Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Susan's Dilemma By Videll Dais Hello. My name is Susan and I'm 13-years old. I'm only short, have strawberry- blonde hair, a slight figure ( my boobs are only just beginning to show ) and, though I'm not ugly, I'm not what you would call beautiful either; well, I don't think I am anyway. Something happened to me a few weeks ago and I can't keep it to myself any longer, so I thought I'd write it all down here, an anonymous voice amidst a forest of anonymous voices. To me, it seems easier this way. At least I can get it off my chest without having to face anyone and have them ask me lots of difficult, prying questions. I'm a private person and really wouldn't be able to cope with anything like that. You know how it is. Like loads of girls my age, I'm quite shy, don't have any close friends to talk to, and certainly couldn't speak to my parents about what happened. It's just too embarrassing. If you happen to read this, perhaps you'd be kind enough to give me some advice on what I should do. Before I actually tell you what happened, I'll fill you in on a little background first, so you're more familiar with my circumstances. For quite some time now, I've fancied this boy called David who lives just a few doors down from me on the opposite side of the road. Actually, I more than fancy him. I think I'm in love with him. Every time I see him I seem to go all silly and feel really awkward and stupid. I blush a lot, get butterflies in my tummy and my legs go all shaky. I would love to talk to him properly, but I get all tongue-tied and never know what to say. Apart from what I've overheard other kids talking about at school or read in girl's magazines, I have no experience as far as sex goes. I must admit, though, I have been thinking about `it' a lot lately. In bed, I dream about David almost every night and, just lately, I have been ( God, I can feel myself blushing now) getting this funny sort of tingly feeling between my legs; you know, in my private parts. I'm not sure I should have put that last bit down, but I suppose if you're going to help me in any way, then I have to be really honest and tell you about...well, everything. David Webb is a year older than me. We go to the same school. He is very good looking and he plays the guitar. He is so-o lucky because he has a sweet little sister called Karen who, I think, is two or three. I don't have any brothers or sisters. David is very popular at school, has loads of girlfriends and, though he smiles and occasionally says hi, he hardly ever notices me, even though he sees me out and about quite often `cause we live so close. It was through David's little sister that I got to know his Mum. When it was sunny, I'd see her out walking, pushing the buggy. One day, when she was in the corner shop, I was making a fuss of baby Karen and I got talking with Mrs. Webb. She was a very nice lady. Very tall and slim with lovely, long, auburn hair. She said to call her Rose. I told her my name and where I lived and asked her if she would mind me taking the baby out for a walk sometime. She said for me to go around to their house and get to know her a bit more first. I was so excited. I said ok, asked when should I go round, and she told me a day and a time a week away. You can't imagine how I felt. God, I was thrilled and couldn't wait. I would actually be in HIS house: David's house. In bed that night, I couldn't get to sleep. I felt all hot and flushed and thought I was going down with the flu or a fever of some kind. I couldn't get comfortable and kept fidgeting. My little boobs were extra tender and sensitive and the tingly feeling between my legs seemed stronger than ever. It was very strange and I wondered what on earth could be wrong with me. For the first time, I nervously put my hand inside my knickers, opened my legs, and touched myself there, low down. I was puzzled because I was all wet and it wasn't pee. When my fingers touched a certain spot, the sensation was so intense, I flinched. It felt so-o wicked, so-o nice, like electricity shooting all over my body. I touched myself there again and the same thing happened. I got even more wet and found that, if I gently rubbed that certain spot with my fingertip (whilst thinking of kissing David) the tingly feeling became stronger and just got better and better until it took my breath away. God! At one point, I thought I was dying of pleasure. I don't know how long I did it for. It seemed like ages. I liked the sensations it gave me so much I didn't want to stop. Eventually, completely exhausted, I did manage to fall asleep. When the day came (Wednesday) for me to pay my first visit to David's house, I was disappointed because the weather was awful. It was chilly and had rained for most of the morning and all through lunchtime. However, I was still too excited to let a little thing like dismal weather put me off. After school, I quickly changed out of my uniform, put on a tank top and some jeans and ran across the street. Mrs. Webb - Rose - let me into their lovely home and, again, was very nice to me. She called me `a sweet kid' and made me a glass of fresh orange juice and I played with little Karen for more than an hour. I made her giggle constantly and Rose said little Karen seemed to get along fine with me. Rose asked all about me and my family. I told her my Mum was a nurse at the Memorial Hospital and that my Dad was a long distance lorry driver who was almost never home. She asked me if I ever felt lonely. I had to admit that, quite often, I did. David came in