From waagh@aol.com Wed Feb 12 03:00:41 1997
I`M NOT THE AUTHOR. I`M JUST REPOSTING.
Here's the standard disclaimer - if you are under 18 or if it is 21
where you live or if it is illegal for you to read this then don't -
Go away. If you are offended by explicit sex, then go away.
Otherwise, enjoy.
Waagh says-This is one of my all-time favorite stories. If the author is
still out there let`s have a sequel.
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You should know that I'm not the original author of this piece. It
appeared on the Net about a year ago as "Junior Sex Club." I liked the
story but I felt it needed some work. Over a period of months I rewrote
almost the entire thing, adding stuff here, subtracting stuff there,
correcting spelling and grammar and so forth. My version is considerably
longer, although if you ever read the original 'JSC' you'll recognize it.
I haven't really finished it yet. I have ideas for at least two more parts
but I've grown tired of the whole project. Instead, I'm writing an
epilogue that should clear up any loose ends I've left lying around. I'll
post it when it's ready.
Glad you like the story. There is a lot of work wrapped up in it. I know
it could be better but then, I'm not getting paid for this. It's just for
fun.
J-Girls
01/13 - Welcome to the dance
The story you are about to read tells of a tremendous change in life
styles for me . . . a sudden jump into the wild, wonderful world of
juvenile sex. My name is John Danvers, although most people call me Jack.
It all started one bright, sunny, July morning in Indiana. That's where I
live. I was home, taking a few days off from work and enjoying just being
lazy.
Earlier that day my wife, Sue, and I had a rather strange conversation. It
was about our spare time and how to use it. Not that we had all that much
spare time. Both of us worked and we had three daughters and a house to
take care. My wife felt that what spare time we had should be put to more
productive use. She told me that she wanted us all, me, her and our three
daughters, to visit a nudist resort near our home. She claimed that she'd
heard a lot of good things about it from her friends and that if nothing
else it would give us all a chance to develop great all-over tans.
Hardly a prude, I still had to give it a bit of thought before agreeing.
The idea of being naked with other adults was not too upsetting. Before my
wife and I were married, we had run with a pretty wild group in college.
There were parties where people got drunk and took their clothes off, and
not necessarily in that order. It was the prospect of being naked with
kids, especially mine, that bothered me. Something about the idea didn't
seem quite right.
Like most fathers, I bathed and dressed my girls when they were young. As
they grew older, this happened less and less. From the time each girl
started school I seldom saw them even in their underclothes, much less
naked. Nobody ordered it this way. Sue and I never discussed it. Things
just seemed to work out that I would not be around when the girls were
changing or bathing.
On top of this, my ten-year-old daughter, Mindy, was just coming into that
stage of increased self-awareness and sensitivity that comes with the
start of puberty. She would spend a lot of time preening in front of the
mirror in her room and she had become very concerned about what she wore
and the way it looked on her. To take her shopping for clothes was risking
your sanity. She could spend an entire afternoon in a clothing store,
looking at everything they had, and come out with nothing. It sometimes
took Mindy an hour to get dressed, and yet she'd look like she just
grabbed something out of the closet and threw it on, anyway. I couldn't
figure it out.
It didn't seem to me that Miss Fussy would care to go naked in front of
anyone. On the other hand, eight year old Polly and five-year-old Suzy
probably wouldn't give it much thought. They almost always went along with
whatever we wanted to do.
Sue and I cherished our daughters. We had deliberately chosen to bring
each one of them into the world. Our lives together, with the girls, were
wholesome and stable; some might have looked at us and even said we led an
idyllic existence. Sue and I had experimented with drugs in college, but
this stopped when we decided to have children. We drank, occasionally, but
over time Sue virtually abandoned even this. I still enjoyed a cold beer
now and then and almost always had some on hand. Neither of us smoked. If
Sue and I had a weakness, and I'm not sure this qualifies, it would have
been sex. We enjoyed it very much and even after many years together,
still did it quite often.
The insurance company I worked for liked what I did for them. They had
promoted me several times and I was on my way, perhaps not to the top, but
certainly to a well paid and influential position. Money was not a problem
for Sue and me. We weren't wealthy, but a nice home, a new car every few
years and most of the other things we wanted were always there for us.
My wife renewed the subject, later that day, when the children were
there. To my surprise, Mindy thought it was a good idea. As I suspected,
the other girls more or less just followed the leader.
That was on a Friday. On the following morning we were all in the car and
driving to the resort. In my family, things tended to happen fast when my
wife and daughters were in agreement. Somehow, when I was the lone person
pursuing a course of action, time seemed to stand still. Nothing happened.
This peculiarity of time and space has never been adequately explained. I
am sure the answer lies in the unpublished notes of Albert Einstein. It
must. The women in my family are not bright enough to have figured this
out by themselves. At least, I don't think so.
Anyway, when we got to the camp, there was a small office and we went in
there to register. We were greeted by a tall, attractive woman of about
45 or 50. She was dressed in shorts and a halter, which puzzled me at
first. I was expecting everyone to be naked, but then I noticed that we
were still officially outside the camp. You didn't need a scorecard to
tell that our hostess was one of the players. Her tan was magnificent. My
wife poked me in the ribs and gave me a look-at-her grin but it wasn't
necessary. The woman literally glowed with health. You couldn't help but
notice her.
She was a little on the heavy side, with big breasts and a broad behind,
but not bad looking. For her age, I thought she was attractive. Normally I
wouldn't be interested in someone from a different generation, but
something about this woman reminded me of when I was a kid. In those days,
I'd sometimes have dirty thoughts about the better looking mothers of my
friends. You know how that is, don't you? You wouldn't say anything to
your friend, of course; but you'd secretly eye his mom and wonder what she
was like.
It only took our hostess a few minutes to get us through the registration
process and describe the facilities. The camp was large and well equipped.
Besides lakeside bathing, there were both outdoor and indoor pools, and
all sorts of activities to spend your time on.
Only couples, no singles, could register. Each 'family' was assigned a
cabin. It turned out that ours had only one bedroom, although it was a
large one. There was a double bed which Sue and I claimed, and three
singles for the girls. Sharing sleeping quarters with our girls was not
exactly a novelty for us. Up until they were old enough for school, we had
frequently allowed each of the girls to sleep with us.
This was usually on special occasions like holidays and birthdays. It was
only one girl at a time but they loved it. Snuggling up between mom and
dad, especially on nights when it was cold or raining, meant a lot to the
girls. Whenever we announced that so-and-so could sleep with us, the child
would run around like someone who had just won the lottery.
As we were unloading our car, a group of nude teenagers, boys and girls,
went by. There was no way I could keep my eyes off those girls. They were
fabulous and I envied the boys who were with them. My admiration of the
young women was quite apparent to Sue.
"Dirty old man." Sue whispered as she came up to me, "Lusting after those
girls. What are you going to do when you're naked?"
"Damned if I know," I muttered, "maybe this wasn't such a good idea after
all."
"Nonsense . . . the magazines at Adele's house say that men hardly ever
think about sex once everybody is naked . . . and the hidden aspect is
gone," she laughed. "Let's test it . . . come on girls . . . let's go
inside and get undressed."
When I said that we had a bedroom in the cabin, I didn't mean that it was
a separate room. It was more like the cabin was the bedroom. The beds were
off against the wall, and there was enough space for the other furniture,
but it was all in one big room. There was no privacy, except for the
bathroom, and Mindy quickly ducked in there to undress. The rest of us had
to either wait our turn or strip in plain view of each other. My wife
voted early for group nudity by peeling off her blouse and bra. As she did
so, she urged us to join her in getting naked. Without blinking an eye my
other two girls followed their mother's lead and began to strip.
All of us were wearing the standard, American, summer uniform; shorts, tee
shirts and sneakers.
Suzy, our youngest child, was only five-years old and not that long out of
diapers. She dropped her shorts first and then went to work on her shirt.
She still hadn't quite mastered the art of clothing and the shirt gave her
a bit of trouble. She looked funny with her bare, little bottom sticking
out, and her head and arms inside her shirt. I had to laugh at her
contortions.
Polly, Suzy's older sister, was naked in no time and I felt an unexpected
twinge of interest as she emerged from her clothes. Although not yet into
puberty, at eight years of age, Polly already had graceful, flowing lines.
Naturally, she was flat-chested but otherwise her slender, youthful body
was surprisingly well formed. I never realized that a girl that young
could be so nice. With her narrow waist, flat stomach and beautifully
shaped little ass she was something to see. In particular, I was
fascinated by the way the mound of her little pussy stood out and the
smooth, clean look of her cunt lips. Your eyes just naturally went to it.
As I was taking in the sight of her, Polly reached over to help her
sister. I gulped for air as her vagina spread open just enough to give me
a glimpse of the juicy, darker colored flesh inside.
Let me try to explain how it was. When my girls were babies, like any
father, I used to bathe and dress them. As they grew older, I did these
things less often. By the time they started school, I almost never saw the
girls naked. Nobody told me to stay away or stop looking at them. It just
seemed to work out that way. Oh, occasionally, I might spot one of them
coming out of the shower but these were quick, now-you-see-it,
now-you-don't looks, and I certainly didn't make a habit of it. Each girl
had her own bedroom, too, so it was seldom that I even saw them change
clothes.
Until that moment I hadn't given much thought to the sexuality of my
girls. Out of sight, out of mind. They were simply my children, and that's
it. In my eyes they were sexless. The subject never came up. Unless
you're the father of a young girl, you probably don't understand what I'm
trying to tell you. I believe that all fathers take a sexual interest in
their daughters. Most of the time this interest is so well suppressed a
man doesn't realize its there.
Seeing little Polly naked, with that surprisingly good looking body of
hers, made me realize that there was a sexual side to her nature. She was
already charming, with the promise of being more so as she grew up. Polly
noticed me looking her over and her embarrassed smile brought me back to
reality.
Alongside me, my wife, Sue, was nearly done. She poked me in the ribs.
"Come on. You're the only one still dressed."
Just as I finished undressing, talt.music.pearl-jam
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From waagh@aol.com Wed Feb 12 03:01:48 1997
I`M NOT THE AUTHOR. I`M JUST REPOSTING.
Here's the standard disclaimer - if you are under 18 or if it is 21
where you live or if it is illegal for you to read this then don't -
Go away. If you are offended by explicit sex, then go away.
Otherwise, enjoy.
***********************************************************************
J-Girls 02/13 - Learning the steps
By the time it grew dark, the girls were soon ready to go to sleep. We all
were. The fresh air and the running around had tired us out.
There were yawns all around as I watched my girls slip into their cots and
then I turned down the lights. Sue crawled into our bed and I followed her
moments later. Once our eyes grew accustomed to the dark, there was just
enough light from a lamp post outside to let us see what we were doing.
"Goodnight, girls," Sue said, snuggling up tight against me.
At the same time, her hands dropped down between my legs and she began
massaging me. Longing for the hardness that had been denied me all day, I
was ready for action in seconds!
"Watch it, " I whispered, my hands rising to cup her small breasts, "I
don't think they're all asleep, yet."
"If you wait much longer, I'll be asleep. You better do something now, or
forget it."
I didn't reply, the time for talk had already passed. My hands roved over
the smoothness of Sue's nude body, caressing her breasts, stroking her
belly . . . and accepting the invitation to probe the moist, warm opening
between her legs.
As I pounded Sue harder and harder the covers slipped down to expose us.
The light was dim, but my eyes had adjusted so that I could see just Sue's
nude form under me. Her nipples were hard and erect . . . her eyes closed
in ecstasy.
A movement off to the side caught my attention and I glanced over to see
Mindy resting on her elbows, apparently watching us. She had to be. There
wasn't anything else going on in our corner of the cabin. It was warm and
her covers were down, too. I could just make out her form, exposed to the
waist. Startled, I stopped and just lay there, wondering what to do.
