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Disclaimer. I write stories for pleasure. Everything in my stories is
fiction. In no way do I condone the scenarios within the writings.
Rape, child endangerment, incest, and unwanted pregnancies are
subjects to be role-played between you and your significant other
only. Anybody actually carrying out this in real life, needs to see a
psychiatrist, or seek mental help from a qualified expert in mental
health immediately. I am always open to comments and constructive
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Ol' butterface 5
By trukin_fool

Not long after I'd finished eating breakfast, Karen came in, and told
me of their plans to go shopping as well.
I was already sporting a hardon, when I kissed her goodbye, and
watched the three leave. Even though I was nervous, I was looking
forward to having an in depth conversation with Linda.
I grabbed my coffee, and headed to her room.
The door was slightly ajar, so when I knocked, it opened widely.
Linda had been laying on the bed, writting in her diary.
"Are they gone?" She asked, jumping from the bed, to peer out her
window.
Seeing her family drive away, she turned and smiled widely.
"Now, about my dream last night." She said, approaching me.
As I became face to face with this sexy innocent looking girl, I began
to become nervous.
Linda escorted me to her bed, and sat me down, to continue her speech.
"Have you ever given any thought to sharing?" She asked.
"Sharing what?" I asked, knowing fullywell where this was going.
"Everything." She staedquickly. "You're already sharing your house,
your money, and your time with everyone. How about you share the
rest?"
"I ...I don't quite get your meaning." I said nervously.
"I know you like me, and even though I'm not really pretty, I'm a lot
prettier than Mom." She said, leaning in towards me, with a sultry
voice. "I've never done more than kiss a boy, until today, but I want
to learn everything."
"Do you realize what you're saying?" I asked, getting reassurance.
"I'm too old for you."
"You are too young for my Mom, but that didn't stop you." She agrued.
"Besides, who's going to teach me lovemaking, if you don't?"
"Like I said earlier, It's illegal, and what happens afterwards?" I
asked.
"Who knows, I might just fall more in love with you, and steal you
away from mom and the others." She whispered hoarsely. "And after
that, who knows. But first we have to see what happens."
Suddenly, she pushed me backwards onto the bed, and straddled my
waist.
Before I had a chance to fight her off, she laid a deep sensuous kiss
on my lips.
She was by no means an expert in kissing, but her enthusiasm was
extraordinary.
I felt her hips gyrating over my waist, and she soon slid down, so she
was rubbing her pussy directly over the bulge in my pants.
"Oh my goodness." Linda exclaimed breathlessly, breaking the kiss. "It
feels like your little friend likes me."
I knew it wasn't little, and it wasn't really a friend of mine, I
thought to myself. It acted without conscience, and it could soon lead
me into big trouble, if I allowed it to. Just within the last month
alone, it had turned me into something different and less appealing,
than what I usually was.
Linda noticed the conflict in my eyes, and tried to alleviate my
concern.
"I won't tell anyone. Honestly, I won't." She whispered. "I can keep
our secret between us."
I knew that normally women weren't usually as apt to brag, but I still
needed an edge, to ensure she would keep her mouth shut.
"Normally, I don't like the idea of keeping secrets, from family
memebrs." I lied. "It can only lead to trouble."
Linda was in a bad way, needing love and attention. Her head cocked as
she thought a moment, before speaking again.
"I've kept other secrets." She said pointedly. "Wanna hear them?"
"M ...maybe that's not a good idea." I said, quickly gaining strength
enough to toss her off of me, and onto the bed. I then stood and
straightened myself out.
"Did you know Grandma dated a black man?" She asked, hoping to
recapture my attention.
I was stunned at her words.
"I seriously doubt that." I said, rearranging my cock, from its
unpleasant twisted position. "Besides. What's wrong with that?"
"But this was a long time ago, and she had a baby by him." She
explained. "Momma has a sister, who lives across town, that no one
seems to visit or know about." She blurted out. "I heard Momma and Dad
talk about it, when I was really small. I guess back then, it wasn't
the right thing to do, and all."
Twenty some years ago, an interracial relationship, wasn't really all
that acceptable. I thought to myself. "But hey, whatever lights your
fire.
