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 This is fiction.  I don't have a daughter.  Enjoy it but remember that it's
MY story, so don't rip it off or post it somewhere else.  And if you DO
have a daughter, resist the urge.

   Amber's Best Friend (Mf14)

   Ginny and I were married right after high school and Amber was born
before we turned 20.  She's 14 now and Ginny is long gone, after a downhill
slide into alcoholism in her late twenties.  I was awarded custody of Amber
in the resulting divorce proceedings.  Amber and I are much happier these
days without the stress of a drunk in the family.

   We have always been close as her mother grew more and more helpless and
beligerent in her drunken fog.  We cried together on several occasions.  We
did schoolwork together, we cooked and did the dishes.  We were pals.  She
talked to me about her crushes and the changes that were occuring in her
body.  I was direct and truthful as I explained how boys and girl become
men and women.  But we were always careful to maintain a proper
father-daughter relationship, even as her body blossomed and she became
what the boys called "a hottie."

   Things began to change about a year ago when Amber wanted to become a
cheerleader as a high-school freshman.  Freshman girls are never on the
main cheeleader squad but on a junior varsity squad that performs at JV
games.  She was ok with that but wanted to be invited to tryouts for the
upper class squad in her sophomore year.  She knew she had to be a standout
all year in the JV squad to be invited so she and her friend Beth practiced
for hours every afternoon after school, extending their regular 2-hour JV
Cheerleader practice.  Initially, they divided their extra practice hours
between our house and Beth's, I suppose to keep from annoying either me or
Beth's mother any more than necessary.

   But more and more the practices moved to our house.  That was fine with
me because Beth was a perfectly proportioned tiny little thing -- maybe
five-feet-two or three and not one hundred pounds.  She had smooth curvy
legs, nice hips and waist and a pair of little titties that boys (and men,
judging from my proccupation with them) would die for.  She wore her blonde
hair in a pixie cut that nicely framed a pretty face with a cute button
nose and piercing blue eyes.  I used every excuse I could to watch them
practice.  I found myself staring at her crotch, safely encased in the blue
matching panties when she wore her uniform but more frequently in the
tightest white short-shorts I could imagine.  One day recently she wore a
short skirt and I discovered as I watched that she had a pair of frilly
panties on underneath.  I'm sure she could connect the dots for herself:
unmarried middle-aged guy, currently not dating, intently watching her
skirt fly up.  In those moments I wondered what she would look like if she
"inadvertently" forgot those panties.  I suppose it began innocently enough
but I soon realized that my preoccupation with Beth's panties was not mere
academic curiosity but, rather, a sexual yearning to know what was under
that little piece of fabric.  Was she blonde down there?  Was she trimmed
or, dear god, shaved?

   I looked closely at Amber, too, but not with the unbridled lust that I
felt while I was mentally undressing Beth.  I had never seen Amber naked,
not since she was six or seven.  I wondered how she would look standing in
the shower but it was an idle thought I told myself and nothing sexual.  It
was how men saw pretty young girls, I told myself.  We saw them as they
were at the moment and then, in our minds, as they might look sttark naked
and waiting impatiently for our attentions -- a Walter Mitty dream for
sure.

   When I asked Amber one day why they were using our house almost
exclusively now and if Beth's mother was encouraging them to practice here
she became evasive as she answered.

   "So, what's the reason?"

   "Ummm," she said, avoiding eye contact, "she kinda likes you."

   "That's nice," I said.  "I like her, too."

   "Ummm, no.  I mean she REALLY likes you."

   "Like really, really?"

   "Yeah."

   "Oh," I said.  "That's not good, is it?"

   "I dunno," she said.  "I really, really like you, too.  I think you're
totally cool.  But Beth thinks you're hot."

   "Wow.  That's quite a compliment."

   "That's not what I meant."

   "What DID you mean?"

   "I mean she thinks you're sexy."

   "I'm flattered again."

   "Daddy, you're not listening.  She thinks you're sexy -- big time!  She
talks about what you might look like naked.  She even asked me how big you
are."

   "You mean "down there?"

   "Yeah.  She wouldn't believe I've never seen you naked."

   "I've been careful about that."

   "Yeah ." She paused in thought for a while before continuing. 
"She...uhh...she said she'd like to do it with you."

   "She said that?"

   "Yeah."

   "Wow."

   "Would you do it?"

   "With Beth?"

   "Yeah."

   "No, I answered." But I wasn't ready for that question.  My mind went
wild during the next two seconds imagining "doing it" with this pretty
brunette teen.  What made me add "I don't think so," mystifies me still.

   "You mean you might?"

   "No.  That's not what I meant."

   "So, what did you mean?"

   "I'm not sure what I meant.  I shouldn't have said it.  I didn't mean to
say it." Christ, she had me dead to rights.  She should be on the debating
team.

   "But that's what you were thinking, right?"

   "I suppose so, sweetheart.  But, listen, we've always been honest with
each other and I don't want to stop now.  I'm a guy and when a guy sees a
pretty girl he sometimes will fantasize -- just for a second -- about sex
with her."

   "So you sometimes think about having sex with Beth?"

   "It has crossed my mind," I answered.

   "So cool."

   "No.  It's NOT cool.  It's gross -- an old guy like me thinking about
doing stuff with a high-school freshman girl."

   "It's not gross.  You're a hunk -- even if you're my dad."

   "Thanks, dear, but that's not the point."

   "Well, she's gonna freak out when she hears you actually thought about
doing her."

   "'Doing her'?"

   "Yeah.  Having sex with her."

   "I didn't think about having sex with her."

   "You aleady said you did -- and she said she'd like that, too."

   "You can't tell her that."

   "So, do you ever think of me like that -- you, know, sexy?"

   "I think you're sexy but I've never had those other thoughts about you."

   "Never?"

   "Never," I said.  I think it was the truth.

   "So, I'm not pretty or sexy enough."

   "No, sweetie.  That's not it at all.  I think you're both pretty and
sexy but you're also my daughter."

   "But Beth isn't."

   "No." Amber was right, though, that Beth was sexy and desireable.  She
was on the gymnastics team but, unlike most of the 14-year-old "little
girls" you see in the Olympics these days, she had actual breasts and a
tiny waist. .  Like I said, she was definitely a wet dream for an unmarried
middle-aged guy like me.  She was, in fact, occasionally a masturbatory
fantasy for me, but I would not, could not ever confess that to Amber.

   The conversation ended there and I didn't think much about it for a few
days.  But I soon noticed a change in how Beth acted around me.  At first
it was just a greater friendliness, a few more smiles, a touch now and
then. Beth became a touchy-feely person, touching my arm to emphasize a
point or in reaction to something funny I said.  "Oh, Mr.  Philips," she
would shriek, briefly grabbing my arm and hanging from it, rubbing her
boobs against it.  It all seemed very innocent.

   Then one warm fall day Amber asked if she and Beth could show me one of
their routines.  They sat me down on the patio and stood on the back lawn a
few feet away to do their routine.  They jumped and kicked and danced,
shaking their pom-poms and, now and then, their little butts in my face. 
They were wearing shorts and T-shirts and part way through their dance I
noticed Beth wasn't wearing a bra.  Her breasts, normally held firm by her
bra, were bouncing up and down and, to emphasize them, it seemed she was
holding her shoulders back.  Her face gave no clue to what she was doing --
all very innocent.  But this was all new.

   The girls finished the routine, kneeling side by side in front of me.  I
could see Beth's nipples, like little buttons poking against the T-shirt.
"Did you like it, Daddy?" Amber asked.

   "It was terrific."

   "It's a new routine.  We just thought it up ourselves."

   "It's a great routine.  You should be proud."

   "Do you think it's good enough for us to show it to the whole team?"

   "Of course.  It's great."

   "Oh, Daddy, that's wonderful," Amber said as she leaned forward to hug
me.  She was joined by Beth, whose firm boobs were again pressed against my
arm.  She also kissed me on the mouth and held it a little too long.

   "I'm hot," Amber said to Beth.  "Remember how we used to play in the
sprinklers?"

   "Yeah," Beth answered.  "Let's do it again.  I'm hot, too."

   "Sounds good to me," I said.  "Go get your suits on."

   "I didn't bring a suit," Beth said.

