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 ________________________________ This is a story about a sexual FANTASY
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real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do
get sick and die.  You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional
characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY -
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   We had invited Dolores and Felicia for dinner a week or so after
returning from our honeymoon - our first guests as a married couple. 
Patricia and I took pride in the fact that we prepared an excellent meal on
the cook's day off.  (Truth to tell, Patricia mostly followed my
instructions.  I did most of the actual preparation and cooking, since her
strengths lay elsewhere!).

   We regaled our guests with tales of our honeymoon, toning parts of the
story down from 'XXX' to 'PG' for Felicia's benefit, as we had done when we
told them about our wine-country adventures.

   After dinner, Felicia headed for my computer to download some tunes for
her iPod, hugging me and giving me a good look down her fifteen-year-old
cleavage before leaving to take advantage of my credit card and Patricia's
T1 line.

   Dolores watched her go, shaking her head.

   "I don't know what I'm going to do with that girl!" she complained after
Felicia had gone, "One of these days she's going to finally get curious
enough about sex to disobey me.  I've already got her on the pill as a
precaution, but she keeps asking for permission to go out with guys who are
already driving, and I'm afraid they only want one thing from her!  I can't
keep her prisoner, but I'm so afraid she'll get hurt or catch some horrid
disease!"

   I did a classic double-take when my new wife said flippantly, "Let her
sleep with Gary!"

   "WHAT!?" Dolores and I both exploded.

   Patricia smiled that maddening smile of hers and said, "At first I meant
it as a joke, but if you stop and think about it, it makes sense.  Is the
object to keep her from having sex altogether, or to keep her safe when she
does experiment?"

   "I'm not naive enough to believe I can keep her from having sex - hence
the pills," Dolores replied, "but I AM concerned about both her physical
and emotional safety."

   "Then here's your answer!" Patricia waved a hand in my direction, "She's
clearly attracted to him, and there's no way Gary's going to hurt her,
physically or emotionally."

   "Now, hold on, dear!" I butted in, trying to head this off before it got
out of hand, "Even assuming Dolores and Felicia went for this, it's one
thing to invite someone like Brenda or Le'ini to share our bed, and quite
another for me to go screwing someone else, even Felicia, without you
there. I won't do it!"

   "Then I'll just have to be there, won't I?" Patricia replied, smugly,
then turned back to Dolores, "I know it's not what you want for your
daughter, but what better way to ensure that her first sexual experiences
are pleasurable, and not the result of some oversexed teen's drunken, and
possibly unwanted advances?"

   "And what do you get out of it, Patricia?" Dolores asked.

   "You know me too well, Dolores," Patricia said with a smile, "but this
time, what I get out of it is the chance to watch my hunk of a husband
introduce my best friend's daughter to the joys of sex without all the pain
and confusion that you and I had to go through."

   "And will you join in?"

   "Not unless she wants me to, and I have your permission." Patricia said
sincerely, "I still value our friendship, and I'm not into rape, Dolores."

   "Actually," Dolores replied, "I was thinking that if I were to go for
this crazy scheme, which has yet to be decided, by the way, it would be
nice to let her experience sex with you, as well, assuming of course that
she agrees.  I still have some fond, if guilt-ridden memories of our time
together."

   "You're not actually considering letting her do this are you?" I asked
Dolores.

   She looked at me and smiled wistfully, saying, "Strangely enough, Gary,
I am.  Your wife makes some good, if unconventional points."

   I had to grin at that, and replied, "My wife's ideas are seldom
conventional, but there's no denying the power of the mind behind them."

   "So what about you, Gary?" Dolores asked, "Would you go along if I
agreed?"

   "I'd have to think about that." I replied, "What hasn't been mentioned
so far in this discussion is what we're all risking.  A careless word by
any one of the four of us and not only would Patricia and I wind up in
jail, but you'd probably lose Felicia to the courts.  Is that a risk we're
willing to take?"

   There was a long silence at that.  Did I mention I have a knack for
being a wet blanket?

   Dolores finally broke the silence, saying, "Well, it's a moot point if
Felicia doesn't want to do it.  Maybe we should bring her in on the
discussion at this point."