"Why are you stopping?" Sue whispered, "I'm not done, yet."
"Mindy's awake . . . and watching us," I whispered back.
"Are you sure? I can't see her from here."
We were like two conspirators. "Yes."
Sue wiggled a bit underneath me, trying to recapture the moment. "Come on.
Do it slow and let's finish."
Unsure of what to do about Mindy, yet wanting to go on, I slowly renewed
thrusting myself into Sue. I could see Mindy out of the corner of my eye.
She was as still as could be but she was watching every move we made.
Then something peculiar happened. Some horny, little devil must have
gotten inside me and turned things around. I began to take pleasure from
Mindy's presence. The fact that she was lying there a few feet away, naked
and watching me have sex with her mother was exciting. That's exactly how
I thought about it, and the more I rolled the idea around in my head the
more I liked it. How wonderfully erotic. How sinfully delicious. My lust
went into overdrive.
Was it illusion or reality? I don't know but I swear my cock got a little
bigger and a little harder. Mindy's watching was turning me on in a way I
had never known before. It was like Sue and I had just met and we were
doing it for the first time. You know how that is? I don't mean giving up
your virginity. I mean, doing it with somebody you've never done it with
before. There's a special quality about that kind of sex. There's a
novelty about it, a sense of strangeness that is compelling.
Whatever was happening to me must have been contagious. Sue started to
respond to my heightened passion. She clawed her fingers into my back and
began meeting my strokes. She was bouncing up off the bed and slamming
into me every time I pushed down. We went on that way, going at each
other harder and harder. At the same time I watched Mindy out of the
corner of my eye and wondered what she thought of our performance.
Finally, I felt Sue intoxicated by the prospect of sex. Moving like a cat
she stepped up to me, dropped to her knees and grabbed my prick. Without
so much as a how-do-you-do, her mouth closed around my cock and Sue began
licking and sucking on me while at the same time masturbating me.
Needless to say, it didn't take long to get me in the mood.
"OK . . . I think you're ready." Sue suddenly said, letting my prick slip
from her mouth, "Now, shove it in!" I stared at her as she turned and
dropped to her hands and knees. Her ass was aimed at me, her knees were
wide apart, and her hairy cunt was waiting for me to make the next move.
The urge was on me now and I dropped to my knees behind her. She was more
than ready. Sue was almost frantic with desire. She actually cursed me
when I fumbled my first attempt to penetrate her. I'd never, in all the
years we were together, known her to act this way. She was seemingly
possessed by a demon. She wanted to fuck bad, really bad.
Once I got it in, she went absolutely nuts. No matter how hard I banged
into her, she wanted more. She kept telling me, that's how I knew. I was
afraid that when I finally shot my load into her she'd still be pushing
her ass out looking for someone, or something to fuck. What was I going to
do?
With more control than I ever thought I had, I held back and kept
thrusting into my woman. Sue had already come once and we were riding
toward another climax. Again, I knew what she was going through because
she kept passing regular bulletins on her emotional state. Only she was
using foul, gutter language that I'd never heard come from her lips
before. Sue could let loose when she was upset, but I'd never heard talk
like that from her before. Where did she learn that stuff?
Then she started comparing me to her father. A cold chill went through me.
It sounded like Sue and her father had done it but when? Recently? No,
that was impossible. He didn't live nearby and we rarely saw him. When she
was a child? God! I thought of what was going on between Mindy and I.
All of a sudden I noticed a movement in the trees. Someone, or something,
was watching us. If ever there was a time when I wanted to be alone with
my wife, this was definitely it. Who in the hell was creeping
around in the bushes?
Well, let me tell you brother, I had my hands full with a woman, who, for
all I knew, had gone crazy. I wasn't in the mood for any peeping tom. Of
course, it might have been a bear and then Sue and I both would be in big
trouble. Sue's wild behavior, and even wilder talk, had infected me and I
was being pulled down into the depths of animalistic sex. I figured if it
was a human watching us he was getting one hell of a show. If it was an
animal, it would have to contend with my wife. She was crazy mad for
fucking and I didn't want to be the one to tell her she had to stop.
"God damn!"
It was Mindy. She moved just as I was looking her way and I spotted her,
in the shadow of the trees. At that moment I could have killed her. My
emotions were all twisted in knots and she had nearly given me a heart
attack. In a burst of anger I grabbed tight onto Sue's hips and fucked for
all I was worth. If Mindy wanted to see people having sex, I was going to
show her what it was like. If Sue thought her father could fuck better
than me, I was going to prove otherwise. I looked right at Mindy, knowing
she could see me, and motioned to her to come over to us.
You'll have to forgive me but at the moment I had alternately been
experiencing fear, anger and sexual desire. All these different emotions
were running through me like race cars. If Mindy had come to us, I would
have thrown her on the ground and fucked her, right there in front of her
mother. It would have been more out of anger than desire but I'm sure I
would have done it.
She didn't come near, so I just kept banging into Sue, harder and harder.
The change in tempo must have been just what Sue was wanting. She calmed
down and matched my thrusts. We were working together and I could feel the
explosion building within me. Once again, Mindy was contributing to one of
my orgasms. I was getting to where I really liked the idea.
Suddenly it was over and Sue and I slumped to the grass, enjoying the
afterglow. I looked over to where Mindy had been standing . . . but she
was gone. The naked girl in the shadows had disappeared. Somehow it didn't
seem to matter anymore.
On the way back I casually mentioned to Sue that Mindy had followed us.
"God. Are you sure, Jack?"
"I'm as sure as I could be about anything, babe. I saw her plain as day,
standing near a tree and watching us."
"OK. I'll talk to her. Don't say anything, Jack. Let me handle it."
It sounded good to me and I agreed.
*****
Once we were packed and before we got into the car. Sue took Mindy off
some ways. I couldn't hear what was being said but I knew what the topic
was. There wasn't any screaming or anything, mostly Sue talked and mostly
Mindy listened. It didn't last long but Polly and Suzy wanted to know what
they were doing. No way was I going to give an honest answer to that
question. While they were standing together, I noticed that Mindy was
almost as tall as her mother. She was growing up fast. When they came
back, I put my arm around Mindy and gave her a good hug. We didn't say
anything but from the look in her eyes, I felt that some new bond of
understanding had been forged between us. I was beginning to feel like a
man with two wives.
We left the resort about six that evening and headed back to the city. We
had played hard all weekend and the others slept while I drove. Sue was
nestled against my side and the two younger girls were in the back of the
van. Mindy was lying on the seat behind me and I could just see her in the
rear view mirror. We had been on the road about half an hour or so when I
noticed something in the mirror. Mindy had worn a simple shift dress for
the ride home, and now she was lying there on her back with one knee
raised.
It required me to readjust the mirror, but I knew what I would see. The
hem of the loose fitting dress had slipped over Mindy's upraised knee and
dropped to her waist. She wasn't wearing panties!
There in the mirror was a perfect view of her long, slender legs, all the
way up her shapely thighs, and finally, in the dim light I could just make
out the cleft of her opening. For some ten miles or so I just took lots of
peeks into the mirror and enjoyed the sight. Even though I'd seen her nude
every weekend this summer, looking at her asleep and with her dress pulled
up made it different. It reminded me of that night when I'd touched her.
Besides, now that the season was over, I probably wouldn't be seeing my
girl in the nude for a long time. This was my last chance to enjoy her.
Eventually Mindy moved in her sleep, changed her position and the show was
over.
What was happening to me? I spent the remainder of the drive considering
recent events. Never before had I been interested in a girl anywhere near
Mindy's age; at least not since I had been in grade school. Now, here I
was, lusting for this ten-year old child, my own daughter. Worse, I had
already fondled her and to simply say it was fun would be an enormous
understatement. Mindy, with her youth and innocence, and her budding
sexuality offered a powerful, new kind of erotic pleasure that I had never
known before.
She was like an addictive drug, and I was hooked. Inwardly, I wrestled
with myself over the matter. On the one hand, all the arguments about her
youth, her innocence and being my daughter made sense. On the other, I
kept remembering the way it felt that night in the moonlight when I put my
hand between her legs. She wasn't even awake and had no idea I'd done it,
yet it was unbelievably thrilling. What would it be like if she was awake,
and could respond to me? The mere thought of that was enough to set my
head spinning. What was happening to me? Was I becoming some sort of
pedophile monster, like the ones the papers always seemed to be talking
about?
From waagh@aol.com Wed Feb 12 03:03:12 1997
I`M NOT THE AUTHOR. I`M JUST REPOSTING.
Here's the standard disclaimer - if you are under 18 or if it is 21
where you live or if it is illegal for you to read this then don't -
Go away. If you are offended by explicit sex, then go away.
Otherwise, enjoy.
********************************************************************
J-Girls 03/13 - Let's dance
After the last outing at the camp, our lives began to slip back into the
old routine. The girls went back to school, the summer heat passed and I
was once again caught up in my work at the insurance company. At that time
we were undertaking a major reorganization. The company had lost a lot of
money and a change in the way we did things became necessary. By late
September we were getting ready to move. It had fallen to me to be
responsible for some of the planning, and I had to present my ideas to my
superiors for discussion and review. By way of preparing, I was coming
home early and using my little office in our home. Here, in relative
seclusion, I was able to polish up the presentation I'd be making.
On this particular day I pulled up to the house about 2:00 in the
afternoon. Upon entering I discovered that Mindy was home. She was a
middle school student, having started sixth grade just a few weeks
earlier. Normally she wouldn't have been home that time of day, but the
school had closed early because of a teacher's conference of some kind. My
wife had told me this was going to happen but I'd forgotten about it.
Mindy was in the living room watching television. I stopped by to say
hello and let her know I'd be in the office and to not disturb me. About
ten minutes or so later, I looked up from my work to see her standing in
the doorway, watching me. That year, what I had been told was the "prep
school" look was popular with girls of Mindy's age. It consisted of plaid
skirts, blouses and sweaters. It did make the girls look dressed up, so
even though the outfits were expensive, I liked them. Mindy was wearing
one that day. There was another reason I liked the outfits. The skirts
were designed to stop well above the knee, and so, you got to see a lot of
leg. Girls like Mindy looked fabulous in those short skirts.
At that time of day, the afternoon sun was shining through the hall window
right behind Mindy. Since she wasn't wearing a slip, the skirt took on a
translucent quality and I could see her figure outlined underneath. My
stomach felt like it was being tied in knots. You see, it was only with
the greatest difficulty that I had concluded nothing more would happen
between Mindy and me.
Although the activities of the recent summer had profoundly changed my
attitude toward my oldest daughter, I was still struggling with myself. It
was a losing battle but I still hadn't given in to my longing for her.
Mindy's blossoming sexuality had infected me as surely as any virus. She
was growing prettier and more womanlike every day. The pace of change in
her young body was quickening. Coming up on her eleventh birthday, Mindy
was almost as tall as my wife and Sue had recently put the girl in
lightweight, training bras. At that moment, standing there with her
girlish figure silhouetted under the short skirt, she was almost
irresistible.
Suddenly, like the crack of a whip, my mind cleared. I guess my evil self
got the better of me. Seeing her there, in that short skirt with her
figure showing through, was what did it. My resolution to leave her
untouched, withered and died. I wanted her and it looked like she was
asking for it, anyway. What better time than now? We were alone in the
house. No one would see us. No one would know. A powerful longing for the
girl surged through me. It actually hurt, I wanted her so much.
It was deathly quiet. In the movies, a scene like this would probably have
been accompanied with dramatic music. Violins perhaps. With nothing like
that working for me, I merely lifted my hand and beckoned to her. "Come
here, darling. I want to see you."
As she r sale . . . 1
From waagh@aol.com Wed Feb 12 03:04:09 1997
I`M NOT THE AUTHOR. I`M JUST REPOSTING.