once, smiled, said hi, and left again almost immediately. God, the moment was only brief, but I was over the moon. That smile; that voice. I couldn't get him out of my mind and could hardly concentrate on my activities with Karen at all after that. When it was time for me to go home, Rose said I was more than welcome to come over again next week if I wanted. If I wanted! God! Given half a chance, I would have moved in with them then and there. The next time I went over, I met David's Dad. I could hear David upstairs somewhere playing his guitar. It's an electric one and sounded quite good. Even though David's Dad was quite old, he was very good-looking and seemed like a very nice man. He said to call him Spider. He said everybody called him that. Apparently, it was a nickname from his army days. He joked a lot and made Rose and me laugh. My sides actually ached. I saw David again, too. For a bit longer this time. And he actually remembered to use my name. Oh my God! I went as red as a beetroot. I'm sure his Mum and Dad noticed. My heart wouldn't stop pounding in my chest. I was so-o thrilled and don't believe I've ever enjoyed myself so much in my life. On the way home, I felt like I was walking in the clouds. Again, that night, tucked up in my bed, I had to touch myself down there, inside my knickers. I did it for ages and thought of David the whole time. It was lovely. The following week, on the Tuesday, I went to visit my Gran. I go to see her at least twice a month and stay a couple of hours or so. She's a dear old lady and she's always so pleased to see me. I know she gets lonely since Grandpa passed away, which will be two years this May. I usually get the 8-o-clock bus back but, somehow, I missed it. I waited till 8:15. By then, it was getting dark so, having had enough of hanging around, I decided to walk home. It's not too far, a couple of miles or so. My Mum was working a late shift so wouldn't know I was late. As for my Dad, well, I didn't know when he'd be home so wasn't worried about him at all. I suppose I'd reached about half-way to my house when it started to bucket down with rain again. I was only wearing a short skirt and thin top and I was soaked through in seconds. It was enough to make a saint swear. There's a shortcut, an alley, that runs between the two main roads to my house. Normally, I would never consider walking down it at night, but with the amount of time it would save me getting home and in the dry, I decided I'd risk taking it just this once. When I reached the alley, it looked so dark and menacing I lost my nerve. I just couldn't gather up enough courage to cut through it. By this time, I was cold, shivering and close to tears. The thought of having to walk all the way back around was too much to face. I didn't know what to do and stood under the comforting glow of a single streetlight trying to make up my stupid mind. Then I heard the voice. "Susan? Susan, is that you?" I turned around and there, like a shining knight in armour, was Mr. Webb. Spider. David's Dad. "Ooh, Mr. Webb!" I wailed, tears flowing. "Please help me. I need to get home, but I'm too scared to walk through the alley. Would you take me through it? Plee-ase?" "You poor kid. Look at you. You're wet through. Of course I'll take you. Come on. Get under my coat." He was wearing one of those long coats, the sort cowboys used to wear in the old days. He opened it, pulled me close, and draped the coat around my head and shoulders. I felt instantly warmer and so relieved. We turned down the alley and Mr. Webb, Spider, made a joke about me resembling a drowned rat. I tried to smile, but felt too miserable to really appreciate it. He asked where I'd been and why I had neglected to wear a coat. I said it was warm and sunny when I left home then I told him about missing my usual bus and having to walk home. We hadn't gone far when the wind suddenly picked up and the rain got even heavier. "My God!" Mr. Webb exclaimed. "Here, I think we'd better take shelter for a minute or two till this eases off." The alley is bordered by garden walls on one side, and a long, high wall on the other fronted by a verge, hedges and fir trees. He led me through the hedges and we stood under a clump of thick firs next to the high wall. It was very dark. The wall and trees protected us from the wind and a lot of the rain. "You're shivering, Susan. Let's warm you up a bit." Mr. Webb, Spider, took his coat off, told me to put my arms around him, then he folded his coat around us and pressed me close to him. He felt so warm against me. I rested my cheek on his chest. My tank top is quite short leaving my middle bare and I could feel Spider's big hands on the bare skin of my back. It had been so long since my Dad - or anyone for that matter - had cuddled me this close. I felt really comforted, secure and safe. Spider's hands moved slowly and soothingly up and down my back and sides. I snuggled into him, pressing my front against him, whilst all around us the wind blew noisily whipping the rain-drenched branches above us. "There," Spider said, quietly. "Feel better now?" "Oh, yes. Much." I said, nodding my head against the soft, warm jumper he was wearing. "Pity it's so dark. I'd like to see you more clearly. You're such a pretty little thing." "No, I am not," I replied, giggling a bit and feeling myself blush. "Oh, but you are," Spider said. He moved his hands up my sides, right under my arms. His long thumbs moved quite close to the sides of my sensitive boobs and I felt a shiver go through me that had nothing to do with being cold. "I think