   Oh, yes.  The infamous "I didn't bring a suit" line.  Amber just stood
back quietly, waiting for my reaction.  It was clear to me now that she had
told Beth about our conversation the other day and that this was a
well-rehearsed little scene -- wanting to see how far it would go.  "Oh," I
said.  "Well, use one of Amber's."

   "Hers won't fit me," she said.  "I'll just wear what I have on now."

   "You mean your T-shirt?"

   "Yeah.  Is that ok?"

   This was the test.  "Yes, I suppose so." At least she hadn't volunteered
to take the shirt off.  I could already see her little nips poking against
the shirt and I certainly wasn't opposed to seeing her in a wet T-shirt. 
"Not opposed" is too mild.  I would pay real money to see Beth in a wet
T-shirt.  I didn't really think about seeing Amber that way nor did I
wonder if Amber would do it.  She did have a bra on, as far as I could
tell.

   I watched as the girls unwound the hose and attached a rotating
sprinkler to the end.  Amber turned it on and they took turns running
through the water until they were thoroughly soaked.  Beth's T-shirt was
plastered to her skin, revealing a slim waist and round, full breasts. 
Amber had a similar figure, though taller.  The young girl, almost coltish,
figure with long very slim legs and a tight butt that you rarely see in
girls over 18 or so.  They cavorted, laughing and squealing for ten or
fifteen minutes.  Then they unscrewed the sprinkler and just squirted ech
other, holding a thumb over the nozzle to direct the stream.  Both now had
soggy hair in their faces.

   "Hey, Mr.  Philips.  Come join us," Beth yelled.

   "Sorry, girls.  I'm not dressed for it." I had on jeans, a T-shirt and
Crocs, those plastic clogs that I wear almost constantly around the house
except in the dead of winter.

   "Don't be an old fuddy-duddy, The water feels good."

   "I'm sure it does, but..." I started to say.  But my refusal was cut
short when Beth turned the hose on me.  "HEY, you little shit," I yelled
back.  But the deed was done.  The full stream of water had soaked me and
the newspaper I was reading.  I jumped up from my chair and charged her. 
She dropped the hose and both girls ran, screaming, to the other side of
the yard.  Both were already soaked from head to toe, so adding some now
wasn't really much of a retaliation but in my mind it was the principle of
the thing.  Besides, I got to watch those cute boobs bouncing and the sweet
little butts as they spun and dodged the water, shrieking all the time.

   I dropped the hose and started to walk back to the patio when Beth
tackled me -- a nice tackle, too -- and yelled to Amber to bring the hose.
"Now you're gonna get it," Beth yelled as she grabbed the hose.  "Hold him
down," she said to Amber.  Amber sat on my chest and held one arm with both
her hands.  I couldn't see what Beth was doing.  Then, suddenly, I felt a
cold stream of water down my pants.  Beth had stuck the hose down inside
the front of my jeans and the water was playing against my cock and running
down the pants leg.

   Neither Beth nor, I suppose, Amber were aware that I frequently didn't
wear shorts under my jeans.  The water felt really good against my cock --
cool but stimulating -- and it began to stiffen as Beth worked the hose
inside my pants.  Then I felt her undoing the jeans and before I could stop
her, she grabbed the cuffs and yanked them down to about mid-thigh.

   "Oh, wow!" she said.

   "Oops," Amber added.  They both stared at my my now fully-hard cock,
which sprung up when the pants were pulled down.

   "Wow," Beth said again.  "It's really big."

   "DADDY!" Amber shrieked.  "You didn't tell me you weren't wearing
underpants."

   "And he's got a woodie," Beth added, laughing.

   I relaxed and laid back, now that the deed was done.  There was nothing
I could do at this point to cover myself, with Amber sitting on my chest
and Beth holding my ankles, both of them getting a good look.  "It wasn't
something you needed to know," I said.

   Then there was a stony silence.  Amber lifted herself off my chest and
Beth let go of my ankles.  I stood and, with difficulty becasue they were
saoking wet, pulled my pants up, stuffing my stiff cock inside with some
difficulty.  It was the center of their attention.

   "I think I better go home," Beth said finally.

   "Yeah.  Let's go in the house and dry off," Amber added.  "I'll see if
there's anything that'll fit you."

   The girls left me to turn off and stow the hose.  My clothes still
dripping,If you've ever tried to put on a pair of wet jeans then you'll
understand why I chose to sit bare-assed in one of the patio chairs to
assess the situation.  I realized I was developing an attraction to Beth
and both she and Amber were promoting it.  If Amber hadn't been my own
daughter, I could have an attraction to her, too.  But the Beth situation
confronted me.  It was one of those things where you really want something
you can't have.  I remember candy bins at the local discount store where
perhaps a hundred pounds of candy would be piled in a bin at the front of
the store.  It was there for the taking.  The store, of course, would
prefer that you paid for it but I never seemed to have any allowance money
in my pocket when my mom and I would go there.  They were out in the open,
visible from the check-out counters and, I supposed, from the security
cameras and any employees walking around.  I never took any.

   But this candy was teen pussy, something I hadn't had since I myself was
a teen.  Fortunately, a friend of my mom's had taken my cherry so I pretty
much knew what to do the first time I got into a girl's pants out on north
7th late one night.  I still remember how tight and hot and juicy it was. I
slipped in effortlessly but then it held me tightly and massaged my
sensitive cock as I stroked slowly in and out.  Fortunately, she wasn't a
virgin, either.  I'd still never had a virgin and was quietly happy that I
had never been the one responsible for taking a girl's cherry.  Never any
guilt.

   Amber's bedroom opened out onto the patio.  The shades were drawn but
the windows were open and I could hear them talking in low tones and
giggling periodically.  I couldn't understand what they were saying but I
was pretty sure it involved me.

   Amber came back out into the yard after about 20 minutes.  "Where's
Beth," I asked.

   "She went home," Amber answered.  Then, "Dad, can we talk?"

   "Sure, sweetie.  Any time."

   "Well, umm...I'm sorry about what we did."

   "Don't worry about it.  You just went a little too far without knowing
what might might happen."

   "Yeah, sorta." She sat there for a while, thinking.  I figured the 'Can
we talk' involved more than just 'I'm sorry.' Then she continued.  "Beth
and I have never seen a real one, you know."

   "Penis?"

   "Yeah.  Well, we saw a couple in magazines but never in real life."

   "I see.  So, where did you see the pictures?  I don't keep magazines
like that in the house."

   "One of my girlfriends swiped 'em from her dad."

   "Ok.."

   "Well, it's kinda cool, actually."

   "Seeing my penis?"

   "Yeah.  You know I told you that Beth likes you a lot."

   "Yes, you did."

   "Well...umm...  seeing your ...  umm..."

   "Let's call it my 'dick.' No one uses 'penis.' What do the girls call
it?"

   "They say 'dick.'"

   "Ok.  You're old enough we can can talk about stuff like that."

   "Really?  You don't mind?"

   "Right.  I don't mind.  Besides, with mom being gone, you need somebody
older to talk to about stuff and I want to be the one.  So, what's this
about Beth?"

   "Well, she got all excited.  I mean she said she started thinking sex
and stuff."

   "That's understandable.  I suppose that's why girls aren't supposed to
see their dads or their friends' dads naked."

   "Well, she already told me she wanted to do it with you and now she
really wants to."

   "So, what did you say to her?"

   "At first I thought it was totally gross but she said her friend Nika
told her it was a lot of fun to ...  you know ...  make out."

   "You mean have sex?"

   "Yeah."

   "It's a big step for a girl."

   "Yeah.  We've never done it."

   "I'm glad to hear that."

   "It's not that we wouldn't like to but it's really scary -- you know,
about getting pregnant and all."

   "That's not all that can happen."

   "You mean disease?  We had that in school."

   "Yes, disease.  But there's also the psychological effects.  Girls take
sex more seriously than guys do and they're hurt if they have sex with a
guy and he doesn't want to go steady."

   "Yeah.  My friend says her bf dumped her right after they had sex and
then told everyone they did it and now everyone calls her a slut."

   "Right.  A lot of guys just like to sleep around and brag to their
friends."

   "So Beth said she didn't ever want to do it with anyone from school."
There was a large hole in the conversation right then.  I knew there was
more on her mind but wanted to let her go at whatever pace and in whatever
direction was comfortable for her.

   "Does it hurt?" she said at last.

   "Having sex?"

   "Yeah."

   "Sometimes.  If you mean the first time, some girls say it hurts, others
don't.  It depends on a couple of things.  First is if her hyman is intact
and second is if her partner is gentle or not.