Here's the standard disclaimer - if you are under 18 or if it is 21
where you live or if it is illegal for you to read this then don't -
Go away. If you are offended by explicit sex, then go away.
Otherwise, enjoy.
********************************************************************
J-Girls 04/13 - Happy Birthday
Besides her physical charms, Mindy had a persuasive, captivating
personality. While still quite young, she had learned that she could
induce people to do things she wanted. She would get this odd look on her
face and then arch her eyebrows and inflect her voice in a certain way. It
was a disarming performance by a pretty, little girl that worked amazingly
well. Sue and I thought it was cute, and we often laughed at her
transparent efforts to influence us. While we were laughing though, Mindy
often got her way.
As time went by, Mindy continued to practice on everyone she came in
contact with. By age ten she had refined and polished this little trick to
a considerable degree. She had learned to add body language and other
variations that were hard to resist. There even seemed to be different
versions of her performance, depending on the age and sex of her victim. A
born saleswoman and leader, I swear my child could charm a bird out of a
bush.
There were times when Mindy actually made me feel uncomfortable. She would
come after me, wanting something that I was not inclined to give her. I
would refuse, knowing what was coming and knowing that I'd likely end up
giving in. I guess you could say that Mindy was spoiled because I rarely
said `no' to her.
Whenever Mindy turned her attention to someone else, I liked to step back
and enjoy the drama. It was fun to see Sue, or even someone outside our
family, squirm while Mindy worked her magic. Oddly, Mindy's youngest
sister, Suzy, seemed immune to the power. I could almost die laughing when
these two matched wits. Mindy would try to persuade little Suzy to do
something and the kid would just flat refuse to go along. You could see
that Mindy was turning up the juice, full blast, but it didn't work on
Suzy. As Mindy became ever more intent on winning her case, Suzy would
wrinkle up her face and stare as though she had a bug on her nose. It was
a comical expression and it just destroyed Mindy. Things usually ended
with Mindy stomping out of the room in disgust. It was heartening to know
that not everyone was a patsy for this
svengali of the Danvers family.
Mindy was going to be eleven in November. A few days after our little romp
in my office, the question came up of how to celebrate her birthday. Sue
and I had recently finished off our basement. We'd put a lot of money into
it and the downstairs was now a very comfortable place. Mindy wanted to
have a birthday party there. At first, I was reluctant to let a bunch of
children christen the project by spilling cake and ice cream all over it.
I knew that Mindy would be working me over, trying to get me to change my
mind, but I resolved not to give in. Not for the last time was I to see
just how much things had changed between us. When I showed that I didn't
really like the idea of a birthday party in our new room, Mindy let me
have it. She turned her head in that special way, looked at me with her
most beguiling expression and turned on the charm.
"Daad!"
She didn't have to say another word. The message in her eyes was clear.
With the added power of our new sexual relationship, as rudimentary as it
was at that point, I couldn't refuse her anything. How quickly they learn.
Mindy's birthday was the 8th of November, a Saturday as it turned out. Sue
and the girls began planning as though it were a royal wedding. Every item
on the menu and all the decorations had to be personally approved by
Mindy. Miss Fussy was in her element. There would be about a dozen kids
from Mindy's circle of friends and schoolmates, evenly matched between
boys and girls. Mindy took great care in choosing her guest list,
considering the likes and dislikes of each person. Her sophistication in
the matter surprised me. I'd no idea she had so much insight into the
personalities of her friends.
It was to be a late afternoon party, starting at four o'clock. After all
the surprises that had come my way in the past few months, you'd have
thought I would be ready for anything. Well, live and learn.
For most of that Saturday, things went about as I expected. There was lots
of running around caused by last minute changes in plans. Mindy had done
most of the planning and she was doing most of the changes, too.
Eventually it all came together, and for about an hour there was calm in
the Danvers household. Along about 3:30 or so I was sitting in front of
the TV set with Suzy, our youngest girl, watching a football game. Sue
came marching in with a tense look on her face and made an announcement.
"Come here. I want you to see something."
You would have thought she was going to show me a talking horse, or
something. She was that dramatic. I walked over to the bottom of the
stairs with her and waited.
"What?"
"Be patient. All right girls. Come on down."
I heard the bedroom door open and then Polly and Mindy appeared at the top
of the stairs. Polly had turned nine about a month earlier and she was
going to be at the party. I could hardly believe my eyes. The girls had
identical outfits on, fuzzy pink sweaters, short straight skirts, ankle
socks, and brown and white saddle shoes. They looked like a magazine ad
for something out of the 1950's. As they slowly descended the stairs, my
stomach began doing flip flops. Both girls were also wearing makeup. Sue
had used just enough lipstick, eyeshadow and the rest to turn them into a
pair of glamour girls. It wasn't just the makeup, it was their overall
appearance, the way their hair was fixed, everything. Being that the
skirts were short and tight, the girl's trim figures were highly accented.
You couldn't help but notice their cute, little asses. Both of them looked
good enough to eat. Mindy, especially, was a dream come true. Her breasts
were just big enough to show and you could see her little nubbins pushing
out through the sweater.
The girls kept right on coming and I had to move out of the way. They
stepped into the middle of the room, slowly turned around to give me a
good look; and then stopped, with their legs slightly apart and their
hands on their hips. It was a defiant gesture and one they had apparently
rehearsed. My girls weren't stupid. They knew I'd be impressed by their
appearance, I just don't think they realized how much. I supposed they
were waiting for a reaction from me. Nothing happened. I was speechless.
Little Polly was the big surprise. I'd no idea that a nine-year old girl
could be made to look so alluring. Perhaps my experience with Mindy had
sensitized me to young girls, I don't know, but I was definitely turned on
by Polly. What a juicy looking little tart she was! If Sue hadn't been
there, I swear I would have grabbed for the little dickens whether she was
my daughter or not.
We probably looked like a bunch of clothing store dummies. I was staring
at the girls while they, and Sue, were intently watching me. Sue broke the
ice. "Well, what do you think of your two pretty girls?"
"Are these my daughters? They can't be. My two funny faces never looked
like this. Where are my girls? What happened to them?"
They quickly saw through my mock outrage and broke into smiles. I couldn't
find it in my heart to be anything but pleased with them.
"Come here you two."
Both girls came to me and I put an arm around each one. They were growing
up and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Might as well go along and
enjoy the ride.
A strong feeling of lechery had come over me, but with Sue watching I had
to be careful. It was scary but at the same time intoxicating. I'd
discovered an immensely pleasing, new way to enjoy sex and I wanted to
indulge myself with these girls. Did Sue have any idea what I was
thinking? Could she know that I had become so interested in our children?
She was looking at me in a strange way and I wondered. Maybe she did
understand, but if so, would she have then deliberately dressed the girls
this way? Was she tempting me or was this just all innocent fun?
In a brief flash of fantasy I imagined myself as the king of some ancient
land. Sue was the high priestess of the temple and she was presenting me
with a pair of lovely, young virgins. Then I saw myself taking Mindy
someplace and ravishing her. I didn't need any prodding to have another
sexual adventure with her, but the way she looked at that moment
guaranteed that we would be getting together soon.
For whatever reason, Sue had set out to make the girls attractive and
she'd succeeded: perhaps, far more than she realized. Not being a man, she
couldn't know how they were affecting me. Ah, yes. The joys of fatherhood
were wondrous, indeed.
Slyly, my hand slid down to give Polly a pat on the ass. She looked so
appetizing that it made my mouth water, and I seriously considered adding
her to the menu. What would it be like to play with her little pussy? The
thought scared me a bit. I was reaching further down in age and grasping
at another of my children. My inhibitions were collapsing. Who was next?
Suzy?
Right at four o'clock, as though they'd been waiting outside all day, the
party guests began arriving. In five minutes all the kids were there.
Mindy had invited four girls and six boys. Thus, even Polly had a
"partner," a boy somewhat younger than the others but still seemingly
known to all.
As they greeted each other at the door, I could see that the boys were
impressed by my daughters. This allowed me to learn something else about
myself. I felt a pang of jealousy as I watched the boys give my girls the
once over. One guy, whom I immediately disliked, gave out with an "ooh, la
la," and I wanted to bounce him right out the door. The other girls were
cute in their party dresses, one little blonde in particular, but they all
faded into the background when compared with Mindy and Polly. My two girls
were easily the stars of this show. Another facet of Mindy's character was
coming to the surface. It was her birthday party, in her house and she had
gone to a lot of trouble to make sure no one outshone her.
Sue and I stayed upstairs with Suzy, while the others descended to our
newly finished rec room. Mindy had made it clear that we could stay at
home but we were not to venture downstairs unless summoned. Whose house
was it, anyway?
We could hear the sound of soft drink cans being popped open and then they
attacked the food. I winced a little as I heard them cranking up my
expensive new sound system. The music these kids liked was terrible. How
could they listen to that stuff?
One or two boys seemed to be causing some disagreement and I was about to
go down to investigate. Before I could make a move I heard Mindy's voice
take on an authoritative air and then all you could hear was the music.
Sue went over to peek down the stairs and turned to report her findings.
"They're dancing. Mindy told me they'd be dancing but I guess some
of the boys weren't in the mood."
For over an hour that's the way it went. Mindy seemed to have things well
under control and my admiration for her went up another notch or two. The
music must have stopped for almost ten minutes before I noticed the quiet.
Sue had gone off to the kitchen and it was when she walked back in that I
became aware of the change. She gave me a puzzled look. "It's awfully
quiet down there. What are they up to?"
Feeling like a sentry caught sleeping on post I walked over to the stairs.
"I can't tell. I don't see them. They must be all over at the other end."
Sue came over to stand next to me. "Why are we whispering in our own
home?"
"Beats me. I didn't want to disturb them, but I am wondering what they're
doing."
Sue had an answer. "Well, if I were an eleven-year old girl with all those
cute boys, I'd be playing some kissing games right about now."
This bothered me a bit. I didn't like the idea of anyone, boy or maand
shook the panties off her feet. I separated her legs and began exploring.
The solid, firm young ass and smooth, tight, little cunt were naked and
exposed, waiting for my touch. With lust borne enthusiasm I probed deep
into her rectum and vagina. She winced and sucked in her breath when I
bored in a little too deep, but I didn't stop or pull out. She was so
lovely, so succulent, so absolutely delightful that I had to have her. I
was even a little jealous. Not of her but of some, as yet, unknown boy or
man who might, sometime in the future, eventually get to do this with her.
I didn't want anyone to know what she was like.
No matter where I touched her the skin felt like rich, smooth velvet. When
I first felt inside her cunt she was dry. As I went on finger banging her
she started to lubricate, her body stiffened and her breathing became
labored. She was nearly ready.
Fucking her was all I could think about. I moved her up, higher on my
chest, and my prick came out between her legs. I grasped it in my hand and
the pressure felt good. For a moment or two I masturbated; just a few slow
strokes, but it felt so good. Then I caressed her thighs with my cock,
pressing it into her flesh. This felt even better. Next, I brought it to
her ass and pushed into her buttocks. This was really good. Finally, at
long last, my cock was at her pussy. For just a moment I tantalized myself
by rubbing my prick around the lips of her maidenhead. Then I began the
penetration. She was small and tight. At first there was considerable
resistance.
Only the very tip of my prick could go inside her. I pulled back to ram it
in deeper and I slipped out. Slowly and carefully I guided myself back
toward my goal. It pinched as I squeezed between the outer lips of her
vagina. Gradually, steadily pushing, my prick slowly oozed into her. It
felt like I couldn't go in any further but I still wasn't all the way in.
Something inside her was blocking me. Mindy became very tense and stiff.