   "Before we do," Patricia said, "I think we need to agree on some rules
that she'll have to adhere to.  Her silence on the matter is one, of
course, but I think she also needs to agree NOT to have sex with anyone
else until she's eighteen."

   "That's the whole point of the exercise, isn't it?" said Dolores, "If
she can't agree to that, then we're wasting our time."

   "I think we also need to make sure she doesn't get so enamored of having
sex lessons that she forgets about school." Yep, that was me, Mr.  Wet
Blanket.  "If her school work suffers, we stop."

   "I agree to that, too." said Dolores, "Anything else?"

   When no one could think of anything else to say, Patricia rang for Edgar
and told him to ask the young lady to join us in the library.

   We were sipping cognac when Felicia appeared, a little puzzled.

   "Come over here and sit with me for a moment, dear." Dolores said,
"There's something we want to discuss with you."

   The pretty teen did as her mother asked, and her expression of
puzzlement grew even more pronounced, especially when an awkward silence
ensued while everyone tried to think of a way to broach the subject. 
Finally, I took the bull by the horns:

   "You know, Felicia," I said, "ever since I started getting back in
shape, you have been teasing me unmercifully.  Not that I minded so much,
especially now that I've got a sexy wife to take the pressure off, but it's
led your mother to speculate that you're growing increasingly curious about
sex."

   Felicia, not unexpectedly, rolled her eyes as teens do when they want
you to know how totally dumb you adults really are.

   "Well, duh!" she said, "Of course I'm curious!  It's not like I've been
allowed to find out for myself!"

   "Well, dear," her mother said cautiously, "it's not so much that I don't
want you to experience sex, as that I worry that you'll get hurt by boys
your age or older, who only want one thing from you, then when they get it,
they dump you and break your heart.  Or worse yet, when you refuse them
they force it on you."

   "And then," Patricia added, "there's always the chance of disease..."

   "So Aunt Patricia has offered a solution," Dolores took up the thread
again, "if you're willing."

   "Mother!" Felicia pouted, "I can't BELIEVE you discuss my sex life with
them!"

   "It's not like you keep it a secret, dear." Dolores said, unperturbed by
her outburst, "Shoving your tits and ass in Gary's face every chance you
get!  You think his wife wouldn't notice?"

   "Oh, um, yeah," Felicia blushed, "well, uh, I didn't really mean
anything by it, Auntie.  I guess I got in the habit of, um, teasing Uncle
Gary when he lived with us.  I mean, you know I'd never do anything,
right?"

   "Actually, dear," Patricia smiled, "we were hoping you WOULD do
something with Gary..."

   "WHAT!" Felicia turned a furious shade of red, "Why would you SAY
something like that!?"

   "Because," Patricia replied, as cool as when she faced King Kalea on our
honeymoon, "the three of us think it would be the safest way for you to
satisfy your curiosity about sex."

   "But - but...!" Felicia stuttered, then blurted, "He's your HUSBAND!"

   I took the opportunity to pay her back for the earlier eye-roll to give
her one of my own.

   "Well, DUH!" I said, "Look, Felicia, we assume from all this teasing
that you're at least a little attracted to me, and at least having your
first experiences with me will ensure that you don't get raped or catch
something that you'll regret for the rest of you life.  You may even find a
little pleasure in it.  I haven't had any complaints from my wife, so far!"

   I winked at Patricia who snaked her hand between my legs and said, "No
complaints at all, my dear!  So what do you say, Felicia, honey - want to
borrow my husband now and then?"

   "Mom!?" Felicia said, something like panic in her voice, "Are they
serious?!"

   "Yes, dear," Dolores replied, "they are, but only if you want to,
sweetie."

   "WANT to!?" Felicia cried, "I've been creaming my panties over Uncle
Gary ever since he got all buffed up!  But you CAN'T be serious about
letting me do this!"

   "I think I am, Felicia," her mother said, "but there are conditions!"

   Felicia rolled her eyes again, "I KNEW there had to be a catch!"