you're one of the prettiest girl's in the street." I didn't know what to say, so I stayed quiet as his hands moved around to my back again. They went lower this time, past the bare strip of skin, and down onto my bum. He gently held me there and squeezed slightly. "You've got a lovely little bum," Spider said. "It fits in my hands perfectly. Do you mind me touching you there." "No. It's ok," I said. It felt nice in a stimulating kind of way and didn't seem wrong to me. I felt all trembly inside and my nipples got hard and sort of achy. "Have you got a boyfriend, Susan?" Spider said, close to my ear. His warm breath made me shiver again and he gently squeezed each globe of my bottom, pressing me against him. I could feel the heat from his hands right through my skirt. "No," I said, my voice sort of weak and whispery. I felt all dreamy and was really enjoying the way he was cuddling me. "That's a shame. I would've thought all the boys would be queuing up to take you out. I know I would be if I was younger. Don't you like boys?" "Yes. I like them but... but, well, they don't seem to like me," I could feel his fingers going right under my bottom, lifting me slightly, pressing my stomach against his. There was a large bulge digging into me. My cheeks were burning and I was suddenly glad it was so dark. I hate people seeing me blush. "Don't like you?" Mr. Webb, Spider, breathed into my ear. "I find that hard to believe, Susan. I like you. I think you're very cute, very attractive, and I love the colour of your hair. Are you feeling warmer?" "Y-yes, thanks; a little bit." "Do you want me to warm you up a bit more?" "Ye-es. Please." I nodded, pressing my face against his chest. "Put your arms around my neck." He was so tall I had to stretch up quite a bit, but I did as he told me. I felt my skirt pulling up at the back. His hands went to my hips then up my sides and under my arms again. It tickled and I giggled. I felt really silly and so wanted to be grown up and sensible. His thumbs once again came very close to my boobs. They slowly brushed along the sides making my nipples tingle. Then, suddenly, both his hot palms slid around the front and up under my top and bra. They covered my bare boobs completely and he gently massaged them, pinching at my hard little nipples. I had to catch my breath and felt a bit embarrassed because I know my boobs are not very big. When I went to jerk my arms down he said to leave them around his neck, so I did. "You have such lovely little titties, Susan. Really lovely. Does that feel nice?" As he spoke, he gently plucked at each of my tender nipples sending shivery rivulets of pulsating sensation right down to my belly and privates. I buried my face in his chest, not knowing what to say. Keeping his left hand playing with my nipples, he slid his other hand slowly down my front, over my belly and lower. I felt it on my leg next, above my knee. I knew what he was going to do and, though slightly scared, felt absolutely powerless to stop him. My legs were shaking uncontrollably and my face felt as if I was burning up. "Just relax little girl. I'm not going to hurt you. I'll make you feel nice and warm." As he whispered in my ear, his hand blazed a tickly path up the inside of my bare thigh, under my skirt. Then he was touching the front of my knickers. He gently, and very slowly, rubbed me there, right on that special spot that feels so-o good. I thought I was going to faint. "Ooh," I muttered, involuntarily, as I felt his finger trace lightly right along my cleft. The touch felt so acute it was as if my knickers weren't even covering me. Spider chuckled. "Have you got much hair down there?" He whispered. God, what a question. Unable to speak, feeling his fingers lightly touching me, I shook my head. "Don't be shy. There's no need to worry. Answer me. Have you got much hair down there?" "N-no," I gulped. "Oh, that's sweet. That's what I like - a bald, adolescent little quim. Let me feel you properly, sweetheart." With that, he reached up, rubbed my bare belly a bit, even rotating a fingertip in my belly button, before sliding his fingers down under the elastic waistband of my knickers. It tickled and I gasped as my tummy muscles twitched. He put his whole hand right down there. My body trembled all over. "Oh, yes," he whispered. "That's a nice plump mound. So soft and smooth. Open your legs a little more, darling. Let me feel your pussy. Don't worry. I won't hurt you." I couldn't believe the words he was using. They made me feel so hot and bothered. I felt weak and completely helpless - and so-o loved. He suddenly bent his head down and held one of my boobs up so my hard nipple was sticking out and he started to suck on it. My tummy did summersaults and my knees were like jelly. I did as he told me and opened my legs wider. He slid his whole hand, palm up, over my privates. "Oh, yes," he whispered, his long fingers gently sliding back and forth along my privates. "What a sweet little cunt. You are so wet. You like this don't you?" My cheeks flamed with embarrassment at his frankly rude words. "It's...It feels...nice," I gasped, hardly able to breathe as his fingers went right under me to my bum and back again. I couldn't believe the words he was saying; so dirty and rude, disgusting and...exciting at the same time. He seemed to know where that special place was and he gently rubbed it. I opened my legs a bit wider, closed my eyes and let the warm, tingly feelings wash over me. It was like when I touched myself in bed, but ten times better. I was embarrassed, but didn't think that it was