Her back was arched. Her legs were spread wide apart and pushed out as
straight as she could get them. I kept trying and suddenly the resistance
went away. She shuddered as my prick slid all the way in, and I could feel
her relax a bit as some of the tension went out of her. This was more like
it. The warm,
wet pussy flowed and closed around me. I had her. She was mine. For a
moment I wondered if she was bleeding, but then I didn't care. This oh, so
sweet child was no longer a virgin but I had to finish the job. What a
wonderful, glorious sensation it was, fucking her for the first time. It
was my first time, too, in a way. I'd never done it with a girl anywhere
near that young before. Indeed, until that moment I wouldn't have thought
someone as small and petite as Mindy could do it, especially with a grown
man. But there we were, locked in sexual union and she was obviously
enjoying it along with me. I cannot describe for you the immense
satisfaction this gave me.
It was the sweetest pussy I'd ever had. Nothing in my entire life had ever
felt as good. I held her in place with my hands on her ass, and I thrust
up into her with all my might. Up and down. In and out. Her hands clutched
at me and she moaned. If it had never ended, it would still have been over
too soon. I will never forget how sweet it was, her lying on top of me
with my cock buried up inside her. God, she was good!
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I`M NOT THE AUTHOR. I`M JUST REPOSTING.
Here's the standard disclaimer - if you are under 18 or if it is 21
where you live or if it is illegal for you to read this then don't -
Go away. If you are offended by explicit sex, then go away.
Otherwise, enjoy.
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J-Girls 05/13 - Changing Partners
The door bell chimes gave their cheery announcement that someone was
there. When I was
alone, I could get a lot of work done but having to answer the door was
one of the
disadvantages. Figuring it was someone wanting to sell me something, I
steeled myself
with my best sales-resistance attitude and went to see. There, on our
front porch was
an angel. She was a long-haired, green-eyed, blond about Mindy's age, who
could have
sold me anything. When she called me by name, it puzzled me because I
didn't recognize her.
"Hi, Mr. Danvers . . . remember me?"
Although her face was familiar, I couldn't quite place her. She probably
was from the
neighborhood but it didn't seem that I'd forget a girl who looked like
her. From the
expression I was wearing she must have figured that I was drawing a blank
where she
was concerned.
"I'm Vanessa Baldwin. I live over on the next street and I go to school
with Mindy.
I've been here before. You took us to the movies last month, remember?"
It started to come back. There was a Saturday when it was raining like
hell, and I had
ferried Mindy and several of her friends back and forth to the theater, in
the mall.
It was one of those days when everything seems to happen at once. Sue and
I were
scrambling around with household chores, like a couple of one-armed paper
hangers. We
had to get the girls out of our hair for a while. We took them, and
several more
children from the neighborhood, to the mall and dropped them for the
afternoon. This
lovely miss had been one of them, and I now remembered seeing her pretty
face in the
back seat, smiling at me through the rear view mirror. Only thing is, she
didn't look
like she looked now.
"Oh, yeah. Now I remember . . . What can I do for you?"
"Well, our school is trying to raise money to buy new uniforms for the
band. I play in
it and we're selling this candy. Wanna buy some?"
Like I said, she could have sold me anything. "Sure, can you take a
check?"
"That's no problem. Most everybody pays by check these days."
"Good. Uh . . . listen. I have to go get my check book. Do you want to
wait here, . .
. or do you want to come in?"
"Gee. Thanks. I'll come in, if it's OK?"
Was it OK? Looking the way she did, it would have been all right if she'd
brought a
suitcase and asked to move in. I looked around to see if anyone was with
her, but she
was alone.
Closing the door behind her, I started for my check book. I figured she'd
wait by the
door but she followed right behind me. Thinking back, I recalled seeing
this child on
other occasions. I hadn't paid much attention to her in the past because
she was so
ordinary. She wasn't ordinary today.
Before my relationship with Mindy had blossomed, I never gave much thought
to preteen
girls. Now it was different. Several of the girls who came around to see
Mindy were
cute, and I'd already sized them up,
wondering what they'd be like in bed. If I'd never touched Mindy, this
girl would
still have caught my eye. She was something to see. What had she done to
herself? It
must have been a recent change for surely I would have noticed her before
this.
We had a sitting room where Sue would write checks and keep our monthly
accounts
organized. There was a small writing desk in it and a wooden file cabinet
where she
stored our stuff. I sat at the desk and rummaged around in the drawers
looking for our
checkbook. I was distracted by my young visitor.
She came to stand next to me, a lot closer than she should have.
The weather that day was unusually warm for April. Miss Baldwin was
wearing a pair of
the tightest shorts I think I'd ever seen. It looked as though they had
been sprayed
onto her. If she was wearing anything
underneath, she was a master of disguise. The only thing I could see was
her, and she
looked great! The shorts were made out of some kind of material that
molded itself to
every curve of her body, and the kid had some curves. No fooling, it was
almost like
she was naked. You could actually see the outline of her cunt, pressed up
against the
material, and in the back, well, she had just about the finest ass I'd
ever seen. As
if that wasn't enough, the legs of the shorts were trimmed in lace.
She also had on a tight fitting tee shirt that carried the name of some
beach resort.
I couldn't tell you what beach it was if my life depended on it. There was
no sign
that she was wearing a brassiere, but she could have used one. This newly
pubescent
salesgirl was hardly full grown, but she had a pair of the nicest, little
tits you'd
ever want to see. I mean, her boobs were small but they had a roundness to
them that
was just about perfect. It looked unreal, like she had padded herself, but
there was
no mistaking the outline of her nipples, pushing through the shirt. It was
her under
there, no doubt about it.
All this, with the bright, red lipstick she had on, gave her a naughty,
sensual look
that sent my blood pressure soaring.
My mouth began to go dry, the way it did when I was about to have sex with
Mindy. This
child was playing with fire, coming in here alone with me, and dressed the
way she
was. You had to wonder about her parents, allowing her to go out looking
like she did.
The girl couldn't have been more than twelve-years old, but she was a
dirty, old man's
dream. If ever a kid looked ripe for the picking, this one did.
My hands trembled as I wrote out the check. She was standing right next to
me and my
eyes were just about level with her waist. She was really getting to me.
Fire alarms
were going off in my head as I tried to picture what she'd be like in the
buff. With
the outfit she had on, it wasn't all that difficult.
Once I had the check written, I had to stand up and break the spell. "Here
you go. Do
you have to sell much more candy?"
"Oh, not much more. It goes really quick. Mr. Stein, the band director,
says I'm one
of the best salesgirls he's ever seen."
I could certainly believe that. It was a good thing she wasn't selling
something more
expensive than candy. "Well, good luck to you."
As we stood there talking, I couldn't help leering at her. I eyed her up
and down the
way you would some bimbo on a street corner. She lowered her eyes, but
otherwise my
staring didn't seem to bother her any. Naturally, my prick started to
swell in
response. If I didn't get her out of the house right away, I was going to
be in big
trouble.
With a gesture toward the front door, I moved her off in that direction.
She kind of
stepped out in front but she was really more alongside. The hall was
somewhat narrow
at that point and she brushed up against me. As though it had a mind of
its own, my
hand went to her ass. She froze. I froze. Whose move was it?
After a few seconds she turned her head and looked up at me. You'd have
thought she'd
be in shock or outraged or something. Nope. She looked me right in the eye
and there
was just the beginning of a smile on her face. I was astounded. What the
hell was
going on? Was she inviting me to play? Was this delicious looking, young
witch telling
me that I could fool around with her? It seemed too good to be true and I
told myself
there had to be some other explanation. If I made another move on her I'd
probably be
in jail before the sun went down. My hand came away. She turned her head
back and
walked to the door.
As she left the house, I watched 'Miss Jail Bait' until she was out of
sight. Would
they lock me up for doing it to her just once? Maybe I could plead
temporary insanity.
I'm sorry, your honor. I didn't mean to touch the kid. I just couldn't
help myself.'
Coming back down to earth, I speculated on what had just happened. The kid
was
extremely good looking, she knew it, and she was just showing off. As far
as it went,
that was OK. However, it also looked like the girl knew what a body like
hers was for
and maybe even had done it once or twice. That's what bothered me. Unless
the girl was
a complete ninny and it sure didn't seem like it, she had to know what
kind of message
she was sending. She was far too seductive for it to be an accident. But
how could
that be? She had an air of self confidence and sophistication way beyond
what you
would expect from a twelve-year old. Something was definitely wrong here.
Then, I thought of Mindy. They were about the same age. If Mindy knew what
it was all
about, and she certainly did, why couldn't my recent visitor be just as
experienced?
Looking at it that way, things began to make sense. Except that Mindy
didn't act the
way that girl did. It was like the kid was advertising herself. Still, if
somebody was
banging that little pixie, it would explain a lot. It still didn't explain
why she
came around here, though. If she was cruising for sex, and it sure looked
like it to
me, why would she hit on somebody old enough to be her father? Again, I
thought of
Mindy but rejected the idea. It would have been too much of a coincidence.
When a hot,
little number like this Vanessa went looking for it, she wouldn't go after
a man like
me. Such things just didn't happen. Her stopping here was no more than
what she'd
said. I was a customer for her candy and nothing more. I was willing to
bet that some
school boy was waiting for her, and before long he'd be sliding those lacy
britches
down off her ass. Whew! What a thought. I'd have to ask Mindy about this
girl. Since
they were friends, Mindy might know what she had been doing.
Oh, well. Back to work. I'd only been in my office a few minutes when I
heard the
front door open. It was Mindy, home from school. She went right up to her
room. This
Vanessa was still in my thoughts and I wanted to ask Mindy about her.
There was
something else on my mind, too. Quickly, I considered when my wife and
other daughters
might be coming home. If I didn't take too long, there would be just
enough time.
From the very beginning, Mindy went along with whatever I wanted to do. No
matter
where or when I approached her for sex, she readily submitted. Over the
preceding
months, we had fucked in every room of the house, the kitchen, all the
bathrooms, all
the bedrooms, the dining room, my office and the basement. If this sounds
like we were
doing it every day, we weren't. I couldn't just take my daughter by the
hand and go
off somewhere, whenever I was feeling a little horny.
The last thing I wanted was for Sue to find out what was going on. Often I
felt like a
spy stealing secrets. Whenever I wanted to fool around with Mindy, I had
to be sure no
one would see us. Sometimes, like on her birthday, I would pay a late
night visit to
Mindy's bedroom. This was chancy because Sue could walk in and catch us.
The idea of
that happening made me a little nervous. I told you about my fantasy,
where Sue and
Mindy and I would all be in bed together, but I wasn't so sure it would
have actually
turned out that way.
It was much better when Mindy and I were alone. This didn't happen all
that often, but
I made the most of whatever opportunities came along.
My wife worked in real estate and kept irregular hours. She did her best
to be home
for the girls but sometimes it just couldn't be. There were occasional
afternoons or
evenings when she had to be away. It was generally at these times that
Mindy and I did
it.
If it were an evening, I would get the younger girls off to bed as early
as I could.
Once they were asleep, and sometimes even before then, Mindy and I would
start. It was
great. As I've said, we moved around the house and did it in different
rooms. Foreplay
with Mindy was supremely exciting, especially at the beginning of our
relationship.
She could tell from the way I was looking at her that it was going to
happen but she'd
act like we'd never done it before. She'd blush and keep her eyes down
while I
undressed her and just generally be shy. I had to do most of the work.
Once we really
got into, though, she'd enjoy it as much as I did. I tell you, it was
great. Sometimes
we'd do it twice. One night, in the beginning, I fucked her three times!
By now you might think that I'm a shameless barbarian. Well, perhaps.
Before you cast
judgment, though, just remember. You weren't there. Reading about it is
not the same
as living through it. I didn't set out deliberately to debauch my
daughter. One thing
led to another and before I knew what was happening, we were doing it.