   "Well, dear," Patricia said indulgently, "we ARE grown-ups after all. 
You probably already know what the first condition is going to be, but we
need to be clear on it.  If you do this, you can NEVER breathe a word of it
to ANYONE!  If you do..."

   "...Uncle Gary will wind up in prison." Felicia finished for her, "I
know!"

   "Perhaps you don't know," Patricia continued, "that your mother could
lose custody of you and you would wind up in foster care until you're
eighteen."

   Felicia, for a change, was silent.

   "Look, Felicia," I said, "I'd take it as a personal favor.  I don't
really want to be somebody's girlfriend in San Quentin at my age, okay?"

   Felicia gave me a wicked smile, as if she like that image, but replied,
"Don't worry, Uncle Gary.  I'd never tell anyone about that, any more than
I've told anyone that Aunt Patricia has a penis!"

   "You KNOW about that?!" It was Dolores' turn to be shocked, "How...?"

   "Mom, come on!" the dark haired teen gave her mom another exasperated
eye-roll, "You NEVER remember to lock your bedroom door!  I used to sneak
in and watch Auntie Patricia screw the daylights out of you!  I thought it
was so COOL that a woman could do that to another woman!"

   "I'm happy to hear you say that, Felicia," my lovely wife put in,
"because it brings up the second condition.  I have to be present whenever
you and Gary are together.  I won't participate unless you want me to, but
Gary and I have this kind of unwritten rule.  Neither of us will take
another sex partner unless the other is there."

   "But if I wanted you to," Felicia asked, excitedly "you'd screw me like
you used to do my mom?  Cool!"

   "Okay," I said, bringing out my wet blanket, "but your school work can't
suffer, and you're not to have sex with anyone else until you're eighteen.
Can you do that?"

   Felicia thought about it for a minute, then said, "Nobody?  'Til I'm
eighteen?  But that's three whole years!"

   "Yes," Patricia said, "and during that three years, you'll be
experiencing some of the best loving a woman can get.  Do you want to give
that up to go out with some teen-aged octopus who can't wait to get his
rocks off?  Because, let me assure you, dear, at that age, that's ALL the
guys think of.  They're pretty much controlled by their hormones, and even
the nicest ones can't think straight when there's a little pussy to be
had."

   Felicia gave a rueful smile at the 'octopus' comment, then shrugged and
said, "Yeah, I guess I can wait, and I promise to keep my school work up,
okay?  So can we start like, right now?"

   "I think I'm going to add one more condition, dear." Dolores answered,
"I really believe this is the best way to keep you safe while you learn
about sex with other people, so I'm giving my consent, but you are my
daughter and I don't want to watch, okay?  When you're around me, I'd
appreciate it if you'd keep a low profile."

   "Sure, mom!" Felicia said, but couldn't help a little dig, "I won't let
Uncle Gary fuck me until you leave the room!"

   "Felicia!" Dolores blushed, "I think an even lower profile than that is
in order!  Please don't talk about it when I'm here, either!"

   "Okay, Mother!" Felicia did the eye-roll for her mother's benefit again,
"Geez!  Chill, will you?!"

   "Can't help it, dear." Dolores said, "My heart is battling with my
Catholic upbringing as it is, Felicia, and I'd really appreciate it if
you'd have just a little consideration for my guilt-laden conscience."

   "Sorry, mom." Felicia said contritely, "I'll try not to wave it in your
face."

   "Okay" I said, "and there's no need for haste, Felicia.  You can come
over any time - after the school work is done - as long as you call first.
Also, the household staff here is loyal and trustworthy, but let's not
strain their consciences too much, okay?  When you're here you need to keep
it clean until we're in private, also."

   ----

   Felicia called me from her cell phone right after the closing bell at
her school the next day.  I conferenced Patricia and Dolores in and we
agreed that she could do her homework at our house while Patricia wrapped
up her business for the day.

   I thought I was going to have to tie her to a chair to get her to
concentrate on her school work, but she finally calmed down enough to
finish studying while I did some work on the computer.

   A couple of hours later, I heard Felicia's book close with an emphatic
slam.  "There!  Done!  Now can you please fuck my brains out?"