wrong, that it was David's Dad who was touching me, or that he was so old. I just liked what he was doing to me. It was so exciting. I felt so grown up, like a grown woman. A real man was holding me and playing with my privates and, it was true, I did like it. "Oh, sweet Susan. It's not fair for me to have all the fun," Spider said, kissing along my neck. "Give me your hand. There, feel what you do to me. Feel my hard cock little girl." He took my hand and wrapped my fingers around his thingy. I didn't know he'd undone his trousers and I was very surprised, shocked even. I felt dizzy and couldn't concentrate. He held my hand in his and showed me how to rub him. God! It felt so huge. It was sticking up, was so hard, yet...sort of soft and smooth and veiny and the skin moved in my hand. My fingers would hardly go round it. It felt so big and hot. "That's it," he said. "Rub it like that. Not too fast. Oh, that's it. Just right... Yes, just like that. Good girl. Give me a kiss." His lips came down over mine, wide and wet and soft. Then his tongue was in my mouth. He was giving me a real grown-up kiss. It felt strange at first, the way his tongue came into my mouth, forcing my lips wide, but I liked it. I let him do it for a long time and all the while his fingers were rubbing that special tingly spot in my privates and I was getting wetter and wetter. I rubbed his thingy like he showed me and could feel the loose skin slipping over the knob-end and my hand was wet. I wondered if boys - men - got wet when you rubbed them, like I did. Spider kissed my lips, my neck, my face, my eyes, everywhere he could, and I shivered when he stuck the tip of his tongue in my ear. My whole body felt as taut and tense as a live wire. I don't know exactly when, but the rain stopped and the wind dropped to nothing. Spider took his coat off us, turned it inside out and spread it on the grass beside the hedgerow. He said we should get more comfortable and pulled me down with him onto the coat. I lay on my back and he pulled me closer to him and pushed my skirt up around my waist. "Lift up," he said, casually, as he knelt beside me. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my knickers. I raised my hips and he slid them down my trembling legs. He put his hands on the insides of my knees and spread my legs wider still. I felt the cool night air wafting around my heat, my exposed privates. What he did next really shocked me. I was aware of his dark shape kneeling between my spread legs and he seemed to be bending lower. "I must taste that sweet little cunt of yours, Susan," Spider said, his voice croaky, then he reassuringly added, "Don't worry. I won't hurt you. I'll make you feel really good, really special." And he certainly did that. The next thing I knew, his lips were kissing my belly, then my mound - as he called it - and then his tongue was right there on my special place and my belly started twitching like crazy. It felt so-o good. So-o dirty and wicked. I think I cried out. I put my hands over my face. I couldn't believe what was happening. He put his hands under my bum, one of his fingers actually right in the cleft, right on it, and lifted me to his mouth. I don't know why, but he told me I had to raise my legs and hold my knees up to my chest. Then he did it! He stuck his tongue right in my privates and in my bum. God! It felt like...like nothing on earth. I loved it. He kept doing me like that for a long time, sort of groaning and muttering dirty words and things. Then his tongue was tickling my special place and I felt one of his fingers actually go in my bum. Right in! It was wet and slippery and didn't hurt and he moved it in and out very slowly and gently. It filled me up and made me sort of want to poo, and yet not. The wondrous sensations raced all through my body and I could hardly breathe at all. I didn't know what was happening to me. It was like my heart was exploding and all my muscles spasmed and twitched and I cried out again. "There my little angel. Did you like that?" "Y-yes," I gasped. I liked him calling me little angel. It made me feel real special. I had to ask what he did to me. "I made you cum sweetheart," he said, and he took my hand and put it on his thingy again. Do you want to help make me cum?" "Ok," I said, not really sure what he meant. "Let me lay down and you kneel over me. God, I've wanted to fuck you ever since I first laid eyes on you. You're such a little cutie." He showed me how he wanted me. I jumped when I felt his hot thingy actually touching my privates. He held it and rubbed it all along me. I was so-o wet. "Spread your knees a little more darling," he said, helping me. "Just relax and let me fuck it into you." "I-I'm scared it'll hurt," I said, feeling very nervous. I bit my bottom lip. "Don't worry, angel. I won't hurt you too much. You're ripe and ready for cock. Just relax and let it up you." Then I felt it. A stretching sensation. His thingy was at my entrance, going up me. He put his hands on my hips and moved me onto it. "Ooh," I said, anxiously. "Don't worry my little love. Every girl in the world suffers a little discomfort the first time, but they still want it. You want it, too, don't you? You want my cock up your cunt don't you?" "Y-yes," I gasped. I felt myself opening around his thingy, stretching wider and wider. There was a little bit of scary pain, but I didn't want him to stop. Then, suddenly, he pushed his hips up and I was stretched and full and he was right in me. "Ooh...Ooh," I mumbled, and for the first time in my life I was fully, impaled and helpless