Yes, and I did
eventually go after Polly, too.
After the first time with Mindy, in my office, I kind of held back from
going after
her. At first I wanted to cut into her again, as soon as I could. Once my
emotions
cooled, I was quickly overcome with remorse and vowed not to go near the
child again.
On several occasions I even came close to confessing to Sue. This didn't
happen,
though, and by the time of Mindy's birthday, I was ready to tackle her
once more.
Seeing her dressed the way she was that afternoon, is what did it. If only
Sue hadn't
fixed the girls up to look like a couple of streetwalkers. It's possible I
could have
stopped after that first masturbatory episode in my office, but once I
actually got
into bed with the child, all bets were off. After I'd gotten a good taste
of what
Mindy was like, I wanted her more and more. I was hooked and I could no
more control
myself than an alcoholic or a drug addict.
This isn't about Polly, but since I've brought it up, I'll tell you a
little of what
happened. Like I said, on the nights when Sue had to work, it was up to me
to make
supper for the girls, check on their homework and send them off to bed.
One night,
about a month or so after Mindy's birthday party, I made my first move on
Polly. I'd
sent all the girls up to get ready for bed. On this night there was a lot
of giggling
and clowning around and they were just taking too long. So as to hustle
them along I
went upstairs.
Polly's room was at the top of the stairs and I headed in there first. She
was in the
midst of changing into her pajamas. Normally I would have knocked but this
time I
didn't. Polly was standing by her bed wearing only her underpants, no top,
no shoes or
socks, nothing but a pair of briefs. It really was my intention to simply
hurry her
along to bed. Our summer at the nudist colony had taken the edge off
everyone's
modesty, so Polly wasn't too disturbed at my seeing her almost naked. I
can't say the
same for myself. I scooped up her pajamas to help her into them and took
her by the
arm. As soon as I touched her, everything changed.
Life is full of surprises, isn't it? My interest in Polly had certainly
been aroused,
but until that moment I'd never seriously considered touching her. After
all, I had my
hands full with Mindy. Without thinking about it in any way, I pulled
Polly close and
began fondling her. There was no self reproach, no agonizing over the
morality of it,
nothing. I just went right into it with her.
Let me tell you something. At that age Polly was already sexually
appealing, and in
her underpants she was irresistible. As soon as I touched her I got a
hard-on; a steel
hard, ramrod straight, stiffer.
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She was so pretty. Even fully dressed, my little brown-eyed Polly was a
charmer.
Naked, she was breathtaking. Her skin was velvety smooth and creamy soft.
Polly was,
how shall I say it, trim and fit. As I ran my hands over her supple,
slender form I
marveled at how good she felt. There was no flab or fat, just delightfully
smooth,
young girl flesh. And then there was her scent. Mindy had a scent, too. It
was a
sweet, young girl body odor. It made my mouth water and I wanted to crush
the girl in
my arms and even bite into her, she was that appealing.
My adventures with Mindy had deepened my interest in and appreciation for
young girls.
So much so that I no longer felt any guilt or shame at what I was doing.
In fact, it
seemed to me that I had every right to be ravishing the child. She was,
after all, my
daughter. I had raised her and was responsible for her. She was mine to do
with as I
pleased and it pleased me to be alone with her, to see her naked and to
caress her.
With a flash of insight I saw that later, when she was grown I would not
do this. Now,
though, while she was fresh and young and innocent, I would enjoy her.
Girls like her
were meant to be enjoyed. Why else would I, or any man, be drawn to her?
Standing
there, in her panties, there was a fragile, helpless quality about the
child that
aroused a special kind of lust in me. She was mine. I could do whatever I
wanted with
her. I could possess her in a way that I could never possess a woman. Yes,
I could see
it clearly, now. This was a unique time in her life. She was able to both
stimulate
and satisfy me in a way no woman ever would.
All this, and more, flashed through my mind as I savored my first sexual
contact with
Polly. Only nine-years old and yet so enchanting. I had not done anything
with Mindy
until she was almost eleven. Years of enjoyment wasted. I should have
taken her
sooner. Mindy's time would end long before Polly's. Given her
determination, I could
see that when Mindy tired of playing, the game would be over. Somehow I
didn't think
it was going to be that much longer, either. Mindy was growing up fast.
Then I thought of young Suzy, coming up on her sixth birthday. I would not
lose a
moment of Suzy's youthful vitality. Perhaps now, she was a bit too young,
but soon she
would be ready. Yes. Her and Polly and I, together. The three of us, all
naked and all
in bed at the same time. How wonderful that would be!
I had actually thought about bedding Polly and Mindy together, but
something about the
idea didn't seem quite right. The two older girls were friendly rivals and
did not
often see eye-to-eye on things. They were not a likely pair for what I had
in mind. On
the other hand, Polly and Suzy were close. They often played together and
there was an
obvious bond between them, that was not there for Polly and Mindy. Yes.
That was it.
Now that I had started on Polly I would show her the ways of love. I would
teach her
what to do. Then, in a few months I would bring Suzy into it. Suzy would
be an acolyte
at the altar of love, while Polly was the main offering. For now though,
it was just
Polly.
I put my right hand at the back of her head and gently pulled her close.
She came to
me willingly, but with an embarrassed kind of smile. She and I had never
done anything
like this before. She didn't know what was coming, exactly, but it looked
like she
wasn't going to object, either. My left hand went to her breasts. I was
suddenly
enthralled with them. She was just beginning to show growth. It would be
quite a while
before she needed a bra, but her nipples were definitely coming out. I
carefully
tweaked them between my fingers, drawing little circles around them and
sure enough
they got hard. Then I leaned over and softly kissed her. I'd kissed Polly
many times
in her life but this was different. This was an erotic kiss and her eyes
grew big in
surprise as my tongue forced its way past her lips into her small mouth. I
only
lingered there a moment or two. Just long enough to get the taste of her.
Then I moved
down her neck and onto her perky, little tits, where my tongue did a dance
around her
nipples. She shivered in response and I loved it. I was getting good at
seducing
little girls.
Mindy wore underpants that looked like they belonged on an older girl, or
even a
woman. They were brief, flimsy things, cut high on the sides and came in
erotic,
pastel colors that matched her little bras. The way the thin, filmy
material swept
away from her crotch in front, and from her ass in back, and then raced
up to the
waist band gave Mindy a leggy, seductive look that drove me crazy. The
damn things
didn't cover much, but I loved the way she looked in them. It was just
about
impossible for me to see Mindy in her underwear and not end up fucking
her. Indeed,
sometimes I did not undress her past this stage. I would merely pull the
skimpy
garment aside and do it to her.
Polly was wearing the same kind of revealing briefs. They were an exotic,
dark green
color. Why did they make stuff like this for such young girls? Who did
they think was
going to see it? Like Mindy, the panties gave Polly a leggy look that I
found
irresistible. Glancing down, I could see the mound of her pussy and her
cunt lips
outlined through the thin material. There was a slight stain there, too.
Perhaps from
her urine. How long had she been wearing them? From the way my emotions
were heating
up, I knew that before long I'd be fucking her, or at least trying. I
didn't know if I
could penetrate the girl. She was younger, and smaller, than her sister.
There was
only one way to find out. My hands slid down her waist to the elastic of
the panties,
and with a sweeping movement I pushed them down over her hips and dropped
them to her
ankles.
"You're so pretty, darling, so very pretty. I have to see how pretty you
are."
It was stunning, seeing and feeling her up close in such an intimate
fashion. It was
happening almost like it did with Mindy. I sat on the edge of the bed,
while Polly
stood quietly in front of me. She watched me through heavy lidded, half
closed eyes.
Her lips parted just enough to show the tip of her tongue peeking out. She
had a
submissive, expectant look about her that I found energizing. She was
completely under
my control. I could do anything and she would not object. Such a
precious, beautiful
child. I steadied her with an arm around her waist, my hand lightly
resting on her
naked hip. My other hand slid down her stomach, over the mound of her
pussy. Well
practiced now, I knew what I could do. Unhesitatingly, I gently probed
inside her,
while watching her face for a reaction. She began to take on a dreamy,
detached look.
The outer lips of her cunt were firm and smooth. Inside she was soft and
warm. Working
my finger around the interior walls of her vagina brought on moisture. She
was smaller
and tighter than Mindy. My middle finger just barely made it all the way
in before
coming up against the back wall of her opening. Fucking her would not be
easy. I'd
have to put it off until she was a little older.
I could not come away with nothing, though. I would taste that delicious
looking,
little cunt. Carefully, I picked Polly up in my arms and laid her on the
bed.
Spreading her legs, I kneeled and brought my face up close. What a sight!
A lovely,
nine-year old, virgin, never before touched by man. Not having bathed yet,
that
evening, the scent of her pussy was strong. She gave off a heady, musky
odor, that I
found intoxicating. I brought my mouth to her opening and kissed the
chubby, young
pussy lips. My tongue could not wait to go inside and lick her.
That was about all there was to it. After a few minutes of this, and with
great
reluctance, I pulled her pants up and had her slip into her pajamas. I
didn't show
myself to her or have her touch me in any way. After another soft kiss on
the mouth, I
stuffed her into bed. As I was walking away she spoke. "Goodnight, daddy."
I didn't go after Polly near as often as I did Mindy, and for a long time
it was just
kissing and touching. I was pretty sure my lovely little girl was too
small to fuck
and I didn't want to get myself so worked up that I would hurt her. When
she got older
things would be different. Then too, Mindy and I were really rolling and
there often
wasn't much incentive for me to do anything with her sister. Eventually, I
did show
Polly my cock, though. Once I started playing around with her, there was
no way I
could deny myself this treat.
Funny. I'd always made sure I was alone with either girl before I touched
her. Still,
over the months I began to suspect that each girl knew I was fooling
around with the
other. Whether they'd confided in each other or simply spied on me I don't
know. I
never thought to ask.
My tale here is not about Polly, so I won't give you a lot more of what
happened. For
now it's enough for you to know that she didn't remain untouched. This is
really
Mindy's story and I want to tell you about her.
With thoughts of Vanessa still strong in my mind, I made a quick tour of
the house to
make sure all the doors were locked, and then headed to Mindy's room. My
cock stood up
to attention as I climbed the stairs. Mindy glanced around when I walked
in, and
turned back to her work. She was at her personal computer, checking for
E-mail from
her friends. Most of the kids she knew had computers and they often
corresponded with
each other this way.
Walking up behind her, I gently massaged her neck and shoulders She was so
graceful
and slender. You could feel her thin, light bones through the flesh. I
didn't think
I'd ever get enough of touching her. She didn't say a word and kept on
typing.
Our relationship had deepened. We were at the point, where I had only to
touch her or
look at her in a certain way, and she knew what I wanted. It wasn't
necessary to go
through a long seduction. Oh, at times I would play around with her and
work up to it
really slow, but at other times, like now, I'd be in a rush and we would
go right into
it.
With an easy familiarity, I let my hands slide down over her chest to cup
her breasts.
Mindy wasn't quite as well developed as her friend, but there was more to
her tits now
than there had been the previous summer. They were getting to be like
little lemons on
her, and I loved to play with them. "One of your friends was just here."
Mindy stopped typing but left her hands resting on the keyboard. "Who was
it?"
Undoing the buttons on her blouse, I reached inside. "It was Vanessa. She
was selling
candy for the school band."
Unmoving, she allowed me to explore inside her clothes. It was
electrifying to feel
her smooth, bare skin. I could hardly wait to get into it with her.
"Yeah. She told me she'd be coming by for that. I was hoping to catch her.
I wanted to
talk to her about something."
Leaning over I buried my face in Mindy's neck. My hands were inside her
bra. "She's a
pretty girl. I'd never noticed before how pretty she is."