"So?" I asked. "No big deal."
Linda was becoming frustrated with my lack of caring, so she continued
to expose, more of her inner most secrets.
"I've heard other girls at school, talk about dating and partying,
with older men." She stated, hoping to pique my curiousity. "Sometimes
two or three of them see some guys, and they swap, or do a threeway.
They say that older guys, are much more fun, and way better at sex."
"Have you ever gone along with them?" I asked, knowing she never
fucked anybody, before the previous night.
"No." She said, hanging her head in shame, as if she was missing out
on something. "But I really wanted to."
"So? Why didn't you?"
"I guess I was scared and nervous, about having some guy tell me what
to do, and maybe have him blackmail me into doing it over and over."
She explained. "I mean .... what if I don't like the guy?"
"What kind of blackmail could they use against you?" I inquired.
"You're the one who could blackmail them. After all, them having sex
with underaged girls, is illegal."
"But these girls get whatever they want. Alcohol and drugs and
everything." She said. "Even some of Stacy's friends are involved. And
if they tell anyone, they threaten to tell the police, or their
parents."
Using blackmail with drugs and alcohol? I thought. That was downright
dspicable. But not nearly as despicable, as what I'd done thus far.
"Is Stacy involved in this?" I asked.
"No. I don't think so. At least not yet." Linda offered. "But I'm sure
thats why she and Mom went shopping today. Stacy wants some nice
clothes to wear, so she looks older for them, when she does go."
"Just who are these guys?" I asked, knowing I grew up in this area,
and never heard anything, about any this.
"They're older boys. Some of them graduated two or three years ago."
She said. "I think one of them might be twenty four."
"Hmmmmm." I hummed, getting an idea. "Maybe I should inform the cops.
I'm sure they'd be very interested in finding this all out."
"Oh no. Please?" Linda begged, becoming very defensive. "If they know
I told, they'll kick my butt. Don't say anything. PLease?"
"But these young girls need to be protected." I stated. "And those
boys are doing whatever they want, and doing it illegally."
"If they get busted, they'll know I told." She continued. "You can't
tell anyone. I'll do whatever it takes. Just don't tell."
Aha, I thought, as my cock lurched in my pants. The tables were now
turned. I had her where I wanted her. Under my control.
Suddenly, I became blunt honest, and very blatant with my words.
"I know what girls want." I stated. "They want to be loved and
admired. They want someone to care for them, and protect them. On the
other hand, boys only care about one thing. They want to fuck, plain
and simple. It doesn't make any difference who she is, or how old she
is. Looks don't even matter, as long as they get laid."
Linda sat back on the bed. Hearing my use of four ltter words, had
shocked her somewhat.
"When a girl falls in love, her mind works differently, than a boys
does." I continued to explain. "She's willing to bare her soul, and
give him whatever he wants, without strings. Meanwhile, the boys want
a constant supply of pussy. It don't matter to them who it is, or how
they look, as long as their willing to fuck. Sometimes they're even
willing, to get their friends involved, like your friends have."
"To a girl or a woman, love means settling down with the one she
loves, and taking care of his every desire. To a man, it means getting
all the pussy, ass, and blowjobs he can handle. Even if he's dead
tired, or just plain dead, he'll kill himself, just to get more
pussy."
My words were like a tadal wave, washing over Linda. She was so
stunned by them, that she remained speechless, while comprehending
what their meanings were.
"Do you understand a little more now?" I asked.
I have no idea, why I explained so fully about boys, like I did.
Maybe, just maybe, I was falling for her as well.
"So you mean, that even though you're with Mom, you still want more
women?" She asked, realizing I was a boy also.
Sheepishly, I nodded myreply.
"If you were my boyfriend, I'd let you have any woman or girl you
wanted." She then stated, shocking me to the bone. "I'd even help set
them up."
"You really you love me, huh?" I asked.
"Why do you think I asked you in here before" She said nervously. "I
think more than anything, I was jealous of Mom, and wished I was old
enough to compete.with her."
"So, you wanted me to fuck you?" I asked.
"Yes." Linda replied meekly, nodding her head.