   "One girl said it hurt like crazy."

   "It might have.  If a girl's hyman is intact and she's very nervous and
her partner is thinking more about himself than about her and if it's his
first time, too, it could be a major downer."

   "Yeah.  So Beth says she wants to do it with an older guy who knows what
he's doing and will be gentle with her and not hurt her and not tell
everybody she did it."

   "That makes sense."

   "She wants to do it with you, Daddy."

   "I thought that's where this was was going."

   "You don't have to if you don't want to."

   "That's not the point.  The problem is that she's 14 and I'm 33.

   "Nobody would know."

   "It's jail time for me if I did something like that and anybody ever
found out -- a teacher, her parents -- anybody.

   "Daddy, I know that.  Geez, gimme some credit here.  And she doesn't
want you to wear a condom, either."

   "Why not?"

   "Her -- our -- gf Nika says it's a lot better that way.  She says a
condom is harder to get inside 'cause it's, like, rubber and all.  So Beth
says she can time it so you do it during her 'safe' time."

   "She doesn't need to worry about that.  I had a vasectomy right after
you were born.  Your mom said one kid was enough for her."

   Holy mackerel!  Here I was talking more or less off-handedly about
screwing my daughter's 14 year-old girlfriend.  I should have been
righteous and indignant that the girls could even imagine such a thing. 
Instead, I was discussing it cooly and candidly with my daughter.  This was
sick!  This was perverted!  This was exciting!

   "So you're ok with it?"

   "I'll think about," I said.  I really didn't know what I'd do and that
was the end of it for a few days.  The following week Amber asked if it was
ok for her to go to a sleepover at the home of another of the cheerleaders
after the game Friday afternoon.  She usually stayed at school on Fridays
to watch the varsity game that evening -- and the Varsity cheerleaders. 
She assured me that there would be parental supervision at the sleepover,
so I agreed.  Then she said that Beth wouldn't be there because she had a
date with "an older guy" that evening

   "She found somebody?" I asked.

   "Yeah," said Amber.  "You."

   "Jesus Christ, sweetie!  I didn't say I do it!"

   "Yes you did."

   "No, sweetie.  I said I'd think about it."

   "Well, that's the same thing."

   "No it isn't."

   "Well, whatever," she said with a great sigh, pretty much tossing it
off.

   "So you've gotta tell her," I said.

   "You mean you won't do it?  Shit, daddy..."

   "Don't talk like that, young lady."

   "You talk like that all the time."

   "Perhaps, but it's not nice and neither of us should use that word."

   "But you need to do it, Daddy.  Beth really needs this and I told her
you would."

   "Jesus, honey..." I said.  I'd been thinking about it ever since Amber
and I had the first conversation.  My mind bounced back and forth between
'How I'd like to have that tight little body rubbing against me' and
'You'll rot in jail if you ever so much as touch her.'

   "Maybe you don't know it yet, sweetie, but men my age and older
fantasize about being with a girl her age and doing stuff.  But it
shouldn't ever get beyond being a fantasy.  Even if it's her idea it's not
right -- well, it's not legal, anyway -- for a guy my age to even touch
her."

   "I know, Daddy.  But she really wants to do it and not with some guy at
school who'll tell all his friends.  She wants her first time to be special
and not in the back seat of a car.  She wants a real bed and a real guy who
knows how to make her feel like a woman.  It's important, Daddy.  She says
it's all she thinks about these days -- being with you."

   "This is pretty heavy stuff you're laying on me, sweetie."

   "I know, Daddy.  She says she'll do anything you want.  She just wants
to know how it's supposed to feel like.  She says it'll be a night she'll
remember all her life -- the night she goes from girl to woman and she
wants to do it with you.  Nobody else."

   'She'll do anything you want' went round and round in my head.  Amber
was saying all the right things.  The risk- reward balanced tipped heavily
toward reward.  My fantasies about Beth had never gone beyond a little
licking and sucking and perhaps some plain-vanilla, missionary-position
sex. Now I could see her lips tight around my cock, my mouth between her
legs slurping her juices.  I could almost taste her right now, sitting here
talking with Amber.  The saliva began to come; I felt the giddiness that
accompanies sexual excitement.  The endorfins were taking over my body.

   "Nobody can know," I said at last.

   "Just you and me and Beth," she answered confidently.  "I promise."

   "You can't tell your girlfriends -- not even one."

   "I won't, Daddy."

   "Do you trust Beth to keep it quiet, too?" I asked.

   "She won't tell anyone."

   "You've told her that?"

   "Yeah.  We talked about how you could go to jail and I'd end up in a
foster home or orphanage or something."

   "Ok.  So, has she told you what she's done with boys already?"

   "Yeah.  We talk about everything."

   "And...?"

   "Ummm...  well she's kissed lots of boys and...ummm....let a couple
guys....feel her up."

   "Has she gone any further with anyone?"

   "Not with boys."

   "What do you mean, 'Not with boys?'"

   "Well...ummm...this is kinda personal, Daddy."

   "You mean you and Beth have done stuff?"

   "Ummm....yeah."

   "What kind of stuff?"

   "Well, we kind get naked sometimes and rub ourselves."

   "You watch each other."

   "Yeah," Amber said, blushing.

   "Do you help each other?"

   "Sometimes," she answered, looking away.  Amber was becoming more and
more embarassed as she revealed more about herself.

   "What do you do?"

   "Well," she said hesitantly, "sometimes we rub each others' boobs."

   "Do you rub her 'down there?'"

   "No.  Just the boobies."

   "Do you suck them?"

   "Ummm...sometimes.  Geez, Daddy.  Why are you asking me all this?"

   "Well, sweetie, with a girl who has no -- or very little -- experience,
it's important not to go too fast or gross her out with something she's not
ready for."

   "You won't gross her out, Daddy.  We've seen stuff in magazines so we
know what people do and Beth wants to do everything."

   "Oh, my god," I thought to myself.  This is teen pussy on a platter! 
"So, what's the drill, I asked."

   "Ok, so here's what we do," she said in a conspiratorial whisper.  "I
come home after the game on Friday so I can shower and get my stuff
together.  Then I go to the sleepover and after -- sometime -- Beth comes
over here.  She'll tell the girls she had to do something with her family
that night." Then she added with a wink, "But she'll be doing something
with you, right, Daddy?"

   "Ok," I said.  "Here's what I propose.  A girl's first time should be
perfect.  It almost never is but I'll try to make it so for Beth, ok?"

   "Yes, Daddy."

   "So, after you leave for the sleepover, Beth will come here and I'll
have a nice dinner ready -- candlelight and cloth napkins.  Then we'll go
into the den and talk for a while until I'm convinced it'll be ok to go on.
After I'm sure, we'll go to the bedroom, where I'll have special satin
sheets on the bed and I'll light candles all around the room.  I'll make it
as romantic as I can.  Does that sound ok?"

   "Wow!  Sure does.  She'll freak out and rip your clothes off."

   "That's the idea.  A good lover will always keep a woman just a little
more anxious than he is -- or seems to be."

   "God, Daddy, that's perfect.  She'll love it!"

   "Good.  That's the way it should be.  Guys are ready for sex at the drop
of a hat but women need romance and need to feel desired and beautiful in a
guy's eyes before they're ready.  Tell her to get here around 6pm and I'll
have everything ready."

   "Oh, Daddy, that's super.  You're totally cool." She threw her arms
around me and planted a lingering kiss on my mouth.  Not very daughterly
but a great kiss.  It made me wonder where she learned to kiss like that.
"I gotta go tell Beth," she said as she turned and dashed out of the room.

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   I had three days to stew about my decision.  I also had three days to
imagine being with her.  The tricky part, I reasoned, was knowing how fast
to go with her, what she would want to do or have me do, what I wanted her
to do.  Getting in her pants was not an issue.  Wondering if she would suck
dick and let me suck her titties and eat her pussy were.  During those
three days I planned the menu, what I would wear, what music I would have
in the background.  I decided to get a prepackaged lasagna and some lettuce
and bottled caesar dressing, some vanilla ice cream and strawberry topping.
Dinner needed to be special for her but simple for me.