on man's thing, on his...cock. "There," Spider said, slowly pulling me down and lifting me up. "You're a big girl now; a woman. You're getting your little-girl pussy fully fucked. You've got a cock in your tight, juicy little cunt. Oh God, you feel delicious. You were made for it. Ride me, come on girl. Fuck me. Make me cum." I didn't understand half the words he was using, but instinct took over and, while Spider tweaked and pulled at my tingling nipples, I raised and lowered myself on his huge thingy. It seemed to go in and out easily even though I could feel my insides gripping it tightly. It seemed to go right up into my belly and touch something up there. What little pain there was just went away and I began to get all tingly again. Spider put his hands on my bum, groaned, and started to quickly pull and push me backwards and forwards, really pumping his thingy in and out of me. Then he stopped, pulled me down on him and started kissing me again, pushing his tongue right into my mouth. His hands played with my bum cheeks and he wet his finger in my other place, where his thingy was, and slid it up my bum, moving it in and out like before. It felt uncomfortable at first, but then...then I liked it. "Get up on your feet," Spider said. I moved my legs forwards a bit, balanced and squatted over him. God, I wouldn't have thought it possible, but his thingy seemed to go even deeper. It hurt a little bit, but in a nice way. I gasped and my insides lurched. "Yes, that's it. You can feel it now, eh Princess? Now bounce your little cunt on my cock. Go on, really fuck it for me." I tried to do what he wanted. I thought it was tearing me apart at first, but then the tingly, itchy, tickly feeling started and I got wetter and wetter again. "Oh God!" Spider groaned. "That's a good little girl. Fuck that cock for me." Again, he held my bum and made me bounce faster, then he gripped me and pulled me down really hard and I felt him squirting his hot stuff in me. His thingy throbbed and pulsed for ages. I didn't move, just leaned over him. He kissed me again, his tongue deep in my mouth, while he held my tingling boobs and I could feel his thingy wetly slipping and sliding in and out of me, slowly, in long deep strokes. After a breathless minute or two, in a whispery, dry voice, I asked him, "Did I do it right? Did you do it?" "You were wonderful my little darling, wonderful," he said, kissing one of my nipples, sucking slurpily on it, nipping it with his teeth, making it really tingle. I swallowed and made a whimpering noise and he eventually stopped sucking. "And, yes," he said, hoarsely, "you made me cum a gallon. Are you sure you haven't fucked before?" "N-no, I haven't. Honestly. I never have done anything like this." "Magic," Spider said. "Pure magic. From now on you're going to be my girl aren't you?" I nodded. "If you want me to be." "Oh, I do. From now on I want you to be my little fuckstress and you will do everything I say. I've got a lot to teach you." "But...But what about your...What about Rose? Won't she be mad at me?" "Don't worry, Princess," Spider chuckled. "I'll have a word with her. She won't be mad at you. Actually, she won't mind a bit. In fact, she'll probably want to have a little fun with you herself." "I-I...I'm not sure what you -" Suddenly, his lips urgently covered mine and his tongue was again thrusting into my mouth. His thing seemed to get harder inside me and he put his hands on my bum and made me move on him in the way he liked. "Ooh," I muttered weakly into his mouth as he did it to me faster, making me bounce up and down. He took my breath away. I didn't realise he'd want to do me again so soon. Spider rolled me off him and underneath him. He pulled my legs up and over his shoulders and he started to pump into me really hard and deep making my whole body jar and shake. He was puffing and panting and doing me for ages. "God, you've got the tightest, slickest little cunt I've ever been in. I want to fuck you all night. Have you ever sucked a man's cock, Princess?" "N-no," I said, not believing my ears. The things he said to me were so...so awful, but seemed to stimulate and excite me more and more. I felt all hot and sweaty and tingly. "I'll teach you how to do it, little darling. Don't worry. You'll get to like it after a while." Spider stopped doing me and pulled is long, hard thing out of me. He let my legs down and moved so he was up by my boobs. He lifted my head and put his thing right on my lips. "Come on, now," he said, his breathing harsh. "Open those luscious lips of yours." I did what he told me and he pushed his thing into my mouth. "Oh, good girl. That's it. Open wider. Don't bite me. Use your tongue around the end of my cock... Yes, like that. Good. Oh, yes. Good. You're a quick learner my little darling. Very quick." I tried to do as Spider wanted the best I could. He was a bit rough with me, but I didn't mind. I could smell and taste myself and his salty juices and he felt thick and fat and like he was going to go right down my throat. My jaws ached. At first, I thought I was going to choke. I did gag a couple of times, but he kept doing it saying for me not to worry, to open wider and relax and I'd soon get used to him fucking my mouth. It wasn't so bad after a while and Spider said I was going to make one excellent little cocksucker before very long. He let me take a short break and said he would teach me all there was to know about pleasing a man and fucking and everything. "But...I'm only thirteen," I said. "Well, little darlin'," he said, chuckling low in his