"Have you ever made love, or fucked anyone before?" I asked.
"Well no." She answered while blushing deeply. "I ... I knew in my
dream, that I wanted you so very much last night. But I'm not a virgin
either."
"Well if you've never been fucked, how is that possible?" I asked,
hoping she'd explain it to me.
"I think last night, in my dream, I was so excited that I did it to
myself." She said, blushing even deeper. "I ended up taking myself."
"You took your own virginity, while dreming about me?" I asked,
pretending to be shocked.
"Mmmm, hmmm." She whimpered, unable to look me in the eye.
"Wow. That's quite a compliment." I said, helping to regain her
character. "So basically, you gave me your virginity, even though it
was just a dream."
"Uh huh. And it was so nice. I'm even a little sore yet."
Whether this girl loved me before or after the previous night sex,
either way, she loved me deeply, and it was time for cuddling.
As I approached her, she stood on tip toes, and wrapped her arms
around me.
We hugged and I heard here sob gently.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"It'...it just seems so unreal." She sobbed. "This is what I've wanted
ever since I met you. And ... and now it's happening. Are you happy
with me?"
"If you're still sore, do you still want to try it?" I asked.
"It .... it's up to you. If you want to, I mean."
"Maybe we should wait." I volunteered. "You know, until you can enjoy
it more."
By me saying that, she hugged even harder. She understood, that I
would never intentionally hurt her.
Maybe someday, you can get one of your friends to satisfy me, in the
interim." I said jokingly.
Linda immediately pushed me away.
I thought for sure she'd be pissed off, and cursed myself, for the off
color humor.
"Maybe we can get Stacy to do it with you." She said, with a wide
smile. "You know, until I'm not so sore, down there."
Until she spoke those words, I was torn between love and lust, but I
soon knew it was love I felt for this young beauty.
Gently and passionately, we kissed, and soon fell onto the bed.
For the next hour, we caressed and toyed with each other, until she
finally got the courage to try oral sex.
At first she was amazed at my size, but still did an expert job with
my coaching, and ended up swallowing every drop of my spend.
With a smile on her face and a sparkle in her eye, we then discussed
her plan, for me to bed Stacy.
As we discussed different possible scenarios, iI found it hard to keep
my hands off of her thoroughly enticing body, and blatantly massaged
her gorgeous chest.
Linda had just about agreed to fuck, regardless of the discomfort,
when we both heard the front door open.
Both of us quicklyly jumped to straighten ourselves, and our clothing.
Luckily we were just in time. Before I had a chance to exit Lindas
room completely, Stacy was already bouncing down the hall, carrying
her new clothes and supplies.
"What were you two doing?" She asked, startled at my presence.
"Oh nothing much." I said nervously, having nearly been caught red
handed. "Just having a conversation with your sister.
"Oh?" Stacy then said, with an arrogant smile.
I knew she assumed, something other than talking had taken place, but
fortunately, she had no proof.
After that, she quickly bounded past me and into her room, to survey
her new found wealth of attire.
Out of curiousity I followed her, and watched through the open door,
as she unwrapped everything.
I watched with envy, as she studied the new blouses and skirts.
Looking in the mirror, she stretched the items across her sweet chest,
and spun around to admire herself, from every angle.
"What do you think?" She asked gleefuly. "Do they make me look older?"
I saw what they made her look like, and I had conflicting thoughts.
Had she been wearing the items, with a lot of makeup, she'd probably
pass for a street hooker. The skirts were very short, and the blouses
quite low cut.
I found it difficult to believe, that Karen and Betty would allow such
purchases, for a fifteen year old girl. Were they actually aware, of
what she'd be advertising, wearing clothes like that?
"Why bother wearing anything at all?" I asked, becoming more fatherly.
in my thoughts. "You might as well walk around in your underwear, for
all they'll cover."
"Oh don't be such a prude." She fired back. "All the girls at school,
wear stuff like this."
"Well then." I stated, proving a point. "Why not put them on, and show
me."
Stacy beamd with pride, as she walked to the door, and began to close
it.
"What are you doing?" I asked, placing my foot in the way. "With those
clothes, I'll be seeing your underwear anyway, so why bother being
modest now?"