Mindy stiffened her neck a little as a chill of excitement raced through
her. Good. I
had her going. We'd be doing it, soon.
"Mmmm . . . You think she's pretty?"
With my hands still inside her bra, I made a move to stand up. "Yes, I do
. . . Let's
get on the bed." She followed and we quickly stretched out in each others
arms.
I could sense the nervous energy building in Mindy. It came easily to her
now. We'd
been doing it long enough that she was used to my ways. Also, I hadn't
touched her in
over a week, and we were both eager for it. We kissed, and while we did I
pulled her
blouse open. I had to break off in order to slide her jeans and panties
down. That was
it. There wasn't time to get naked. We'd done it this way before and Mindy
knew how it
worked. She helped me pull her clothing away, and then mine. Like
well-rehearsed
actors, our moves were smooth and quick.
Within a minute or so after lying on the bed we were on our way. Mindy had
yet to
sprout hair between her legs, and the outer lips of her cunt still had
that firm,
smooth feel that you only get in a young girl. For just a moment or two I
finger
banged her. She started to lubricate so I brought my cock around. Mindy's
pussy was
still tight, almost as much as when I'd first fucked her. Ever so gently I
pushed
into her. It pinched a bit but it was a joyful pain. Mindy liked me to get
up inside
her in a certain way. As I pushed in, she would roll her ass and flex her
legs,
working my cock into her sweet spot. These moves of hers were very
stimulating, and on
more than one occasion I'd shot my load into her before we'd really got
started. I had
to restrain myself so as not to pop off too soon.
To help stave off an early ejaculation I continued our conversation. "How
well do you
know Vanessa?"
I loved it. We were as intimate as two people can be and were still
carrying on a
discussion. "Well, we're in the same grade at school and she lives over on
the next
block."
When we were positioned together just right, we began to fuck. Slowly, at
first, then
faster and faster as the sweet pleasure overwhelmed us. "Do you know if
she's still a
virgin?"
Once we got going, Mindy liked to close her eyes, but she kept up the
conversation.
"Why do you want to know?"
Interesting. She seemed to have the answer to my question but she was
reluctant to
pass it on. "If you'd seen the way she was dressed today, you'd know why.
Is she a
virgin?"
".......I don't think so."
That grabbed me. Knowing that someone had fucked that juicy, little wench
sent chills
racing through me. I wondered who the lucky guy was. With a painful stab
of envy, I
pictured some pimple faced, young geek bouncing her ass off a mattress.
Did he know
what he had? Did he realize what a treasure the girl was? What a waste.
Pussy like
that was meant for someone older, and more experienced. Someone like me. I
was banging
into Mindy harder and harder. It wouldn't be long now. "Who does it to
her? Does she
have a boyfriend at school?"
It was becoming hard for Mindy to talk. She was on the verge of an orgasm.
"I . . .don't think it's a boy . . . I think it's somebody, uh, older
than . . .
her!"
Under the circumstances, the significance of her remark didn't register
with me. I
was coming. In quick succession I fired several huge gobs of semen into
Mindy's cunt.
It bubbled out onto our thighs as I pressed into her. It was quick, but
oh, so
satisfying. God, she was good!
We had also breached another taboo. It was now OK to discuss the sex lives
of Mindy's
girlfriends and for one of them, at least, there was definitely something
to talk
about.
It was tempting to just lie there, and hold Mindy in my arms but the
others in the
family would be returning home soon; and we had to clean up.
"Do you know who it is that's doing it to Vanessa?" I was dying to find
out.
From the look on Mindy's face I could tell that she knew. I saw something
else, too.
Maybe people really can read each other's minds. You know how that is? You
look at
someone and you know exactly what they're thinking. At that moment I
realized that
Mindy and Vanessa had been exchanging information. That cute blond knew
about Mindy
and me. She had come into the house, alone, looking like she did and
knowing that I
liked young girls. That was either very bold or very foolish. How could
she know I
wouldn't do it to her? It was a stimulating thought, but then a chill of
fear went
through me. Nobody was supposed to know what Mindy and I were doing. I'd
made it clear
that this business was to be our secret.
"Yes . . . She told me."
It was slow going but I had to know. "Tell me. Who's doing it to her?"
"It's her father."
She might as well have hit me with a baseball bat. "She . . . They're
like us?"
"Yes."
From waagh@aol.com Wed Feb 12 03:07:07 1997
I`M NOT THE AUTHOR. I`M JUST REPOSTING.
Here's the standard disclaimer - if you are under 18 or if it is 21
where you live or if it is illegal for you to read this then don't -
Go away. If you are offended by explicit sex, then go away.
Otherwise, enjoy.
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J-Girls 06/13 - Come on Everybody, Let's Dance
I knew I wasn't the only man in the world having sex with his daughter.
Although I'd never come across any data on the subject, you heard enough
stories to conclude that it wasn't all that unusual. Still, it shocked me
to
learn that someone right there in our neighborhood was doing it, too. What
really got to me though, was that Mindy had broken an important rule,
perhaps
the most important rule I'd ever laid down for her. What to do about it?
For
sure I couldn't punish her. How would I ever justify such a thing to Sue?
What was done was done. All I could do now was find out how far the
information had spread and then wait for the storm to break. Once Sue
found
out, I'd be in big trouble.
"You're sure about this? She actually told you that her father was doing
it
to her?"
"Yes."
"And you told her about us, didn't you?"
Mindy turned her eyes down, not wanting to look at me. "Yes."
"God damn it!" There was absolutely nothing I could do and that, more than
anything else, was fueling my anger. "Why in hell did you tell her? Do you
realize we could be in a lot of trouble? Do you want to see me in jail?"
She was scared stiff and started to cry. It nearly killed me. We'd just
had
intercourse. Her jeans and panties were still down around her knees, my
semen
was drying on her and she was bawling like a baby. My anger melted away
and I
just held her in my arms. Eventually, she cried herself out and we just
lay
there, together, not saying anything.
Finally. "We better get things straightened up. Mom and the kids will be
home
soon . . . Come on, babe. Don't cry anymore. It'll be all right. I'm sorry
I
shouted at you . . . Please forgive me."
"OK."
Mindy ducked into the bathroom to clean herself up and I straightened up
the
bed. Fine. No one would suspect what had just gone on in here. Maybe I
would
get caught but I wasn't going to leave any evidence around to help them
convict me.
I was in a hurry as I waited in the hall for Mindy to come out of the
bathroom. "Let's go downstairs. I want to know exactly what you told
Vanessa,
but I don't want Mom to see us up here."
Mindy followed me down to the family room where I turned on the TV. We
weren't going to watch it, but it made a good excuse for us to be together
in
the room. I was concerned about appearances. On several occasions Sue had
walked in when Mindy and I were together and my wife had given us a funny
look. We hadn't been doing anything but it must have looked odd to Sue.
She
remarked that Mindy and I seemed to be spending a lot of time together and
wasn't it nice that the girl and I got along so well. Unless Mindy had
told
her, Sue didn't know what we were up to, but I believed her suspicions had
been aroused.
"Now. Tell me. How many people have you talked to about us?"
"Nobody but Vanessa . . . and I don't think she's told anyone else."
"How can you be sure? This is supposed to be our secret. Not even Mom is
supposed to know."
"I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't think . . . She caught me off guard and I was
confused."
"OK. Tell me what happened."
"Well, remember that weekend it snowed, and I spent the night at her
house?"
That was good news, of a sort. Mindy had let the cat out of the bag months
ago and there hadn't been any repercussions. Maybe it would be all right,
after all. The memory clicked into place. I recalled the weekend and the
snow
bunny who came around to get Mindy. Of course, it was Vanessa, but on that
cold, blustery day I had no idea what she was hiding under her clothes.
She
seemed like just another kid in the neighborhood and I didn't pay much
attention to her. Besides, it was right after Christmas, and quite early
in
my affair with Mindy. At the time I only had eyes for her. Any other girl
would have had to be naked before I'd noticed her.
Then, the rest of the picture began to fill in for me. Mindy and this girl
were close friends. I hadn't realized it until now. I began to recall
other
times when Vanessa had been around the house. She just seemed like another
cute kid and I didn't pay any particular attention to her. What a dummy
I'd
been. If Mindy wasn't talking to Vanessa she'd be talking about her. Mindy
associated with lots of girls, of course, but it was more Vanessa than
anyone
else. Mindy must have mentioned the name Vanessa dozens of times in
conversations and I had simply tuned her out. It was Mindy's other life
stuff, her little girl stuff that until now, I wasn't concerned about. I
guess I was just so wrapped up in my own affairs that I was oblivious to
what
Mindy was doing with herself. An error that wouldn't be repeated.
"Yeah. Wasn't that something?" It had been a record breaking snowfall and
people were still talking about it.
"Right. Well, Van and I were up in her room. It seemed like it was going
to
snow forever, and we got under the covers to stay warm. Like, we were
talking
about boys and stuff, you know?"
I could imagine. "I know. Go on."
"So. We were talking about boys and, uh . . . like, about doing it."
The little girl in her had taken over. She looked at me to see how I would
react to this piece of news. In another time and another place I might be
upset at such a disclosure but this was here and now. I said nothing and
just
waited for Mindy to go on. She gave me a funny look.
"Yeah. Right . . . Well I was being really careful, because, like I didn't
want her to catch on that I knew too much. Like, she'd want to know how I
knew all that stuff."
I was flabbergasted. It had never occurred to me that, because of what we
were doing, Mindy had an advantage over her girlfriends. It was likely
that
none of her young friends had the first hand knowledge of sex that Mindy
had.
She realized it, though, and had taken pains not to appear too knowing in
front of them. My admiration for my daughter soared.
Talking to Mindy could sometimes be maddening, though. Like her mother,
she
had a way of not getting right to the point. "So, tell me what happened."
"Well, it was hard, like I said, not letting on what I really knew,
especially with Van. She and I don't have many secrets from each other.
She's
my best friend. Like she tells me everything that happens to her and I
tell
her everything that happens to me. If a boy kisses her it's like I'm there
with her when it happens."
Another scary thought. Did Mindy have a boyfriend? Was some kid from up
the
street sharing my sugar?
"So, then we started playing this game. It's silly but we do it a lot. We
take turns mentioning a boy's name and the other person has to say if she
likes him or not. We would say `cute', `real cute' or `no cute'. We were
working through all the boys we knew from school and around the
neighborhood.
Sometimes I'd mention the name of a really nice boy and Van would make
this
deep growl sound in her throat and roll her hips around, like this."
Mindy gave a quick demonstration. "You know what this means, don't you?"
"Perfectly." It was a provocative gesture and there was no doubt about the
meaning. It was fascinating to learn what young girls did when they
thought
no adults were around.
"Well, I knew what it meant, too. Van never did that before but it didn't
surprise me when she did. Right from the first time I met her she seemed a
little crazy. Know what I mean? And then . . . after a while it got funny
and
I started to giggle. Pretty soon she was doing it no matter what boy's
name I
said, you know, just to make me laugh, and then we were both laughing. We
had
just about run out of boys we knew when all of a sudden Van said, `Your
father.' That caught me by surprise. I got scared because I thought that
somehow she'd figured out what you and I were doing."
"And that's how you got onto the subject?"
"Uh, yeah, except there's a little more to it . . . If I tell you, will
you
promise not to get mad at me?"
She had me. "Go ahead. It can't be any worse than what I've already
heard."
Mindy flashed me a `wanna bet?' smile and I knew I was about to be taken
for
a ride. I wondered where Sue and the girls were. They should have been
home
by now.
"Well, I figured that she's just being silly. Only when I didn't laugh,
Van
got this real serious look and she said, `What's wrong? I can't mention
your
father?' I guess I must have looked like my teeth were about to drop out,
or
something. Anyway, that's when she told me."
"What exactly did she say? How did she put it?"