throat. "You have to learn sometime and I would guess your body has been telling you for a while that the time is now. Suck my cock like I showed you." Even though my jaws really ached, I did. After a while, he began to do my mouth faster, pulling my head onto his thing and almost choking me. "Ooh, ye-es," Spider gasped. "I'm going to cum. Keep sucking like that. Don't stop. When I cum, I want you to swallow it all. Every drop." The next thing I knew he was spurting his thick, creamy stuff into my mouth and I swallowed it as quickly as I could. It tasted sort of salty, bitter, tangy and fruity at the same time. He told me after that he drank plenty of orange juice so his spunk tasted nicer for Rose because he liked her to swallow too. After that we cleaned up and got dressed and Spider took me nearly to my door. He said he'd see me tomorrow, after school, when I came over to play with the baby. He wouldn't let me have my knickers back. He said he wanted to keep them as a reminder of our special time together. After my bath, I was exhausted and aching and a bit sore. I didn't think I was going to get to sleep at all. My head was spinning with images of Spider and all that had happened between us and I couldn't help touching my special place. I couldn't believe I'd actually done it, had sex with a real man for the first time. The next thing I knew it was morning. All that day at school, I was thinking about Spider, about his thing and about doing it. My privates felt a bit sore still, but they constantly tingled and I could sense I was wet down there most of the time. I saw David, but he didn't see me. I deliberately avoided him certain that, if he saw my face or looked into my eyes just once, he'd know in an instant what had happened between me and his Dad. Through the afternoon, as the time drew nearer for me to go visit the Webb's, the more nervous and worried I became. How would I ever be able to face Rose again? I felt so guilty. From day one, she had been so nice to me and really didn't deserve me doing what I had done with Spider. What would happen now? I had had sex with her husband and try as I might to hide it, stupid as I am, I was bound to give myself away somehow. As the minutes ticked by, my anxiety grew and grew. As soon as I got in from school, I had a quick bath and put on fresh underclothes and, as Spider had instructed I do, a skinny top and short skirt. I was glad my Mum was working, because she has a sixth sense as to whether anything is bothering me or not and would have quizzed me mercilessly until she had discovered what my problem was. I knew I would have to be extra cautious around her for a few days, maybe even weeks. I nervously waited around in doors for as long as I dared, but knew that the time had come when I couldn't put off the dreaded visit any longer. Biting the bullet, pretending as best I could that everything was hunky dory, I skipped across the road to whatever fate awaited me. My insides were in turmoil, but Rose greeted me the same as always, made me orange juice, and chatted away as though everything was perfectly normal. Within minutes, I knew I had nothing at all to worry about and, relaxed and relieved, was happily playing with baby Karen in the lounge while Rose prepared the evening meal in the kitchen. Spider came in about a half-hour later cracking his jokes and playing the fool, making us all laugh before going upstairs to wash and change. I saw no sign of David and later discovered that he had band rehearsals and wouldn't be home until later that night. I suppose it must have been about twenty minutes later when Spider came into the lounge and, in front of baby Karen, took me in his arms and started kissing me. He really surprised me. I struggled a bit because of the baby being there and, more so, because of Rose being just in the kitchen. Of course, me trying to fight off a man of his size was a complete waste of time. "Please...Mr Webb. Spider. Don't do this. Stop it," I protested as his big hands held my bum and he pulled me against his obviously hard thing. "Stop! Rose will catch us." Spider chuckled and held me tightly in his arms, his fingers going right into the crease of my bottom. "I've missed you, Princess," he said, close to my ear. "My cock's been hard all day thinking about you and that tight little quim of yours. I want to fuck you so badly." God, I didn't know what to do. I could feel my cheeks flaming. Struggle as I might to escape his embrace, I felt my insides swirling and my privates begin to tingle in that now familiar, pleasurable way. As quick as a flash, he turned me around and bent me over the back of the sofa. He was so strong. I was helpless and couldn't move. I felt him lift my skirt right up my back and tug my flimsy white knickers down to my knees in one quick jerk. Then I felt his warm hand on my bottom, stroking and smoothing the skin, gently squeezing each cheek. I didn't struggle and lay absolutely still. "Plee-ease, no Spider. Stop," I protested, but only quietly in case Rose heard me. "You've got a delicious little arse, Princess," Spider said, ignoring my desperate pleas. "So round and tight. So flawlessly white and firm. I love it." Baby Karen made a gurgling noise and giggled, then said in her funny baby-talk, "Daddy play with Suzy. Daddy play with Suzy botty." "Yes, sweety," Spider said. "Daddy likes to play with Suzy's botty. It's a lovely botty." I was stunned, anxious and excited all at the same time, and gasped as Spider cupped his hand between my legs, right along my privates and, hooking his finger, began to diddle my