   I didn't have satin sheets but I'd always wanted some and this was the
perfect excuse to splurge.  I had slept on satin only once, during my
honeymoon, and they are unforgettable -- hot bodies sliding and slipping
around on cool sheets, smooth skin rubbing smooth skin.  This would be an
adventure for me, too.  God, it's been so long since I've had a long, slow
satisfying fuck!  Thankfully, the internet saved me a lot of running
around. I checked four stores before finding one that carried satin sheets.

   I started to get very nervous when Friday arrived.  Amber had told me
that Beth was anxious and ecstatic about Friday night.  Apparently, she too
had a long list of things she wanted to be perfect.  Amber told me Beth had
asked about nightgowns and whether I wanted her to shave her pussy when she
shaved her legs.  She said she wanted to be "just what I wanted." Christ! I
think she would have come gift-wrapped with a big red bow if I had asked.

   I decided I wasn't going to offer Beth any alcohol.  I wanted her bright
and alert and, besides, I was already breaking enough laws to put me away
for years to come.  Iced tea would be fine.  I bought long white tapers for
the table and a dozen thick stubby red candles for the bedroom.  I brought
home a small bouquet of flowers as a centerpiece.  A white linen
tablecloth, white-on-white plates and good stainless steel flatware
completed the picture.

   I showered late in the afternoon, scrubbing every little crevice
carefully.  No sweaty man-odor tonight.  I put on dress slacks, an
oxford-cloth dress shirt and casual loafers, well-polished.  I'm ok-looking
but not male-model quality.  Nonetheless, I wanted to be as appetizing as
possible.  A really close shave and little aftershave lotion and I was
ready to go -- by 5 p.m.

   I picked Amber up at her school a little after 5 p.m..  She thought I
looked terrific.  That helped.  She had her overnight stuff already packed
at home and just took a minute to run into the house to retrieve it. 
Winking as she climbed back into the car, she said the fancy table looked
like "bait" in front of the lion's den.  I took that as a compliment.  She
was giggly and effervescent.  It was obvious she was deriving great
enjoyment from this plot to relieve Beth of her cherry.

   She kissed me before exiting the car when I dropped her off at her
friend's house..  I was already feeling little quivers of excitement. 
Maybe this was going to work out, I thought as I drove toward home.  Now I
was forced to wait for Beth in a state of both dread and excitement.  How
should I act?  Should I kiss her when she arrived?  Should I shake her
hand? Should I just play the gracious gentleman?

   My worrying was ended when she just breezed by me with a "Hi, Mr. 
Philips" when I answered her knock at the door.  "I told my parents," she
continued, "that I was at Sarah's house with the other cheerleaders. 
That';s why I brought this bag." She hefted a canvas gym bag as she spoke.
"Oh, wow!  Look at the nice table.  Geez, Mr Philips, hamburgers on paper
plated would have been fine with me." She was wearing one of the shortes
mini-skirts I've ever seen -- a pale blue -- and a blouse that was
custom-fitted a size or two too small for her.  I couldn't see any sign of
a bra.

   "Not tonight, Beth.  This is a special night for you and I want to keep
it special -- and memorable."

   "Thanks, Mr Philips."

   "Would you like something to drink?" I asked.

   "You mean like beer, Mr Philips?"

   "No.  I mean like a soda."

   "Oh.  Oh, ok."

   "Have a seat.  I'll be right back." I went to the kitchen and poured two
colas into glasses with ice.

   Beth was sitting in the middle of the sofa when I returned.  Decision
time.  It would be awkward later if I chose now to sit in an armchair and
awkward now if I sat next to her.  "Get it over with," I thought to myself.
"She's created the opening for me." I sat and handed the drink to her.

   There was a long pause as we sipped our drinks.  Finally, Beth turned to
me and said, "Amber thinks you're a super dad.

   "I'm glad to hear that."

   "She says she can talk to you about anything and you treat her like
she's grown up."

   "She IS grown up -- and I want to think you are, too, or I wouldn't be
here with you tonight."

   "You can relax with this, Mr Philips.  I'm totally cool with this."

   We talked about mostly nothing for a few minutes before I served dinner.
We talked about mostly nothing during dinner as well, but I could feel my
own tension mounting as we finished dessert.  As I cleared the table I
leaned down and briefly kissed Beth's neck.  She reached back and stroked
my cheek.  "Should I change now, Mr.  Philips?"

   "Change?" I asked.

   "Yeah.  I brought something for...umm...  later"

   "That would be fine." She took her gym bag and disappeared into Beth's
room.  I went to my bedroom, removed my shoes, turned down the covers and
sat on the edge of the bed waiting.  My heart was racing.  I looked at the
bedside clock: 7:15.  I don't think I'd ever taken a date to bed that
early.

   I had decided to unbutton my shirt when Beth came into the room.  Ohhhhh
myyyy Godddd.  She was every guy's wet dream:- short blonde hair, a perfect
hard body, slim legs, perky boobs.  Her nightie was almost transparent and
her little breasts held the sheer fabric out from her body.  She posed for
me in the doorway, tilting her hips and reaching up to hold the door frame
with both hands.  The pose lifted the hem.  I looked at her crotch.  She
was shaved!  Other than the hair on her head, her eyebrows and lashes, I
couldn't seet a hair anywhere.

   "I bought this yesterday just for tonight," she said as she started
toward me.  "Let me do that for you," she added as she took over the
unbuttoning process.  I watched her fingers as she undid the buttons, one
by one.  When she finished, I lifted her chin and kissed her lips as softly
a I could, holding it for almost a minute."Whoa," she gasped.  "You really
know how to kiss, Mr.  Philips."

   "How about you call me Jim tonight?"

   "Cool.  Ok...Jim" She blushed.  "Can we do that some more?"

   "Sure, but why don't we do it in bed?"

   "Oh, wow," she said when she noticed the satin sheets.  "You thought of
everything.  Thank you for saying you'll do this." She stood on tiptoe and
kissed me.

   I dropped my trousers and removed my socks.  (I HATE the image of a guy
wearing socks to bed.  Reminds me of some old 1950s porno film with some
fat guy wearing black socks was rutting with a blonde babe in a girdle and
a 44-DD bra.  Yuck!)

   My hard cock was poking my shorts out as I followed Beth into the bed.
She lay on her back looking at me, her hands at her sides.  I lay on my
side, facing her, and began to brush the hair from her forehead.  I let my
fingers run softly along each eyebrow, then I leaned down to kiss her.  She
lay absolutely still but her lips responded and she let my tongue slip
between them.  She tasted wonderful, sweet.  She must have sucked on a mint
candy while in the bathroom.  Her hot tongue wrestled with mine as our kiss
went on and on.

   I raised back up and looked at her.  She had a gentle, mona-Lisa smile
now and her breasts rose and fell with heavy breathing.  Such beautiful
breasts fully visible through the almost-transparent fabric of her nightie:
small, firm creamy mounds topped with pink aureoles the size of quarters
and hard little nipples.  I bent down again, closed my lips on the near
nipple and tugged it softly.  Beth's hands went to the back of my head to
gently hold me there.  But the fabric of the nightie, sheer as it was,
lessened my enjoyment.  I whispered, "Sweetie, let's take this off."

   I tugged at the bottom hem of the nightie and Beth lifted her butt to
allow me to slide it upwards.  Then she sat up and lifted her arms as I
pulled it off over her head.  She lay back down, still smiling as she could
see in my eyes how I was enjoying the sight of her hard little body.There
were faint tan lines on her breasts where tiny triangles of a bikini top
kept small patches of her skin the palest possible white.  I looked down at
her crotch and saw a similar triangle just above the little slit between
her legs.  I also noticed that I had been wrong before; she was not shaved,
as I had thought.  Instead, a soft patch of fine, pale pussy hairs crowned
her mons.  Her hands had returned to her sides as she lay waiting.

   I leaned down again and once more took a nipple between my lips.  I
loved its rubbery texture as I tugged it softly.  My hand cupped her breast
and I opened my mouth, enveloping the aureole and using my tongue to play
with the nipple.  She sighed deeply, exhaling a long "uuuhhhhhhhh," and
reaching up behind my head once more to press my face against her breast.
Her fingers played with my hair as I began to kiss her body repeatedly,
slowly moving downward from breast to stomach to mons.  She lay absolutely
still.

   I reached down and prodded her to open her legs.  She complied without
hesitation and I moved down between them, kneeling.  I gave her slit, which
was opening slightly and showing a little pink, a brief lick.  Her body
tensed and relaxed as if hit with a brief surge of electricity as my tongue
hit her little pleasure button.  Her scent filled my nostrils -- sweet,
exotic and heavy, permeating the air between her legs.  I breathed deeply.