"She said that you were `real cute', you know, our little game . . . and
that
you could do it to her anytime you wanted."
Can you spell SHOCK? "She actually said that?"
"Yep . . . "
"Jesus Christ!" I seldom swore in front of Mindy but she had blown me away
with her story.
"There's more. I have to tell you everything, now."
"Go on, but be quick. Your mom will be here, soon"
"Right. Then she told me that her dad thought I was cute and that he
wanted
to do it to me!"
"Whoa!" I didn't like the sound of that, at all. "Has he ever touched you,
any way at all?"
"No dad. He hasn't. Whenever I go over there, he's very nice to me but
nothing has ever happened between us. After Van told me, it was kind of
weird. I was embarrassed to be around him, knowing that he wanted to do it
to
me. I was even a little scared . . . It's OK now, though. Like I said,
nothing has happened and I'm used to it. I don't much think about it
anymore.
He's really very nice."
I absolutely had never heard such a story before in my life. Maybe you
haven't either but I assure you it's true. This stuff really happened. If
the
house had caught fire, I wouldn't have let Mindy break off her
strange tale. I had to know everything, now.
"So, what happened then? What else did she say?"
"Well, I can't remember the exact words. See, I was nervous talking about
it
because of us. I was afraid I'd say the wrong thing and Van would figure
out
that we were doing it. Anyway, up to this point she'd only said that she
liked you and that her father was interested in me. That's all. So then I
asked her if she'd ever actually done it with someone, and she said `Yes'.
So
naturally, I had to know, and I asked her who with. That's when she told
me
it was her father."
I felt like my teeth were going to drop out. What a story! "So then, you
told
her about us?"
"Well, not right away. Van put her face right up to mine and told me that
I
was never to reveal what I was hearing from her. She told me some more
stuff,
and then made me promise to keep it a secret. So far you're the only one
I've
ever told . . . "
She paused to catch her breath and went on. "Anyway, that's when I told
her!
See, she told me all this stuff about her and her dad, and then she asked
me
if I'd ever done it. Well, I didn't know what to say and she was looking
at
me kind of funny, like she already knew about us but she was just waiting
for
me to say it. That's when it came out. I didn't want to tell her but I
couldn't help myself."
"Do you think she's told anyone else about this?"
"I really don't think so, Dad. I don't think you have to worry about Van."
"Well, I am worried . . . and what other stuff did she tell you?"
Now came another bombshell.
"Uh, do you really want to know?"
After a response like that, what else could I do? Staring at Mindy, I
waited.
After what I'd just heard, nothing could be more shocking.
"Van told me that she's also done it with some other dads."
"You mean boys, don't you? She's done it with other boys?"
"No, dad. Van's done it with other dads."
Was that an atomic bomb I just heard go off?
"She's done it with some other men, men that her father knows."
This was getting stranger and stranger. I absolutely could not believe
what I
was hearing. "You're not getting away, now, until I know everything. I
want
the whole story."
"Well, there isn't much more. I've told you just about everything I know.
Van
said she really wasn't supposed to talk about it, and she didn't give me
much
information, anyway. She told me that her and her father sometimes go to
this
place, and there are other girls there with their fathers, and . . . well,
.
. . they all kind of, do it . . . I guess. She's been there a couple of
times since last winter. It's always on a weekend and they usually stay
overnight. When they go away she tells me that it's one of those special
times but that's about it. Sometimes I don't even know she's going. I'll
call
her and she won't be home, and then she'll tell me later that she was away
for a special weekend with her dad.
From waagh@aol.com Wed Feb 12 03:11:41 1997
I`M NOT THE AUTHOR. I`M JUST REPOSTING.
Here's the standard disclaimer - if you are under 18 or if it is 21
where you live or if it is illegal for you to read this then don't -
Go away. If you are offended by explicit sex, then go away.
Otherwise, enjoy.
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J-Girls 07/13 - Rock Around The Clock
Have you ever been so confused you couldn't think straight? I certainly
was. Fooling around with underage girls was a lot more exciting, and more
perplexing than I'd ever imagined. After Mindy's bombshell went off I
didn't know if I was coming or going. Thank God the next day was Saturday
and I didn't have to go in to the office. I'd already planned to work on
the yard and this gave me an opportunity to be outside, alone, and think
about what had happened. That night, I fell asleep with my arms around
Sue, but my thoughts were of Vanessa.
Can you imagine? My assumptions about that juicy little wench were
correct. I had suspected that she was sexually active, and was she ever!
Not only that but my name was on her dance card. At least, it had been.
Who knew what would happen, now? Maybe she'd change her mind. If she was
still interested, how could I arrange to get with her? Where could I take
her to do it? Damn! It was maddening to know I had been so close.
And then there was the matter of her father. I hadn't made up my mind what
to do about that situation, yet. This guy, whom I'd never met, had not
only humped his daughter, he wanted to do it to mine. What really floored
me was that he supposedly made Vanessa available to other men in exchange
for a fling with their daughters. At least, that was the case if I could
believe Mindy. So far, all I knew had come from these children, and
actually, only from Mindy. I had no direct evidence that any of this was
true. It would be nice if I had something to back up Mindy's story.
Whether it was true or not, I wondered what this Baldwin guy would say if
he knew his daughter had offered herself to me. It seemed that things were
slipping out of my control. I was being swept along by the flood of events
and I couldn't imagine where it was all going.
As that Saturday wore on, I busied myself in the yard, raking leaves,
spreading mulch and fertilizer and turning these ideas over in my head.
Down in the pit of my stomach there was a knot of fear. I was on dangerous
ground. By Mindy's admission, at least one person knew I was fooling
around with her, and there could be others. It sounded to me like Vanessa
had an intimate relationship with her father. I had a feeling that she
didn't keep many secrets from him. If Vanessa knew about Mindy and me, so
did Vanessa's father.
There could be others, too. Thinking about it made me dizzy! There was
some kind of pussy exchange operating, it involved underage girls and the
Baldwins were part of it. How many people were mixed up in this thing? How
many different men had gone to bed with Vanessa? She was so young. Somehow
I couldn't picture it. I wondered if any of Mindy's other young friends
were in on it. There were several girls she knew that interested me. How
did you set up something like this? Did you just walk up to some guy and
say `Hi, I like your daughter. Would you like to trade?' How else could
you put it?
Then I wondered where they did it. I pictured Vanessa and her dad driving
to a motel to meet another father-daughter couple. They would take
adjoining rooms. You know, the kind with the door inside so you can pass
back and forth from one suite to the other. No one outside would know who
was sleeping with who. Pretty soon I was fantasizing about Mindy and me
going away for a weekend with them. Wow! This was the first time carrying
a bag of grass seed gave me an erection.
Throughout the day I kept bouncing ideas back and forth, trying to make
some sense out of what was going on. Vanessa, the little vixen with drop
dead looks, wanted me to take her pants down. It was an offer I didn't
think I would refuse. Most men probably would not go near a girl her age,
no matter how sexy she was. She had jail bait written all over her. If
what I had been told was correct, though, I didn't have to worry about
that.
There was something else here, too. No one had put it into words, but this
whole thing revolved around Mindy. I had a feeling that if I so much as
put a hand on Vanessa, her father would come around looking for a pay
back. Could I let it happen? Was Vanessa worth it? What to do? How to
resolve this? Maybe the guy had already done something with Mindy. Maybe
Vanessa told him about me touching her and he figured it was okay to go
after Mindy.
Towards the end of the day, just as I was finishing up in the yard, the
two girls came walking up to the house. We were having crazy weather that
April. The day before had been almost like summer. Now it was seasonably
cool again and the girls were dressed for it in blue jeans and sweat
shirts. Vanessa didn't look as provocative as the last time I'd seen
her. Still, with that pretty face and long, blonde hair hanging over her
shoulders, and that round little ass outlined through the tight jeans, she
presented a striking appearance. Damn, she was pretty! How did I not
notice her sooner?
You would have thought the two girls were sisters; their outfits looked
that much alike. Did they go shopping together? Asking myself that
question and seeing them together made me realize that a lot was going on
between these two girls. More than I'd realized and, perhaps, more than
Mindy had already told me.
To a stranger, they must have looked like any other kids you might see
walking around town. A couple of pretty girls who had yet to learn about
life. Looks certainly were deceiving. You never knew what people had been
doing.
The girls waved at me, said hello, and went on towards the house. I eyed
both of them, enjoying the sight of their little asses, packed into their
jeans. Mindy, God bless her, was fine, but Vanessa had a shape that
belonged on an older girl. How did a kid her age get a body like that? If
I ever did get my hands on her, I was going to bury my face between her
legs and lick her raw. It seemed to me that if you wanted to explain
`eating pussy' in an encyclopedia, you would only have to show a picture
of Vanessa.
My work in the yard was nearly done. I was about to go in the house when
the two girls came out again.
"Dad?"
"Mmmm?"
"We're going over to Vanessa's. I'm going to eat supper there. Tell mom.
Okay?"
"OK. When will you be home?"
"I'm not sure. Van said her father would ride me home if it's too late.
Okay?"
I had no answer for that. It shocked me to think that Mindy would be
riding around with a man who wanted to fuck her. The girls probably took
the dumb look on my face as a sign of agreement. Vanessa gave me what I
suppose you could call a "knowing smile" and then they turned and headed
down the block. Before I could do or say anything, they were out of sight.
For a moment I felt a flash of anger. It seemed that those girls were far
too wise for their years. How did things get like this? What had happened
to the little girl I used to call `Mindy'? My daughter was acting way too
grown up for my liking, and her hot, little friend was even worse. Yeah.
More and more, Mindy was treating me like an equal instead of her father.
What to do? Maybe I could order her to stop seeing Vanessa because she was
a "bad influence". The silliness of that idea quickly became apparent.
Things were too far along for such a childish remedy. Like it or not I'd
have to deal with Mindy as though she were a grown-up. For in many ways
that's what she was.
Not long after I went in the house, Sue came back from shopping with Polly
and Suzy in tow. We put the groceries away and prepared our supper.
As we were eating, Sue dropped an amazing piece of information. Our local
school system had a foreign student exchange program. School kids from
overseas would come here for a year and stay with a host family. During
this time they would attend one of our schools and, in effect, be American
for a year. Some of our students also traveled to foreign countries and
did the same thing. It only operated at the high school level and I
wondered why Sue was even bringing it up. We had no room for an exchange
student and Mindy was still in the sixth grade.
Then it all fell into place. In order to promote the program, our school
system was advocating that local students exchange places with each other
for a week. Students would go live with the parents of one of their
friends to see what it was like. The foreign exchange program was only for
high school kids but this local tryout was being extended to kids in
middle school. Mindy and Vanessa wanted to trade families for a week.
Mindy would spend a week at Vanessa's house, and she in turn would stay
here. Wow!
I almost choked on the food in my mouth. Sue got a scared look on her face
and started patting me on the back and trying to force a glass of water on
me.
Well, nothing like that was going to happen. At least not until I'd had a
long talk with Mindy, and maybe with Vanessa, as well.
You see, except when we were alone and even then most of the time, Mindy
and I acted just like what we really were. Father and daughter. We didn't
sneak around grabbing and kissing each other every chance we got. In fact,
we almost never acknowledged in any way that we were having a sexual
affair. Sometimes two or three weeks would go by and nothing would happen
between us. Then we'd do it and there would be another dry spell. On
several occasions we had a hot streak where we'd go at it every day for
two or three days, and there were even a couple of times when we did it
twice a day, but this was unusual. No matter what, we never talked about
it. There were no secret winks or holding hands under the table, or
anything that would give away our little secret. Our public behavior
towards each other was all very proper and discreet.
Anyway, on the next day, Sunday, I couldn't wait any longer. Sue thought
it unusual but Mindy and I went for a walk.