   "We have to wait for Patricia, Felicia." I said as calmly as I could,
"When she does arrive, I think we'll work a little on your seduction
technique..."

   "Sorry, Uncle Gary," the oversexed little teen replied, "it's just that
I've waited SO LONG for this!"

   "Are you still a virgin, Felicia?" I asked.

   Suddenly, all the brashness and bravado was gone, and a shy little girl
appeared.

   "Well, yeah..." she replied, "I mean, I've tickled my button a few
times, especially when I used to watch Mom and Auntie Patricia, and I've
even had boys come on to me, you know?  It just never seemed right, and
well, as much as I give my mom a hard time, I didn't really want to
disappoint her."

   "Well, sweetheart," I said, "you play with fire a lot.  You should
probably thank your lucky stars that I'm not a pedophile.  With all the
flashing and teasing you've done, I'd have raped you repeatedly if I had
just a little less self-control!"

   "Was it really that bad, Uncle Gary?" she asked, contritely, "I mean, I
was horny, sure, but I just thought it was a little game we played."

   "It was a game YOU played," I said, not unkindly, "and one I tolerated.
Look, I'll be honest with you, Felicia.  You're a sexy, attractive young
lady, and I enjoyed looking at your body as much as you liked showing it to
me.  What was hard was not being able to do anything about it!  You
remember how long I used to spend in the bathroom at your house?"

   "Yeah!" she said, "I never knew anyone who took that long to take a
dump!"

   "Taking a dump didn't take very long, Felicia." I said, "Most of the
time I was in there having sex with you, at least in my mind.  It may have
been my right hand doing the stroking, but in my imagination it was you!"

   "You masturbated thinking about me!?" Felicia cried, "That is SO cool! I
used to lay awake at night and think about you coming into my room to
ravish me.  God!  I'd cum SO hard thinking about you on top of me!"

   "Well, dear," Patricia said, sweeping into my study, "let's see what we
can do about making those dreams come true, shall we?"

   "It might be best if we stayed here for this." I said, "If we go into
the playroom or our bedroom, Edgar or the maid is sure to notice."

   "Actually," Patricia said, "I've spoken with both of them and explained
what we're about.  I think Edgar is jealous, and Maria, the maid, wishes
someone had bothered to teach HER like that.  Both have sworn they will
keep their mouths shut.  I believe them.  After all, they've kept MY little
secret all these years."

   "So where, then, do you want to begin?" I asked.

   "I think the bedroom for the first few times," Patricia said, smiling at
a some private thought, "then, if little Felicia shows an adventurous
streak, perhaps we'll introduce her to the pleasures of the playroom."

   We made the short walk to the master bedroom in silence, nobody quite
knowing what to say in a situation like this.  With the door closed,
Patricia seated herself gracefully in one of the armchairs near the bed and
said, "I think you should begin, Gary.  Make it special for her."

   When I was eleven, the local department store in my home town had a
shiny red and white bicycle in one of their windows.  I wanted that bike so
bad I could taste it.  I begged my parents, but there was no money.  All
summer I worshipped that bike, and every day after school in the fall.  My
mom and dad got tired of hearing about that bicycle and forbade me to go
near the department store.  Nonetheless, I would sneak out every chance I
got to go look at 'my' bike.  When it disappeared from the window just a
few days before Christmas, I was devastated.  I just KNEW someone else was
getting MY bike for Christmas!

   On Christmas morning, I slept in for the first Christmas since I knew
what it was all about.  For the first time in my life, I didn't care what I
got for Christmas, because what I REALLY wanted was under someone else's
tree.  Imagine my joy and surprise, then, when I stumbled groggily down the
stairs to find a large, ungainly package that vaguely resembled a bicycle,
beside the tree!

   I KNEW what was in it, and as I slowly removed the wrapping paper, I
KNEW what each piece would look like before it was revealed.  Nonetheless,
as each shiny bit of chrome, each red and white tube, each white-sidewalled
tire came into view, I was filled with new elation, as if seeing it for the
very first time!

   That's about the closest I can come to describing my emotions as,
finally, I slowly undressed the trembling young daughter of my best friend.

