know they look great.  He fastened his fingers onto them, and
never looked back.

   I was pleased, next time I looked, to see his cock standing proudly at
full mast.  I giggled and reached for it.  He flinched, but he let me play.
His cock was more of a normal size than Wellington's, not a giant by any
stretch, but maybe he still had some growing to do.

   Finally I had enough kissing, and I slid into the floor, and took his
cock in my mouth.  He just couldn't stand it, and, that quick, he flooded
my mouth with a flood of cum.  Damn.  Well, he was young, I figured he
could recover pretty quickly.

   He was embarrassed at cumming so quickly, but I tried to assure him that
it was normal.  I was just so goddam foxy.  It had even happened before to
grown men before.  I finally crawled back up, and lay back, and spread my
legs.  I know something you can do, 'til you feel ready to fuck, I said,
giggling.  He got the hint.

   He ate pussy as good as his little brother, both those boys were
naturals at it.  He even got brave, and licked my asshole, which I love.  I
came while he was flicking my clit with his tongue, he did me good.  I
hoped it would build up his confidence some.

   Finally I felt like he was ready, and I guided him on top of me.  I felt
around down below, and got his cock all positioned, and he finally slid
into me.  He fucked me nicely, and I actually came from it, to his credit.
I had almost cum a second time when he geysered again, deep in my cunt.  I
still considered the afternoon a success.

   When the boys left, thankfully before my dad showed up, Chelsea had to
tell me her story, and it wasn't much different than mine.  Wellington had
crawled on top of her like an old pro, and pounded away, and damn...  the
girl had managed to cum, even.  I was proud of him, and her both. 
Wellington had my number, I figured we'd get a few calls again, from the
two of them.



   --==+==-

   That night, Chelsea and I went clubbing again.  On the way, though, we
had to talk about me, again.  Me, and my little girl.

   "Trixie...  did you really?" she asked me, watching me out of the corner
of her eye.  I laughed.

   "Chelse..." I said, "you know me as well as anybody by now.  What do you
think?"

   "I think you did."

   "We just kissed and I licked her a little bit.  That was all.  I wanted
to stick my finger in her butt, but I didn't."

   "Nice of you," she said, laughing.  "Trixie.  You beat anything I ever
saw.  You are too much."

   "She was sweet.  I loved her very much," I said, and crazily enough,
tears started flooding out of my eyes.  I had loved the girl.  It hurt that
I might never get to see her again, or hold her in my arms.  Chelsea saw my
tears, and got serious.

   "Baby, love is like that sometimes.  Love hurts, sometimes.  Take me and
your dad.  I love him, now, in spite of everything, and it hurts that he
treats me like shit sometimes.  But that's the way it goes.  At least yours
wasn't like that."

   I fell into Chelsea's arms, and cried for a while, until we got to the
club.  I probably fucked up my makeup, but I didn't care.  We got out,
tipped the driver, and went inside.

   I was morose, but I tried to cheer up, for Chelsea's sake.  I knew she
was hoping to get fucked again.  And me, of course, I always hoped to get
fucked.  Getting fucked is just what I did.  Well...  I felt a little
different tonight...  I didn't feel quite like my usual self.



   --==+==-

   Because of the mood I was in, I chose the youngest looking kid on the
floor.  I went right to him, and curled up in his arms, and let him hold
me. He was sweet, and surprised, I think, but he handled me well.  Later we
went out of the balcony, and talked, and weirdly, I poured my heart out to
him.  About stuff I never dreamed I'd tell a stranger, like me trying to
decide if I should fuck my dad, and me falling in love with a ten year old
girl.  He was a good listener, and I think he was honestly sympathetic. 
Finally I was all wrung out, and I just shut up.

   "Well, goodness," he finally said, "you do have a lot on your mind."

   "Listen," I said, "I'm sorry to weigh you down with all that shit.  I
just had to tell somebody, I guess."

   "Oh, no," he said, "I didn't mind listening.  I hope things work out for
you.  I hope you get what you want, once you can decide what that is." We
both laughed.  Yeah, I thought, good luck with that.

   We went back inside, and danced a while longer.  I'd lost track of
Chelsea.  I hoped she was in the fuck room, getting fucked.

   The guy's name was Charles.  I sat with him, on his lap, and he held me.
Weirdly, I had no urge to fuck him, and it wasn't his fault, it was me, at
the moment, unlike myself, I just had no urge to be fucked.  That was rare,
for me, I realized.  I felt like I was holding my breath, waiting for
something to happen.  Something big, it felt like.



   --==+==-

   I was deep in thought, as we took a taxi home.  Chelsea was holding a
Pepsi, swishing it around in her mouth.  I finally gave her a long, deep
kiss, and reported, nope, no cummy aftertaste.  All gone.

   We got out at the dock, and walked down to our boat.  Daddy was waiting,
sitting in a deck chair, lit by his laptop.

   "Chelse..." I said, "Give me a minute with my dad..."



   --==+==-

   We came to an agreement pretty quick.  As I'd been able to guess, he
wanted my ass, bad.  I agreed to give him fucking privileges, at least
twice a week, not a simple fuck, but a whole night, if he'd stop treating
Chelsea like shit, and just simply try to be a better person, period.  I
didn't know if I was wasting my time with that last one, but I knew I could
at least enforce it where Chelsea was concerned.  I had veto power, if he
mistreated her.  He didn't have to marry her or anything, he just had to be
nice to her.  And I'd find out, if he didn't.  The agreement was pretty
open-ended, and I wondered if I'd still be fucking him when he was seventy
years old.  If he could keep his end of the bargain, yes, I would, I
decided.

   So, yeah.  I fuck my dad.  Legal and moral bullshit aside, it's no big
deal.  People are people, and they fuck like people, whether they're
related to you, or not.  He fucks well, and he does have a big cock, which
is a plus on my side.  I still get the giggles when I imagine what Mom
would think, if she could see me underneath him.  She'd shit a brick, the
bitch.

   That first night with him was probably the high point of my whole life.
Well, my two hours with Adriana are the high point, but being fucked by my
daddy comes in a close second.  Chelsea was there the whole time, helping
us along, holding me when I needed held, and even crouching between his
legs and guiding his cock into my cunt that first time.  He fucked me like
a bull, long and strong, and I just came and came and came.  It was insane,
and I loved it, and I think, looking back, that I love him more now than I
ever did.  And, so far, he's been true to his promise.

   We'll leave in another few weeks, and we'll see how it goes.  Life looks
fun, more fun, now that I've got both Chelsea and my dad to look forward
to. And Cherise, am I ever hungry to get a taste of Cherise again.  I'll
have to tell her about all my adventures, on the island.



   --==+==-

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