   I continued downward, kissing the fronts of her legs, her knees, shins,
ankles and toes.  I used my thumbs on the bottoms of her feet and toes,
massaging them briefly.  Then I kissed each toe, all ten, before working my
way northward again.  I pushed her legs wide apart as I reached her knees
to allow access to her inner thinghs.  I gave her little butterfly kisses
along each inner thigh.  Her hands guided my head, gently pulling me
higher. I knew what she wanted but I knew she would get even more pleasure
if I made her wait -- if I teased her before rewarding her.

   I kissed repeatedly high on each inner thigh, the area where the flesh
is softest and most sensitive.  I worked slowly higher until my lips were
at the junction where her leg met her body, finally licking along that
crease.  She was panting wildly now and groaning as she tugged at my head,
wanting resolution.  I resisted until she wailed, "PLEASE, MR.......JIM.  I
want you there."

   Her pussy was open now, puffy inner lips glistening.  I plunged my face
into the crevice, pulled there by her insistent hands.  MMMmmmmm.  How
sweet!  How redolent of musky female scent!  I inserted my tongue between
those soft, pink lips, down low, and drew it upwards slowly to the top and
to the stiff little button there.

   "AAAAAGGGHHHHHH," she cried as she drew her knees up and crushed my head
between her thighs.  Her fingers grabbed bunches of my hair and pulled my
face tightly against her sex.

   I tried to say, "Easy, sweetheart," but my voice was muffled by the soft
flesh of her pussy.  She slowly relaxed and I was able to continue my
gentle assault.  I began a series of long upward strokes with my tongue,
each ending with a little prod to her clit, and each ended with another
gasp of pleasure and a tightening of her grip on my hair.  Soon her hips
began to thrust upward as well, forcing my nose, mouth and chin into the
cleft as I tongued her.  She began to repeat, "Oh, yes," with every stroke.

   I reached up and found her breasts again as I continued to eat her
pussy. I rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger, which made her
even crazier.  She was humming now..."MMmmm....MMmmm...MMmmm" and her hips
were gyrating, grinding against my face.  And then she came.  She cried
out, "AAAAAAAHHHHH," and thrust her hips against my face with everything
she had, holding my head steady with a ferocious grip for about 10 seconds
before she slowly relaxed.

   I slowed my tongue-lashing, knowing how sensitive she must now be.  She
relaxed her hands and they fell back to her sides.  Her breathing evolved
into long, slow, deep sighs and she moved her feet back down until her
knees were once more on the bed.  I was now only kissing her pussy softly
and breathing in the sweet exotic scents it was producing.  My face was
smeared from nose to chin with her juices.

   I moved up to lie beside her.  She turned her head to me and giggled
quietly, "You're all wet and slimy," she said.  "You've got me all over
your face.  Sorry."

   "Don't feel sorry.  I love your smell and your taste and I hope to get
even more of it on my face later."

   "That was SOOOOOO good," she said in a relaxed whisper, "and we haven't
even fucked yet."

   "Sweetie," I whispered, "I want you to do for me what I just did for
you."

   "Why?  Can't we just fuck now?"

   "We can, and I think you're ready, but it's like this: I have a short
fuse and I don't think you'll be satisfied if I cum too soon.  So I usually
ask my partner to get me off orally first.  After I cum once, I can go for
a very long time."

   "You mean a blow job?" Her eyes got wide.

   "Yes."

   "I've never done that."

   "Have you seen pictures of it?"

   "Umm...yreah.  But can't we just fuck.  I really wanna know how it
feels...then we can do other stuff."

   It would be better if we wait."

   "Please, Mr...Jim.  PLEASE?  I wanna feel you inside me."

   "Ok, but it won't last long."

   "That's ok.  I just wanna feel your .....  umm...cock inside me."

   "Whatever you want sweetie."

   "...and I promise I'll give you a blow job later.  You can teach me."

   "That's a deal." I reached over to stroke her breast.  She closed her
eyes and I lightly rubbed the backs of my fingers across her nipple.  Then
I let my hand slide downward into the V between her legs.  She opened for
me.

   "I like that," she said quietly as I dipped my middle finger into her
still-sloppy-wet pussy.  I curled it upwards and pressed it in and down as
far as I could.  There was no sign of a hymen, only the soft corrugations
of her pussy walls.  I began an in and out motion, causing her pussy
muscles to tighten down on my finger from time to time.  Her lips were
pursed into a little "O" as she puffed in nd out.  "Whooo...whooo...whooo."
Then she would growl, "Yeah, yeah" before the puffing resumed.

   Beth's hips began to rise to meet my hand.  I continued my stroking as I
leaned down to suck on a nipple.  She went wild.  "Do it, Mr Philips!  Do
it!"

   "Are you ready?" I asked, lifting up.  I could see a sheen on her
forehead, her face was flushed and her eyes had lost focus.

   "Oh, God, yes.  Do it now.  Put it in me.  Pleassssse.  Now!  Please."

   My cock was rock-hard and throbbing.  I was more than ready.  I removed
my finger from her pussy, positioned myself between her legs, supporting
myself on my arms.  I moved forward enough to be able to lubricate the tip
of my cock with her copious juices, rubbing the tip up and down between her
pussy lips.  I noted how fat her inner lips were -- waiting for their first
cock to slide between them.

   Each time I rubbed her with my cock I pushed it a little deeper, plowing
down into her warm, wet crease and rubbing against her clit.  Soon the tip
caught the entrance to her vagina and slipped it about an inch.  It was
soft and tight and hot.  She groaned as she felt it enter her.

   I pushed a little deeper and Beth sucked in a giant breath of air
through those pursed lips, almost whistling.  The channel was extremely
tight as my cock forged its way deeper, bit by bit.  Her pussy was clenched
around my cock, guarding the entrance, pulling my foreskin back.  It was
painful.  I withdrew a little, keeping the head between those lips. 
"Oooff," she breathed as she felt me pull back and then "Yeah," as I pushed
back in.  God, she was tight!  I was pushing hard now to go deeper.  My
cock was in perhaps three inches and her pussy was clamped down around it,
being stretched for the first time ever by the girth of my cock.  But Beth
had her hands on my hips now, pulling me sometimes, slowing me back as I
went deeper.

   I was making very slow, shallow in and out strokes, my cock now half in.
But the stimulation from the soft, hot, wavy walls of her pussy was quickly
driving me to the edge and before I knew it I felt the first spurt of cum
erupt into her.  "Oh, shit," I said.

   "What's wrong?" she asked, eyes wide.

   "I just came."

   "Already?"

   "Yeah," I said as I pressed forward again and another load shot into
her.

   "I can feel it," she answered.

   I couldn't move.  I was too sensitive.  I stopped, halfway in, my cock
trapped by her velvet vice, aimlessly spurting it's load into her.

   "Wow," she said.  "I can feel it moving in there.  Feels good.  But is
that all there is?  Is it always so quick?

   "No, sweetie.  It's just my hair trigger, like I explained."

   "Oh.  So sometimes you can make it last longer?"

   "Yeah.  After I cum once and then wait ten minutes I can last a lot
longer.  I wanted your first time to be better than this."

   "It felt good," she said, smiling.

   I was still in her -- halfway -- but softening.  I lifted my hips and my
cock popped out.  I rolled onto my back beside her and let myself relax. 
Beth rolled onto her side and kissed my cheek.  "Can we do it again?" she
whispered.

   "I'd like that, if you're willing.  I'd like to show you how good it can
be.  Let's rest a little first."

   "Ok," she said.

   We scrunched around until our feet were under the covers, then pulled
the sheets up over us.  Beth cuddled up to me, on her side.  In a few
minutes I felt her hand on my soft cock.  "It's not ready yet, is it?"

   "Not yet.  But if you keep playing with it it will be soon."

   "I liked it when it was inside me," she said quietly.  "I liked your
finger, too, but your...umm...dick was better."

   "I only got it halfway in."

   "Oh, wow."

   "When we do it again, see if you can relax yourself down there.  You're
really tight."

   "I'll try, but it feels so good it just does that by itself.  I wasn't
trying to make it tight."

   "I know, sweetie.  It's all part of what you're learning tonight." She
continued to fondle my cock and balls as we talked.  Soon, we both felt the
first stirring.