   The sweater vest bearing the logo of her Catholic school came off over
her head to reveal the crisp white blouse underneath.  I fumbled a little
with the clasp and zipper of the plaid skirt in school colors, then let it
drop to reveal long, pristine thighs topped chastely by white cotton
panties.  I couldn't resist kissing those oh-so-smooth inner thighs as I
untied and slipped off her shoes.

   Felicia gasped at the first touch of my lips in such a private place,
but spread her legs a bit to give me better access.  I left the long white
socks where they were, stood, and, with trembling fingers, unbuttoned the
white blouse.  As each button came loose, I kissed the newly revealed flesh
of Felicia's soft, tan chest.

   The teenager moaned and ran her fingers through my hair as I tenderly
kissed the cleft where the cups of her white lace, padded bra came
together. Skipping downward, I followed my hands across the quaking flesh
of the young girl's tight, smooth, belly, lingering in the shallow
depression of her navel, to explore the little cavern with my tongue.  The
unexpected invasion drew a small cry from my diminutive lover!

   With the blouse disposed of, I gave her a little respite by slipping the
calf-length socks down her legs and off her feet, following with my lips
and tongue.  Felicia gave a nervous giggle when I briefly sucked on her
toes!

   "Ohmigod!" she squeaked, "That feels SO wierd!"

   I stood behind the petite girl to unfasten her brassiere.  As my fingers
fumbled with the clasp, I bent and nipped lightly at the curve of the young
lady's swan-like neck.  Felicia gasped and melted into me.  As the
brassiere came loose, my hands slipped forward, under the padded cups to
cover and gently squeeze her immature mounds.  I caught each tiny nipple in
the 'V' between middle and ring finger, and squeezed gently.

   My teeth closed lightly on her earlobe as my fingers squeezed those
tender, hardened nubs atop their puffy little aureolae.  Felicia sighed,
moaned, and squirmed in my grasp, her cotton-clad buttocks rotating around
the outline of my shaft as it threatened to tear a hole in my Dockers.

   "Oh my GOD!" the little black-haired nymph sighed, "That's so INTENSE!"

   "You ain't felt nothin' yet, baby!" I whispered back, somewhat
melodramatically.  Ah well, a little melodrama never hurt anyone, and it
seemed to fit in that situation.

   I slipped the padded bra down Felicia's arms and kissed my way down her
back, sliding my palms downward as I went.  The young lady shivered and
shuddered with each new caress, as though having hundreds of mini-orgasms.
My hands reached the elastic of her panties just as my tongue delved into
the the tiny dimples at the base of her spine.  The tiny teen trembled,
running her own hands up and down her body, at a loss as to what to do with
them.

   Dolores' daughter knew, by now, the pattern I had followed in undressing
her, but it still took her by surprise when my lips and tongue followed the
fabric of her panties down the soft curve of her buttocks, dipping and
tickling into the secret crevice that divided those two immaculate orbs!

   "Uncle GARY!" she shrieked, "WHAT are you DOING!?"

   "What does it feel like I'm doing, Felicia?" I asked, nuzzling deeper
into her valley, searching with my tongue until I found the wrinkled pucker
of her virgin anus.

   "I-it feels like...  OHMIGOD!" she shrieked, "How can you DO THAT!"

   "Would you like me to stop?" I paused long enough to ask.

   "YES!  I mean NO!  I mean..." she sighed and pushed backward, "It's just
so WICKED!"

   "But do you like it?" I asked, digging my tongue into the spasming iris
of her rectal opening.

   "Oh HELL yes!" she cried, pushing back further!

   To her cries of frustration, I stood and swept her into my arms, tossing
her fragile body easily onto our 'two acre' bed.

   "We'll explore that little sensation more another time!" I said as I
began undressing.

   Patricia stopped me and told Felicia: "Watch, dear, and learn!  You've
just experienced how a man can excite a woman as he undresses her.  Now you
can learn how to do the same for your man!"