special place while the ball of his thumb pressed against my back passage. I was bent over so far, he had easy access to all of me - everything. My thighs quivered with tension, my knees became like rubber and the wings of a thousand butterflies fluttered deep in my belly. I couldn't worry about Rose or being caught right then and I moaned as his thick thumb pressed against my bum and began to ease into me. "Oh, yes," he said, quietly and seriously. "You're all puffy and wet little Princess. I'd say you've missed me as much as I've missed you. You want some cock don't you, darling? And the sooner the better by the feel of your sweet little quim. Is that what you want? Do you want Spider's big hard cock in here?" He suited actions to words and I whimpered a weak `yes' as he slid two fingers inside me and his thumb right in my bum. I yelped because I was still sore a bit, but it soon went away and I began to feel the pleasure stars burst in my belly. "Yes what? Tell Spider what you want, Princess." This time there was no darkness to hide behind, no night surrounding us. It was light and all my naked lust was revealed for the world to see. I could have died of embarrassment, but I didn't care. I was so hot and needy, I think I would have said anything he wanted. My insides churned as his fingers and thumb moved rapidly in and out of me. I heard how wet I was, a sort of squishy, squelching noise. "I...I want you to do me. P-please... do it to me." "That's not what I want to hear little girl. Tell me again what you want and use the proper words this time." "Ooh, please don't make me," I whimpered, almost in tears. "I c-can't say those ...rude words. I-I just c-cant!" "Yes you can, angel. Feel my fingers in your cunt? Think how much better my cock will feel. Come on, tell Daddy what you want there's a good girl. Say you want my big cock." Behind us somewhere, baby Karen said `cock' as plain as day. "See," Spider said, frantically working his fingers and thumb in me, making me quiver from head to toe. "Even my three-year old daughter can say it. Tell Daddy what you want." Spider's fingers danced their magic dance and all resistance drained from me as a great wave of sensation washed over me making my tummy lurch, my legs spasm off the floor and my head jerk up to the ceiling. "Ooh...Ah! Ooh, God! W-what's happening?" "That's it. Cum for Daddy," Spider said, breathlessly, almost whispering. "Cum for Daddy." "Oh, please," I shamelessly begged, "fuck me with your big hard cock. Fuck me!" "Where do you want Daddy to fuck you, Princess? Tell him nicely." "Fuck my cunt! Please fuck your big hard cock up my cunt." "Good girl! That wasn't so bad now was it?" Spider suddenly stood me up and began tugging at my clothes. "W-what...? What are y-you going to do?" I panted, my legs all wobbly. Spider chuckled that low, now familiar, chuckle. "I'm taking your clothes off, sweety. I want you naked so I can enjoy you more." "N-no... Please... Rose will -" "Hush little darling. Stop worrying. Lift your arms up." I raised my arms almost without thinking and Spider slipped my top over my head. Next, he undid my skirt and let it drop to my ankles. In no time, I was as naked, blushing and pink as the day I was born. He grabbed my hand and dragged me around to the front of the sofa. He pushed his trousers down and sat on the wide cushions then turned me and pulled me backwards onto him. "There, now, little baby," Spider said, his breath scalding my ear and his lips burning their way down my neck. "Just lean back and relax. Spread your legs wide. That's it. That's very good." As I lay back over him, he put slid his warm hands under my arms and cupped my little titties. He squeezed and fondled them, pinching my raised nipples with his thumbs and fingers. I could feel his thing all along my tingling privates and sticking up between my thighs. My hips were rolling from side to side of their own volition and I pressed my bum into the hairy man-flesh beneath me. I raised my head, had to look down; had to see it. Beyond the veined, angry-red, staff of his thing, I could see baby Karen sitting on the rug, smiling up at us. "Suzy play with Daddy," she said. "Ye-es," I gasped, haltingly, reaching a hand out to tentatively grasp that monster maleness. Spider didn't even have to ask or show me this time. I curled my fingers around the thick girth and gently moved my hand up and down the fat length. God, I felt so lewd, so hot. "That's it. Wank Daddy's cock, darling. Good girl." "Cock! Wank!" Karen said. Just then I got the shock of my life. My heart almost stopped as the lounge door opened and in walked Rose. She was naked and smiling. Completely transfixed, I stared at Rose's gorgeous figure. She had lovely firm, full breasts. Her nipples were as hard as mine, much bigger of course, and seemed to stick out a good inch. Her waist was narrow, hips rounded, and her legs long. I remember how struck I was by the fact she, too, had no hair around her privates. She was staring back at me and seemed to be taking in every detail of my body also. I was embarrassed, but felt my insides turning molten with desire. I was so turned on. "Oh, Danny. You were so right. She's adorable." Rose walked past baby Karen and kneeled in front of us. She put her hands on my knees and pressed my legs outwards, spreading them wider. Completely stunned, I just lay limply on Spider. Heart in my mouth, I helpless, wide-eyed and speechless. "Ooh, ye-es. Such a neat, tight little package," Rose said. "She has a beautiful split peach. Her lips are so tight and puffy-plump. I'm going