   "It's getting hard again," she said.

   "Yeah.  Now I want you to do what I asked before."

   "You mean suck it?"

   "Yes."

   "I've never done that before."

   "It's easy.  Image that your mouth is like your pussy.  Use your lips
and tongue but keep your teeth out of the way." She sat up with her legs
crossed under her and studied my cock for a few seconds before leaning down
and licking the tip tentatively.  She looked back at me and smiled.

   "It tastes ok," she said.  Then she leaned down again and took the whole
head into her mouth.

   "Suck," I commanded.  She did.  "Now rub your tongue along the
underside. Yes.  Back and forth like that." She was being cautios and
looking up and down, first at me and then at my cock again as she started
to suck me off.  "Move your head up and down," I added.

   Never removing her lips from my cock, she wrinkled her brow and looked
at me, not quite understanding what she should do, so I put my hand on the
back of her head and pushed it down.  She got the idea and soon began a
rythmic bobbing and sucking.  She was terrific -- particularly for a
first-timer.

   My cock stiffened as she blew me.  I reached between her legs and used
my thumb on her clit tyo get her going while she stroked me.  It wasn't
long before I was ready so I pulled her down by the arm to lie next to me.
Once more, I slid down between her legs and licked her pussy until I was
sure the juices were flowing freely.

   I mounted her gently, again rubbing the head of my dick between her
pussy lips to moisten it with her lubrication.  Again, she had her hands on
my hips to guide me and set the pace.  Her eyes were focussed on me as she
concentrated on what we were doing.  Supporting myself on one arm, I
reached down to guide my cock deeper until it found her opening.  She was
sloppy wet by this time and her hands were pulling me and forcing my cock
into her.

   This time, I gritted my teeth and thrust hard, impaling her with the
full length of my cock.  I'm not big -- maybe 7 inches -- but she had never
had anything this size down that deep.  She let out an "Ooofff," as I
bottomed out in her.  I held still, our pelvises together, and lowered
myself to kiss her gently.

   "You ok," I asked.

   "Yeah," she answered.  "You scared me when you went in so fast but it
feels good." Just then her pussy clamped down on my cock and I felt
pleasure there like I haven't felt in years.  She relaxed and I started my
partial withdrawal -- to the point where only the head of my cock remained
at the entrance to her vagina.

   My next thrust was much slower; I wanted to feel the convoluted walls of
her pussy massaging my cockhead as it drilled down once more.  Slow is
better.  Slow is excruciating when you're fucking a tight pussy.  Slow is
wonderful!

   Beth kept her hands on my hips, ready to push me away if I did something
wrong.  I rode her for 15 minutes in a slowly-increasing tempo.  I was
leaning on my elbows, my chest pressed against hers, my hips rising and
falling rythmically.  She had her mouth open as she gasped each breath,
eyes glassy and half open, hands guiding my hips, her hips now pushing
upward against mine on every downstroke.  We were moving in unison, both
enjoying the feeling of the other's body, coupled together.

   She was wet, like most young girls are, her pussy gushing the
lubricating fluids around my cock and making squishing sounds as I pumped
her full of my meat.  Now she had my butt cheeks clenched in her fists,
pulling me, driving me deeper.

   After the first five minutes of gentle stroking in and out our pace
increasing bit by bit,, Beth suddenly cried, "Unnnggghhhh," and thrust up
to me, her head thrown back, eyes closed.  I held steady for a few seconds
as her orgasm engulfed her, then resumed carefully, each mini-stroke moving
only a few millimeters, as I knew how sensitive she must be.  Beads of
perspiration appeared on her brow.  Her hands had fallen to her sides and,
at first, she lay motionless as I inched slowly in and out of her wet and
swollen pussy.  She made no sound except for her breathing.  As she
recovered from her orgasm, her hands again went to my back, resting softly
there.  Her breathing began to whisper,"hhuhh, hhuhh, hhuhh," her body
responding once more to the sublime, all-engulfing pleasure of my cock
moving slowly inside her.

   Her enjoyment continued to rise.  Soon her fingernails began to dig into
my back once more.  Her hips were more insistent, trying to increase the
pace of our coupling.  She held me tightly, seemingly wanting to weld our
two bodies together.  She wrapped her legs around mine, locking her ankles
together and pulling me into her.  Faster and faster; deeper and deeper.

   She was taking all of me with no trouble and soon her second orgasm was
louder and more vocal than the first.  "Oh my God!" she screamed, a little
louder than I wanted.  (The neighbors were home.) Her fingernails dug into
my back as she came.  I was afraid she might be drawing blood this time. 
"Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhh," she wailed.  "OH, FUCK," she cried "I'M
CUMMMMINNNNNGGGG." She was repeating, "Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!" Then she
pulled my face down to hers and kissed me hard.  Her legs relaxed, she
loosened her grip on my back and then slumped, exhausted, down into the
bed. With one huge sigh she went into a state of total repose, her eyes
open but unfocused, her mouth open, breathing deeply, her face flushed and
glistening with perspiration.

   Our hips were still joined, my cock still buried in her.  I lowered
myself onto her, supporting myself on my elbows and knees.  She was a rag
doll under me.  We lay that way for perhaps a minute, as her breathing
slowed.  I still hadn't cum so I tried to resume but Beth had had enough.

   "No more....please," she said weakly.  "I can't do it any more.  I lay
still, still fully inserted, our bodies stacked one upon the other.  I
kissed her softly.

   "That was just awesome," she said after a moment.  "But you didn't cum
this time."

   "No."

   "That's not fair!  You do all the work and I get all the pleasure."

   "Don't worry, little lady, I got plenty of pleasure."

   "But you didn't cum.  Don't you like to cum?  Does it feel as good for a
guy as it does for a girl?"

   "I don't know how it feels to a girl but, if your reaction a few minutes
ago was any indication, it must feel great.  And it feels great to a guy,
too.  I don't know of anything better."

   "Don't you want to cum?" she asked again, furrowing her brow and
showinggenuine concern.

   "Of course I want to cum, sweetie, but sometimes it just doesn't
happen."

   "Did I do something wrong?"

   "No, baby.  You didn't do anything wrong.  The so-called simultaneous
orgasm doesn't happen all the time.  Couples who have had sex many times
can learn to pace themselves and their partners so they can cum together.
It's a wonderful experience because the girl's vagina is clenching the
guy's cock and his cock is throbbing, which feels even better to the girl."

   "I'd like to do that."

   "You will -- someday."

   "No.  I mean I'd like to do that with you, now."

   "It's not something you can just do."

   "Well, I'd like to try."

   "Sweetie, you've just had sex for the first time and you run the risk of
being really sore if you don't take it easy."

   "Well, how often are we gonna have the chance to do this?  I mean, I
can't just come over here and do it with you any time I want." I was still
lying on top of her.  She didn't seem uncomfortable as I had most of my
weight on my elbows.  I felt my cock shrinking after a couple minutes of
inaction.

   She smiled.  "You're slipping out," she said.

   "Yeah.  It happens."

   "Can't you stay all hard?  I like how it feels inside me."

   "Sorry, sweetie.  That's the way it works."

   "What can I do to get it hard again?"

   "You can make it hard again but I don't tink we should have sex again so
soon.  I'm worried about how you'll feel tomorrow."

   "That's ok but I wanna make you cum."

   "It's ok."

   "No, it's NOT ok.  It's YOUR turn!"

   "Well....how would you feel about using your mouth?"

   "Oh," she said quietly.  "A blowjob."

   "I guess that's out, huh."

   "No...I mean...  umm...  I just never did that before."

   "It's ok.  You don't have to."

   "No!  I want to...I mean...  it's ok with me."

   My cock had continued to shrink.  It chose this exact moment to pop out
of Beth's pussy.  More like squirt out, actually as her pussy contracted
and squeezed it out.  I rolled onto my side and Beth giggled at the
completely unfamiliar situation.  She sat up.

   "Look at it," she exclaimed.  "It's all tiny."

   She was right, of course.  My manhood, my "me" was all shriveled and
slimy with a combination of her lubricants and my sperm.  No man wants a
woman, let alone a sexy 14 year-old girl, to see him in this state of
inadequacy.  But she let me off the hook.