   My devil-woman pulled my polo shirt part-way off, but left it swathing
my head as it held my arms in pseudo-bondage, and bent nip my right nipple
through the singlet I wore underneath!  She pulled the bottom of the
singlet from my waistband and, running her soft, manicured hands up my
ribs, raised the fabric slowly until it encased the fabric of my shirt
about my head and arms.  Her mouth followed the singlet upward, those
perfect teeth nipping, luscious lips nibbling their way up from my
quivering lower belly to my chest.  She savagely mauled my right nipple as
her hands tore the shirts off my upraised arms, then pinned my arms behind
my back.

   I could have easily overpowered her, and released my arms, but why would
I want to?  Patricia's demonic assault on my nipples was sending shivers up
and down my spine!  I was so engrossed in the sensation flooding my chest,
it barely registered when my trousers fell around my feet.

   "Holy shit!" Felicia cried when Patricia finally released my rampant
erection from my briefs.  "That's HUGE!"

   "It's just the right size, my dear!" my lovely wife cooed, "you'll find
that it stretches you deliciously, and touches places inside you that you
never dreamed would be explored!"

   Then, to me, Patricia said, "All right, dear, unless you want me to get
you off first so you'll last longer, I think you're ready."

   I was, but I had other plans.  I knelt on the bed at Felicia's feet,
and, taking them in my hands, raised them high in the air.  Felicia lay on
her back, her skinny arms akimbo, a banquet for my eyes as they followed
the line of those long, coltish legs back to her fresh, untouched
nakedness. I turned my head from side to side, kissing my way down the
tender inside flesh of her legs.

   The further down I went, the further back I bent the young schoolgirl's
legs, until, with the tops of her knees flattening her budding breasts, I
reached the juncture between them.  Felicia's breath was coming in ragged
gasps and she screamed loudly at the first touch of my tongue on her most
secret flesh!

   I didn't want to set off her tickle reflex, so I planted a big, wet kiss
squarely on her moist nether-lips, her fine, sparse, black pubic hair
hardly any impediment at all.  As I lapped at her untouched little slit, I
probed gently at her tunnel with a fingertip moistened by her juices.  Sure
enough, a little way up the opening, my finger encountered a fleshy
barrier. I would save that for something special...

   I removed my finger and probed softly at the tight, puckered ring of
Felicia's anus.  As my tongue found the little button near the top of her
slit, she came immediately, and her rectum opened to receive my finger! 
While the little teen was enjoying her spasms, her ass practically sucked
my finger inside!

   The unnatural penetration apparently triggered another climax, as the
diminutive Catholic schoolgirl spasmed beneath me, milking my finger and
pushing her pussy against my face!  Twice more I drove her, screaming, over
the precipice, then looked over at my exotic bride.

   "I think you should do the honors, my dear." I said softly, watching one
elegant hand slide sensuously up and down her giant shaft, while two
impeccably manicured fingers from the other hand slipped easily in and out
of her gushing slit.

   "I thought that was to be yours, Gary darling." she replied huskily,
"After all the teasing she put you through, you certainly deserve it!"

   "I'll get my turn." I answered, "But I've never broken a hymen, nor had
one of my own for someone else to break.  Assuming that you remember your
own experience, perhaps you can make hers an event to remember fondly,
rather than a painful episode she'd rather forget."

   "Is that okay with you, Felicia?" Patricia asked the panting teen.

   "It's more than okay, Aunt Patricia!" she rasped, "I think it's a great
idea!"

   I swapped places with my lover, sitting down to watch and stroke as one
great beauty introduced a younger beauty to the joys of phallic love.

   "May I kiss you, Felicia?" Patricia asked as she took my place between
the lovely teen's upraised legs, "You look ravishing, and I'm dying to
taste your lips!"

   "I bet you say that to all the underage girls!" Felicia replied huskily,
"But I'm easy, and to tell the truth, I've been wondering what it would be
like to kiss another woman!"

   Okay, I'm here to tell every one of you football watching, beer
drinking, tailgate partying, he-men out there who've ever wanted to see two
women together: You are jealous of ME!  Or, at least, you would be if you
knew just how HOT that girl-girl kiss was!

   Sweet, innocent-looking Felicia waited with bated breath as Patricia
(remember me describing her as 'everything Victoria's Secret looked for in
a model'?) bent over the frail young thing, her more generous breasts
flattening against the backs of the younger girl's thighs, and, her eyes
burning with passion, TOOK that sweet, pouting mouth, possessing it and its
owner entirely!