to have to taste that." "Put my cock in her first, darling. I really need to feel her sweet, juicy cunt wrapped around me." Rose giggled. "Shall I suck him for you first?" "Oh please, baby. Please." With that, I watched intently, awed and fascinated, as Rose lowered her thick, pouting lips over the engorged shaft sticking up between my quivering thighs and engulfed it fully into her ever widening mouth. Spider groaned. "Oh ye-es! Oh God, yesss! Suck it, baby. Take it deep." Rose's head slowly bobbed up and down, the fat shaft wetly appearing and disappearing into her throat. Her hands felt as if they were burning through my thighs. Occasionally, her lips touched my little bud and I thought I was losing my mind. I'd never felt anything like it. "Watch carefully, Suzy," Spider breathed into my ear, his hands gently squeezing my boobs. "Not everybody gets the chance to see an expert suck cock. Watch and learn." Then, to my utter astonishment, he said to Rose, "Play with Suzy's clit darling. I know you want to and I know she wants you to." A second later, I almost lurched off of Spider as Rose, still sucking on the throbbing shaft, daintily tweaked my special spot, rotating the tip of her finger in just the right way. Sensations rippled through my taut belly to my nipples and back again. My spine arched and my spread thighs twitched uncontrollably. I felt as if my insides were about to explode. Rose stopped sucking and, saliva running down her chin, raised her flushed face. She looked at me through smouldering, half-lidded eyes as she licked her moist lips and said, "Her clit is like an excited little cock, Danny. All red and stiff and begging." Spider chuckled. "How wet is she?" Rose slowly slid her finger down through the lips of my privates. I felt her twirl it around at my entrance then slide it back to my special spot - my clit, as I now realised what it was called. She rapidly flicked her fingernail across it. I gasped and jumped. "She's right on the edge, soaking and ripe-ready to fuck." "I told you she was a hot little cherry didn't I? Put me in her, darling. Stick my cock in that juicy quim." Still looking at me and diddling my clit, Rose swiped her free hand across her lips. "Make her ask for it first." "What do you want, Suzy? Tell Daddy angel." Breathless, beyond any normal state of caring, I stared straight into Rose's avid gaze and said, "I want your big cock in my cunt...Daddy." "Oh yes. She's certainly a sexy little slut. Are you sure she was only popped for the first time last night?" Rose smiled. "Absolutely," Spider groaned. "Put it in her, baby." "Amazing." Rose looked down, put her hand flat over my gyrating mound, her thumb rolling my clit. I felt her other hand doing something at my entrance then, suddenly, I felt the huge head of Spider's cock stretching me, opening me, sliding up into my slick, clinging, aching cunt. He slammed into me, jolting my whole body, making me bounce with each deep thrust. I couldn't help crying out as the delicious waves of pleasure sparked and exploded inside me. "She's cumming already," Rose said. "Ooh God! That is bliss!" Spider gasped. "She's milking me, sucking me off with her cunt. I told you this kid was born to fuck. Ah...Ooh! Suck her clit, darling. Make her cum again on my cock." Rose lowered her head and I felt her lips on me. Her tongue danced over my clit and I literally vibrated on Spider's throbbing prong. I felt him surge within me and thought the top of my head was going to come off. I cried out again, a long wail of almost painful pleasure. "Je-ezzusss!" Spider groaned and I felt him pumping great globs of hot cum into my writhing belly as Rose gently nibbled and licked my fiery clit. "God, Danny. You're like a rampant fucking horse. It's all bubbling out of her. I think you've probably impregnated her little womb with that multi-squirt of juice." "Oh, yeah!" Spider moaned pumping his huge rod deeper into me. "Oh God, yesss! I'd love to stick one in her oven." That's how it's been now for two whole weeks. Every night, Rose and Spider share and suck and fuck me. Spider made me suck Rose's clit and put my finger in her bum. I've learned how to make her cum with my tongue in minutes. He even puts his big cock up both our bums and shoots his cum up there. At first, I found it really uncomfortable being `fucked in the arse' as he put it, but now Im used to it I love it. I love it all, every depraved thing they make me do. Rose says I am the most amazing little fuck toy she's ever known. She couldn't believe I am only thirteen. And that's my problem. I don't even think of David any more and I'm not interested in my school work or any of the daily activities. I live to be with Spider and Rose. I want to be with them 24/7. Of course, I know that, in the real world, that isn't possible, but that's all I dream about. They have both warned me not to tell anyone, not a soul, about what's going on or we could all end up in big trouble with the police and stuff because I am underage. How ridiculous is that? How can such wonderful pleasure be against the law? I really don't understand that. No body forced me or made me do anything I didn't want to do. I was ready for everything we've done together. At night, after our sessions and I'm home in bed, I have to rub my clit and make myself cum one more time before I go to sleep. My cums just get stronger and stronger. Rose says I'm a right little nymphomaniac. Mum says I look pale and tired and need more early nights, but I know what I need and it's not early nights - unless it's early nights with Spider and Rose.