The girl blushed and froze. She realized I was serious, and hadn't
planned on my reaction.
"Okay." I finally said, stepping back into the hall. "But hurry up, it
shouldn't take too long to change."
With a quick grin, she closed the door and changed.
What seemed like mere seconds later, Stacy again opened the door and
showed me her outfit.
For a young girl, she looked stunning. Her breasts stood proudly on
her chest, and as she spun around, her ass was barely covered.
'Turn around." I asked, so I could prove my point.
She did as I requested.
"Now, pretend you're picking something up, off the floor."
Without thinking, she bent at the waist, allowing her skirt to raise.
She was showing me her ass, as the panties stretched widely across her
fanny. Had she been wearing g string type panties, she would have left
extremely little, to the imagination.
"Pink has always been one of my favorite colors." I said, refering to
the color of her underwear.
Quickly she stood and glared at me, red faced.
"You're not supposed to look at that." She said, tugging at her hem,
trying to pull it lower.
"Well?" I stated. "If you insist on wearing something like that,
people are going to look. Furthermore, they'll probably get ideas,
about what kind of girl you are. Who knows, maybe some old letch or
pervert might even want to feel the merchandise."
"Honest!" Stacy huffed. "You're not supposed to say stuff like that.
What would Mom say?"
Suddenly, Stacy was threatening me, with her Mom being her savior.
"Unfortunately, your Mom would agree with me." I said. "And once she
sees you, wearing this around her, she'll most likely return these
clothes. Did you ever bother to try them on?"
"Yes. Yes I did." She spat.
"Well apparently, you didn't bend over, or look in the mirror much." I
added.
"I looked .... I just didn't think ...."
"You didn't think your ass was big enough, to make the skirt pull up?"
I asked, interrupting her.
"My butt isn't big." She hissed.
"Well? Judging from the way the skirt came up, it's big enough to
cause a problem." I replied.
""Hrmph." Stacy grunted, walking away. "I never get any nice clothes."
I understood her anguish, especially after what Linda had told me
earlier. She wanted to look sexy, and be accepted by her peers.
Unfortunately, she was going way overboard, in the clothing
department.
"Are .... are you going to tell Mom?" She suddenly asked, knowing I
had the oppotunity to dash her hopes.
"That depends." I stated, reaching into my pocket, and retrieving a
dime. "Come over here."
Hastily, Stacy returned, and stood facing me.
"Pick this up for me, will you?" I said, dropping the dime.
The girl never gave a thought, to her chest showing. Her concern was
her ass, and she figured as long as I was in front of her, her ass
would be shielded from my gaze.
Immediately, she bent over again, to pick up the coin. As she did so,
I got an excellent view, of her beautifully formed titties. She was
braless, so even the cherry capped nipples, showed in plain sight.
"Do you like the idea of showing off your breasts?" I asked.
Suddenly, Stacy looked at me, and then down her front.
Embarassed, she pulled the flimsy material to her chest, and stood
rapidly.
Next, she threw the dime at me, and walked away again.
"You are absolutely disgusting." She stated angrily. "Only a pervert,
would look down someones blouse."
"Are you thinking about the perverts on the street, or in school, or
after school with all those boys around?" I asked. "You must know by
now, that if a girl insists on showing off, the boys and old perverts
alike, will take a peek also. That's just the way it is."
Stacy had no reply for my statement. She knew exactly what I was
saying, and her dreams of fiiting in with her friends, were slowly
slipping away. She thought about what she'd be sacrificing, to be with
the in crowd.
Tears soon welled up in her eyes, as she knew fully well, that I could
easily have the clothing returned. One word from me, and her entire
plan would be nothing more than a vacant dream. Short of outright
begging, she saw no light, at the end of the tunnel.
I decided it was then time to leave, and give her time to reconsider
her options.
Eventually, I knew she draw her own conclusion.
Also, with Linda's help she'd probably do whatever it took, to procure
my silence.
"Why not talk to your sister, and see what she recomends." I said,
offering her at least one alternative.
Having planted the seed, I walked away briskly, leaving her to ponder
her plan.

continued...............

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