   Both women moaned and undulated against each other, their lust rising to
a fever pitch!  Felicia hardly noticed when my lover's shaft nudged it's
way into her tunnel, until, with a quick flick of her hips, Patricia burst
through her barrier, barely giving her time to feel it tear!

   A short squeal into Patricia's mouth and it was done!  My sweet demon of
a wife waited, ravishing the teen's mouth and fondling her breasts, until
the pain subsided and her passion returned, before continuing her inward
journey.  Slowly, grudgingly, the tight little tunnel yielded centimeter by
centimeter.  Patricia was making short little strokes now, half an inch
out, three-quarters in.

   "There!" she whispered to her willing captive, "I've just hit your
cervix!  Ready to stretch now?"

   Eyes wide, staring into Patricia's, Felicia nodded tentatively.  From
where I sat, it looked like Patricia still had about five inches to go!

   "Okay, baby," my wife said, "a little push...  Now I'll back up a
little...  Now in a little more...  That's it!  Push back at me baby!"

   Felicia continued to stare into my lover's eyes as she grunted out the
effort of each little push.  For almost half an hour, they were lost in
each other and the herculean effort to get all of my sweetheart's massive
dick into the diminutive teen!

   Finally, Patricia said quietly, "Guess what, dear!  I'm all the way in!"

   "I am SO FUCKING FULL!" Felicia panted, "I can't BELIEVE how far up my
belly you go!"

   "Are you ready for your first fuck, sweetie?" My lover asked, swiveling
her hips to make a little more room in the tight confines of the girl's
little pussy.

   "Oh, YES!" Felicia breathed.

   "Then here we go, baby.  We'll start real slow..."

   Patricia withdrew until the lip of her glans tugged at the inside of
Felicia's pussy lips, and the little girl quivered in anticipation.  With a
long, steady push, that enormous spear once again impaled the tiny creature
in which it was embedded!  At the end of the stroke, the teen's legs
flashed out and wrapped around the older woman's waist, her heels digging
into my wife's buttocks, pulling her deeper!

   "Oh GOD!" Felicia cried, "ENOUGH slow!  I've been waiting my whole life
for this!  PLEASE, Auntie Patricia, FUCK ME!"

   "If you say so, dear."

   Patricia's buttocks flashed backward, and she shifted her knees further
up the bed for more leverage, then, with all the strength she could muster,
sliced her shaft back into the welcoming hole!  Faster and faster she
stroked, all the way in, all the way out!  Felicia began screaming and
cumming!

   I was glad that Patricia had had her talk with Edgar and Maria!  There
was no way we were keeping THIS a secret!

   Patricia had held out about as long as she could, and the oversexed
little girl's overflowing lust soon exploded through her, deep into
Felicia's young, quaking belly!  When the young girl felt the heat of the
discharge within her, she gave one long mournful wail and went rigid -
muscles standing out like a body-builder on a posing stand - as she gave up
her final orgasm to my incredible wife!

   I almost came myself, but figured I'd save it for Patricia after our
young student departed.  It was several minutes before either moved. 
Patricia rolled off the little girl, panting.  When Felicia looked up and
saw my bobbing cock, as I stood over them, her eyes went wide again, and
she asked, "D-do you want to, uh, you know...?"

   "I do, Felicia," I said gently, "but not today.  As much as you enjoyed
that, still, you have an open wound inside you, and you need to go home and
take care of it so it doesn't get infected.  We'll do some more another
time."

   She gave me a relieved smile and said, "Yeah, I guess I better..."

   Patricia called Walt on the house phone and asked him to bring the limo
around for Miss Chavez, as I helped her find and don her discarded
clothing.

   We walked her to the door, and as she turned to go, she gave each of us
an affectionate peck on the cheek.

   "Thank you both!" she gushed, "I always knew sex would be good, but I
never DREAMED it would be like that!"

   "You're welcome, dear," Patricia told her, "but that was only the
beginning.  You've just entered a whole new world!"