   "It's kinda cute, though." She reached down and took hold of it with her
thumb and first two fingers.  It was too small at the moment to grasp with
her whole hand.  She started to play with it, stroking it, fondling it like
a toy.  Then she sat up and looked at it more closely.  I rolled onto my
back and let her do whatever she wanted.  I could almost hear her thinking.

   Finally, she scooted down, leaned down low and carefully tasted the tip.
Licking and smacking her lips, she said, "It's ok.  I can taste me on it. I
taste kinda good."

   "Yes, you do."

   I was enjoying her touch and so was my cock, which was growing in her
hand.  She wrapped her fingers around it and started to stroke it slowly.
"That feels nice, honey," I said.  She smiled and continued for a few
moments.

   "What do I do?" she asked.

   "You put it in your mouth and suck it." She pondered that for a bit
before lowering her head and slowly engulfing it.  The effect was
electrical.  It had been almost a year since I had a woman's mouth on my
cock.  I shuddered as I felt the warm wetness, the soft rubbing of a tongue
against the glans.  Beth was a natural.  Either that or she was spoofing me
about not knowing.  I watched her as her cheeks caved in while she sucked.
She started almost immediately to bob her head, her lips and tongue
stroking me gently.

   "That's perfect, sweetie.  Just keep doing what you're doing now."

   She lifted her head off me and asked, "What do I do when
you..umm....cum?"

   "You have two choices.  You can take it out of your mouth and just use
your hand.  The cum will spurt all over me, you and the bed.  Or you can
sontinue to suck and swallow it as it comes out.  It doesn't taste bad;
just a little salty."

   "Which is better?  Which do you want?" she asked, looking up at me, her
hand never slowing it's rythmic stroking.

   "I prefer that you swallow.  Just like a woman, a guy is most sensitive
during his orgasm and the sensation of a woman continuing to suck while he
cums is extraordinary.  You don't have to, particularly since you say it's
your first time but, if you can manage it, I sure would prefer you do it
that way."

   "Ok," is all she said before leaning back down to resume her sucking.

   My sensitivity was already heightened but the thought of her mouth
drawing my cum out was getting me close already.  She was siilent, except
for the sounds of her increasingly deep breathing through her nostrils. 
Periodically, she would look up into my eyes, wanting confirmation I guess,
that she was doing it the way I wanted.

   It wasn't long before I felt the first stirring in my balls.  "Sweetie,"
I told her, "I'm getting close."

   She grunted, "Mmmghh hhnngg" but never slowed her pace.  She was almost
snorting now with heavy, rapid breathing while she pumped and sucked.

   "When I cum, sweetie, it'll come out in four or five spurts.  Make sure
you swallow the first one right away.  Don't wait to taste t or anything
because there'll be another right behind it.  Swallow fast and be ready for
the second spurt.  Swallow that one right away, too.  After the first three
or so there won't be as much but if you don't swallow the first couple your
mouth will get full and you'll choke."

   "MMmmmff hhmmnngh." She sucked harder and increased her pace.  I think
she could sense I was close.

   "When I tell you I'm about to cum, pull back so just the head is in your
mouth.  Try to cover the tip with your tongue so my sperm doesn't hit the
back of your throat.  Ok?"

   "Mmmfff."

   "Getting close," I said as I felt the liquid boiling upward.  "Keep
stroking.  Ready.......  NOW!" I erupted into her mouth.  She made one more
snort and gulped, her eyes wide.  She took the second blast equally well,
gulping it down as it filled her mouth.  Two or three less intensive spurts
came and were swallowed before she slowed and took my cock out of her
mouth. I was in ecstacy.  The coninuous sucking and soft friction of her
tongue while I came made my legs tremble and my toes curl.  For me, a good
blowjob is equal in every way to a vaginal orgasm.

   Beth studied my cock and the remaining cum that drooled over her
fingers. She swooped down on it.  licking it from her hand and swishing it
around in her mouth.  "Tastes good," she said with a smile.  "Was I ok?"

   "You were perfect, sweetie.  That was the best, the greatest,
A-number-one blowjob ever."

   "Really?"

   "Really."

   She was milking the last few drops of cum from me.  Each dribble was
licked off my cock, savored and swallowed.  I had meant what I said to her.
This was the greatest, most sublime blowjob ever.  And it was made that way
by the sight and sound of a petite 14 year-old girl laboring with the sole
purpose of making me happy, using her mouth and hands.to pleasure me.

   "Good," she said.  "My jaw was getting kinda sore." Then she added, "It
tasted good, though.  I kinda liked it."

   She scooted up on me, sliding her body against mine; rubbing her titties
against my stomach and chest and my cock against her stomach.  She moved up
until my cock was between her legs, the shaft resting on the V of her
pussy. "I like it there," she said.

   "I like it there, too," I agreed.  "But I like it best when it's inside
you."

   "Me, too." She lay her head down against my neck and relaxed.  Her body
slowly went limp and it wasn't long before she was asleep on top of me.  I
listened to her soft breathing for several minutes before I too dozed off.

   It must have been an hour before I felt Beth stirring.  She noticed that
I had opened my eyes.  "This can't be comfortable for you," she whispered.
It wasn't really comfortable but it wasn't uncomfortable, either.  I liked
the feel of her soft body against mine.  I liked how her breasts poked into
my chest.  I liked the feel of having my cock wedged in between her legs.
She wasn't heavy but she was hot.  I mean to say she radiated heat and we
were slippery with perspiration where our bodies touched.

   Beth rolled to one side and off me.  "Eeek!"

   "What's wrong.?"

   "It's wet over here -- and cold."

   "That's from earlier.  Move over here next to me." So that's how we
spent the night together -- our bodies entwined on my half of the bed.  She
had one leg thrust in between mine, her head next to mine on the pillow and
her hand on my chest as I lay on my back.

   I don't think either of us moved all night because, when I awoke at
first light, I had the strange sensation of a hand gently holding my limp
cock.  I turned my head toward hers and found her eyes open.  "How's my
lover this morning?" I asked.

   "Great," she whispered back.  She stretched forward and kissed me
softly. Her hand was not moving -- just holding me.  But that was enough to
start the process.  My dick quivered and Beth giggled when she felt it.  "I
like holding it," she said.  "Before last night I had never even seen one
-- I mean in real life.  Now I just want to hold it...and do other stuff
with it, too."

   "What did you have in mind?"

   "Well, for starters, I want to suck it again.  You looked like you were
really enjoying it when I did it last night."

   "I was."

   "...and I want it inside me again."

   "That's nice to know."

   "But not right now.  I gotta pee something fierce.  Just a sec." With
that, she crawled over me to get out of bed on the dry side.  She could
crawl over me all day, as far as I was concerned..I loved that hard little
body with its soft skin rubbing against my naked body.

   She left the door to the bathroom open and I could hear the trickle as
she peed.  Then the rumble of the toilet paper being unrolled, a pause and
then the sound of the toilet flushing.  Soon she appeared in the doorway
and posed for me, holding the door posts and cocking her hip to one side,
still naked, of course.

   "You're beautiful," I said.

   "You think?" she asked as she strode toward me as if stalking her prey.

   "I know."

   "Well, I'm all yours." she said as she reached the bedside.  I reached
up to take her hand.  She looked me up and down and noticed that I was
becoming aroused again.

   "You're 'thingy' is alive again," she said, smiling brightly at me.  Her
hair was mussed and she had on no makeup but she was beautiful just the
same.  She reached down and took it in hand again, all the time looking
into my eyes.  "I think he wants some attention." She sat on the edge of
the bed and leaned down to kiss it.  She cradled it in her hands carefully,
as if it was a fragile object, and watched it grow.  "It's so cute," she
said, "when it's little but then it grows and it's AWESOME!"

   It WAS, in fact, becoming awesome as she held and manipuated it in her
hands.  She was watching the 'cute little 'thing' grow with the curiosity
anyone has at something new and mysterious.  "Wait a sec, sweetie.  I gotta
pee, too, and it's difficult to do that when it's hard."

   "Ok," she said, getting up so I could stand.  "I'll wait." She sat back
down on the bed while I went into the bathroom to relieve myself.  "I CAN
HEAR YOU" she shouted as I drained the night's accumulation.  I shook it
dry.  Then I ran water in the sink until it was warm, wet a washcloth and
wiped myself clean.  I wanted to make sure every experience she had this
night (or day, now) was positive.  I sprayed a little cologne under my
balls before padding back into the bedroom.  "What took you so long?" she
asked.

   "I wanted to make myself all tasty for you."

   "You're plenty tasty." Then she added, "And I like the 'special sauce,'
too." She rolled onto her side and patted the bed.  "Come play with me."

   I lay on my side facing her.  "Can we do it one more time before I have
to leave?" she asked.

   "If you're not too sore."

   "Sore?  I'm not too sore.  Well, a little bit but I want to feel you
inside me again.  That felt sooooo good.  Will you fuck me again?"

   Now what red-blooded man can resist an invitation like that?

   "I was hoping you'd ask," I replied.  I figured I had nothing more to
lose.  I was already going to jail if she blurted out to someone what we
had done last night.  The jail time isn't any longer for doing it twice, I
reasoned.  Nor was it any shorter if was she doing the seducing.  We
kissed, soft and lingering.  A lover's kiss, wet and hungry and anxious.  I
rubbed the backs of my knuckles across her nipples as they hardened.  She
reached down to take hold of my stiffening cock.

   I reached down, rubbing my fingertips into the little patch of soft hair
between her legs.  She threw one leg up over me so I could reach her
treasure and gasped as my finger curled downward across her clit and into
the soft recesses of her pussy.  "Mmmmmm," she cooed.  "Will you lick me
like you did last night?" she asked quietly?

   "Of course.  It's my hors d'oeuvre," I whispered back.  "The soup before
the main course."

   "I like both," she said.  She pulled my shoulders and rolled onto her
back, indicating she wanted me between her legs again.  I crawled into
position and centered myself but, before I touched her pussy again, I
started by softly kissing her inner thighs about halfway between her knees
and her abdomen.  "That tickles," she giggled, trying to pull be up to
where her legs joined.

   "Not so fast, young lady," I said between kisses.  "Don't be in such a
hurry.  Savor the process as well as the result."

   She brought her knees up and spread them wide for me.  The flesh of her
thighs became more and more tender as I worked higher and, apparently, more
and more sensitive.  She was breathing heavily, her hands resting lightly
on the back of my head as I gave the insides of her thighs little butterfly
kisses and dragged my fingertips up and down there in small circles, with
the lightest possible touch.

   I watched her pussy open slowly as she became more aroused.  The narrow
slit gave way to a pink furrow which, in turn, became a glossy soft
crevice. Slowly, the walls of this crevice became engorged and expanded to
become soft, wet pillows at the entrance to her womb.  She was almost
ready. No.  She WAS ready but I wanted to tease her, build the tension
within her, before satisfying her.

   She was reaching down, trying to grasp my cock as my mouth approaced her
pussy.  "Put it in," she said.  "Put it in," now begging.  "Put it in NOW!"
she demanded.

   "I will, babe, I will."

   "NOW!!  Oh, God, I want it now," she wailed.

   "Soon, sweetie, soon." Her fingers grabbed fistfuls of my hair as she
tried to pull my face over to her pussy.  Finally, I complied.  I opened my
mouth and clamped it over her gaping pussy and used my extended tongue to
make a single upward stroke from the very bottom of her chasm to the very
top and its little cherry crown.

   "Oooff," she gasped, holding my head tight against her pussy.

   I made a second stroke before locking my lips around her clit.  "Oooff,"
again.  Then I flicked her clit with my tongue and pulled it with my lips.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh," she cried with every flick of the tongue.  "Fuck me,
Mr....  Fuck me....PLEEEEEZZZZ!"

   "Here comes, baby," I whispered as she pulled me and I crawled upwards
until I felt the tip of my cock touch her pussy.  She quickly had my cock
in her hand to guide it into the channel.

   "Push it in," she commanded.  I pushed in a couple of inches.  Oh, man,
this girl was tight.  I could feel my foreskin being pulled back by her
vagina walls.

   "Relax, girl," I said.

   "I can't.  I want it in," she wailed.

   So I gritted my teeth, pushed hard and it popped in.  I felt the
muscular ring that had been blocking my entrance suddenly slide over the
head of my cock and down along the shaft.  She squeezed me.  Good, God.  It
was almost at the base of my cock.  I let myself down on her, holding my
hips steady.  I gave my cock a couple of pulses.  I'm not sure how it works
but I can make it throb by squeezing my butt together and tightening
everything I have down there.

   "Oooh.  I can feel it," she said.  Now her hands were on my shoulders
ready to push me away if need be.  "That's so cool.  Do it again." I did
and she giggled.  "Now fuck me," she said quietly.  No more begging or
demanding.  we were paired now, joined, coupled and her tone was different.

   I withdrew a couple of inches -- slowly.  "Whoooo," she said sotto voce
through pursed lips.

   "Too much?" I asked.

   "No.  Just right," she replied.  "But I'm very sensitive."

   "You're supposed to be," I said.

   "Keep going," she said.  So I started a very slow, very cautious in and
out movement, not moving more than an inch or two with each stroke.  She
was making those breathy "whooo" sounds with each slow thrust.  Her hands
moved to my back, just resting there.  She was lifting her hips to meet me
now, lifting with her feet and legs.

   I increased the speed and length of my strokes now, lifting until only
the tip was still inside her.  Her body would give a little start of fear
as she worried that I might withdraw completely.  Her hands went down to my
butt where she could push it down whenever it got too high.  The "whooo"
sounds became "unngghh" as I pounded deeper.  She was moving with me,
feeling the pace, responding sometimes, leading sometimes.  Faster and
faster.  "UNNGGHH.  UNNGGHH."

   "Please don't stop," she pleaded.  "Feels sooooo good.  Fuck me faster,
Jim.  Faster.  FASTER!  Oh my God.  I'm gonna cum, Jim.  I'm gonna cum."

   "Me, too." I told her.

   "Oh, oh, oh, oh.  Gonna cum." she gasped.  "So good."

   I could feel the churning in my balls as I pounded her.  We were going
to cum together.  I knew it.  She drew her knees up and crossed her legs
over my back, locking her ankles together."

   "Gonna cum, Jim.  Gonna cum.........NOWWWWWWW." Her legs and arms pulled
me down.  Geez, this girl was strong!  She wanted all of me and, by God,
she was gonna have all of me.  "Oh, shit, Jim, I'm cumming, she cried.

   Her wail of, "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh" ocurred at precisely the same moment as
mine.  We were in two-part harmony in the midst of our excruciating
pleasure together.  I unloaded into her as she opened the gates to me.  We
had each other in a death grip as we came together, wailing, crying,
gasping.  We lost all control as we locked our bodies together in mutual
orgasm.  Her womb was trying to drink all the juice it could and my cock
was trying to fill it in four giant squirts of my semen.

   We held one another tightly for thirty seconds or so before relaxing. 
Her butt came back down onto the bed and she straightened her legs.  I
leaned onto my elbows and let my body slump down onto her, keeping my cock
buried in her.  Her head was about neck-high to me.  I lifted up enough to
kiss her lips.  Her forehead was wet with sweat, her eyes glazed, her face
flushed, her breathing ragged.  But then so was mine, I supposed.

   After the kiss, we both relaxed, her under me and my cock still held in
her sweet, soft pussy.  I would make my cock pulse every so often and Beth
would giggle and do the same with her pussy.  It became a little game until
my cock had lost its stiffness.  But it still felt wonderful, encased in
her soft, warm tunnel.

   We had each given what the other wanted.  Now we lay exhausted and
deliriously happy with the pleasures we had received from a generous other.
I had expected Beth to take what I had and, being inexperienced, not give
back.  But she had already known that sex is about giving.  How, I have no
clue.  Her willingness to swallow my sperm because it pleased me more was
extraordinary, I thought.  The world is full of women who won't go down on
a man, let alone drink his effluent.  Beth knew instictively that by giving
she received much more than if she hadn't.  I would do anything now for her
pleasure.

   Suddenly, I heard the front door slam.  "Holy shit, it's Amber," I
gasped, yanking my soft cock from Beth's pussy and jumping out of bed. 
"Get into the bathroom or something," I told her in a panic.

   "Why?  She knows I'm here," Beth said.  "She knows what we've been
doing." She only moved to pull the covers up over herself.  I made for the
bathroom.  I needed to clean myself up anyway.

   I had just closed the bathroom door when I heard Amber enter the
bedroom. "Cool," she said to Beth.  "You did it, didn't you?" I couldn't
hear Beth's answer.  "You gotta tell me everything," she went on. 
"Everything."

   But that's another story.

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