As soon as we were away from the house, I got right into it. "Darling, I
want to talk about this exchange program. Are you sure you want to do
this? After what you told me the other day, this could be serious. You
know that don't you? "
We headed down the street toward a small park at the corner. "Yes, dad. I
know what it means. I'll be sleeping at Van's house for a week and she'll
be sleeping at our house . . . What's the problem?"
For a moment I wondered if she understood anything of what she'd told me.
"Uh, you do remember what we talked about last Friday? That stuff about
Vanessa and her father?"
"Yeah, I remember."
Mindy was being just a little too cute to suit me. I started to get angry.
"Come on, Min. You're acting like there's nothing to it. You know what I'm
getting at. You told me Vanessa's father has the hots for you and you want
to stay overnight in his house?"
"Oh, that."
"Yeah, that!"
"Well, Vanessa will be staying at our house."
I was really getting upset. "So what?"
Mindy was a lot more clever than I'd given her credit for. Like a master
tactician she had maneuvered me into a box. "Well, you've got eyes for her
and this way you can do something about it."
Now it was my turn to act coy. "What, exactly, does that mean?"
"She told me what happened when she came by the house the other day. . .
the way you were looking at her and all. . . Oh, and feeling her butt. You
better be careful about that kind of stuff. My other friends aren't like
Van. If you try that with one of them you'll be in big trouble."
Talk about strange. I felt like a little boy getting a morality lecture
from his mother. "I see."
Mindy knew she had scored her point. "I guess you do. So, is it OK?"
She had me but somehow I had to regain control. My eleven-year old
daughter was manipulating me like I was the village idiot.
"I'm not sure. This is serious stuff, for both of us. You do understand
that if you go over there he may just try something with you?"
Actually, I didn't know what he might do because I'd never met the man. I
was speculating on his behavior, based on what I would do in such a
situation. However, Mindy, my little bomb thrower, cleared up that mystery
right away.
"To tell you the truth, I expect he will. Nick's been giving me the eye
for some time. He's never touched me but I can tell what he's thinking
from the way he looks at me. It's probably the same way you looked at
Vanessa the other day."
"So that's his name, Nick . . . and you call him by his first name?"
"He asked me to call him that. He said that when I called him `Mr.
Baldwin', it made him feel old."
I could relate to that. "And it doesn't bother you, that he's going to try
something?"
"Well, no . . . it doesn't. I've been thinking about this for a long time
and I guess I've gotten used to the idea."
I was floored to hear this disclosure. Mindy could see the shock on my
face and she took on a more sympathetic tone. " You see, this is really
Van's idea. She's been after me for some time to trade, for her and I to
take each other's place. At first I didn't want to do it, but lately I've
been changing my mind. I guess she's talked me into it, and now, with this
exchange program and all . . . Well . . . It's kinda neat, don't you
think?"
I was getting the feeling that this couldn't be really happening. It
didn't seem possible that I could be having this kind of conversation with
my own daughter. "Well, I'm not ready to agree. I don't like the idea of
you being with someone else, especially someone I don't even know."
My reluctance was obviously threatening plans that Mindy had already made.
"Daad. You'll have Vanessa! I know you'll like her . . . I've seen her
naked."
Was this really my little girl, offering me the body of her lovely, young
friend, or was I talking to someone who just looked like Mindy? Whatever,
I was weakening. I wouldn't have minded one bit, taking on Vanessa; but I
didn't want to give up Mindy in exchange.
"It sounds like you and Vanessa have everything worked out. I'm just sort
of along for the ride. Is Vanessa going to tell her father or are you just
going to show up over there?"
Mindy could see I was coming around and this made her more determined than
ever to win her case. It was vintage Mindy and she was giving me her best
shot. "No dad, Vanessa has asked both her parents and they've agreed to
the exchange. Lot's of kids are doing it. I'll even have to write a school
report on my experience."
I would certainly read that report before it left the house. She went on.
"We're all going to meet, too. Van said her parents want us to come over
next weekend so everybody can get acquainted, you, me, mom and the girls.
She also talked to her dad and he understands that you and her might get
into it. He said he doesn't mind as long as I'm with him. He's willing if
you are."
You would have thought by now I'd be shock proof. This piece of news sent
me reeling. My daughter was actually setting me up with one of her
friends. What in hell would come next?
"I'll be honest with you, hon. I do like your friend. She's very nice, and
I would like to do it to her. It's just that I don't like the idea of you
going with another man."
"It'll be okay, dad. He's always been pleasant and easy going with me. I'm
not worried. . .and Van said that if we go through with this, they want us
to join the JSC. She thinks we'll fit right in and from what she's told me
it sounds really great. I really want to do it, please?"
"What's the JSC?"
"Oh. That stands for Junior Sex Club. You know, those special weekends
that Van and Nick go on. They want us to join. It's what the girls call
it. There's another name but Van said she couldn't remember what it is."
"So, all that stuff is true and they're asking us to get into it with
them?"
"Yep . . ."
My curiosity about the sex club and my lust for Vanessa were getting the
better of me. Also, Mindy's charm and magic were working on me. I could
feel myself being drawn in and I knew it was going to happen. Mindy had
already decided and that was usually enough. This time wouldn't be any
different.
So, that's how my daughter Mindy and I came to be members of the "J". I
found out later that the girls generally called it that, instead of the
"JSC". It was both a further abbreviation of the initials and a takeoff on
"Y" for "YMCA". Instead of going to the "Y", these girls would go to the
"J". There was another, sort of official name, that the men used, but I'm
getting ahead of my story, again.
From waagh@aol.com Wed Feb 12 03:12:42 1997
I`M NOT THE AUTHOR. I`M JUST REPOSTING.
Here's the standard disclaimer - if you are under 18 or if it is 21
where you live or if it is illegal for you to read this then don't -
Go away. If you are offended by explicit sex, then go away.
Otherwise, enjoy.
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J-Girls 08/13 - Getting To Know You
It rained most of that week, it was April, but the following weekend's
weather turned out to be just fine. On Saturday afternoon the Danvers
tribe
loaded up into our van and we headed for the Baldwins. Actually, we could
have walked but I didn't completely trust the weather. The Baldwin's house
was a little bigger than the one Sue and I had. We were doing OK in the
money
department, but the Baldwins apparently had hit the big time. The house
was loaded
with expensive furniture and they had a big swimming pool in the backyard.
The pool
hadn't been opened for the season, yet, but we ended up out there, anyway.
There was a
grill going for cooking and we had music from the stereo and comfortable
chairs
scattered around.
I was interested to learn that Vanessa had a beautiful, older sister,
just
turned sixteen. She was tall, well developed and, like her sister, had
blond
hair. Nicole, that was her name, didn't stay around for the get-together.
Too
bad. She was really nice to look at, and I wondered if she was available.
Everyone else seemed to be. Shortly after the introductions, she took
off. I
saw her drive away in a late model sports car and Mindy whispered to me
that
it was a J car. Funny, it looked like a Corvette to me, but I couldn't
tell
for sure. What in hell was a "J" car, anyway and where did a 16 year-old
girl
get one? It looked awfully expensive, whatever it was. I was dying to find
out but this didn't seem to be either the time or place to question Mindy
about it.
Vanessa was modestly dressed. She was wearing baggy, knee length shorts
and a floppy,
oversized blouse. There was no hiding her good looks but she seemed, how
shall I say
it, normal. I didn't get that impression of hot-blooded, ready-for-sex
sensuality she
had projected earlier. She even behaved different. There was none of the
firecracker
vitality I'd come to expect. I could see now how I might have overlooked
her in the
past. She was a talented, little actress.
Her mother, Jill, was a pleasant, matronly, suburban housewife with
fading good
looks. I estimated her age as being somewhere in her late thirties. No
doubt, in high
school and college Jill was a real looker, but time was taking its toll on
her.
Vanessa's father, Nick Baldwin, had to have been at least as old as his
wife but he
didn't look it. At least not from a distance. At first I thought he was a
neighbor or
a relative of the family. His trim, athletic build was suggestive of an
active,
energetic lifestyle. I could see where any woman, or even a girl, would
consider him
attractive and it pained me to think that Mindy had chosen someone so
obviously good
looking to have sex with. It told me volumes about the way she looked at
the world and
men, and how she must have felt about what we were doing. Up close, I
could see some
lines in his face that gave away his true age, but I had to admit that he
was a
handsome devil.
I couldn't tell how the others felt, but I was puzzled and just a little
uneasy. Here
was this guy who specialized in underage girls, my daughter was next on
his list and
he acted just like any other guy in the neighborhood. Anyone not knowing
what I knew
about him would never suspect what was going on. In fact, I briefly
wondered if
everything Mindy had said was really true. In that setting it didn't seem
possible.
The girls, Polly and Suzy included, drifted off into the house. The four
of us, Sue
and me and Baldwin and his wife, sat around discussing events in the
neighborhood and
in our fair city, just like any other gathering of neighbors and friends.
In spite of my misgivings about him putting his hands on Mindy, I began to
warm up to
this Nick character. He was interesting, and except for his strange hobby,
which I of
course sort of shared with him, he was a regular guy. He even told a few
jokes and
they were actually funny. This would be Mindy's first time having sex with
anyone but
me, and I suppose if she wanted it to be with this guy, well, she could
have done a
lot worse.
Things were going along quite well. Nick had put out a big tub of cold
beer and soft
drinks and after a few brews I began to feel more relaxed. There was a
lull in the
conversation and I was about to make a trip to the toilet when Nick
inquired about the
coming week's changeover.
"So tell me, Jack. Do you think you'll be able to handle Vanessa for a
week?"
Now there was a loaded question, if ever I heard one. I still wasn't
completely sure
if everything I'd been told was true. There was a nagging doubt in the
back of my mind
about Mindy's information. If the women hadn't been there, and if I'd had
a few more
beers, I think I would have had a frank discussion with this guy about
what was going
to happen. Instead, I very carefully offered a response that I thought
would pass
unnoticed by the women but that Nick would understand. I wasn't sure about
Nick's wife
but so far Sue didn't know what was going on between me and the girls.
"Well, if she's
anything like Mindy, I don't think there'll be a problem."
"Oh, those two girls are more alike than any others I know of. There won't
be any
problems. I'm sure of it. You know, Mindy comes around here a lot. She's
almost like
one of the family. This week's stay with us will kind of make it official.
"
And so it went. Eventually the girls wandered back, we ate and then it was
time to go
home. As we were leaving, Nick shook my hand and in a quiet voice
reassured me. "Don't
worry, Jack. I'll take care good care of your girl and you do the same
with mine."
That was it. Anyone seeing or hearing what went on that day would not be
able to
attach any sinister motives to this exchange of girls. On the surface it
appeared to
be exactly what the school had set up.
The next day, Sunday, it rained again. It was still April. I was as
nervous as a kid
on his first date. There was no football to watch on TV and I'd lost
interest in
baseball, after the strike. Mindy stayed up in her room most of the day,
getting her
things together. Everything she was taking had to be spotlessly clean,
and she was
taking a lot of new stuff, specially purchased for this little expedition.
I stopped
by to see how she was doing, but I felt awkward and couldn't think of
anything
worthwhile to say. When I asked if she had any second thoughts about what
was coming
up, she said no.
About two o'clock that afternoon, Nick Baldwin drove up with Vanessa.
Since it was
still raining they had to run for our front door and I was standing there
to let them
in. It was a confused scene. Nick said he couldn't stay because he had a
business
meeting that evening. He was an officer in a bank.
Our front hall looked like a railroad station. Everybody was milling
around, saying
hello to Vanessa and goodbye to Mindy and trying to get their bags and
stuff going in
the right direction. Suzy kept picking up one of Mindy's bags, trying to
carry it back
upstairs. I gave Mindy a goodbye hug and kiss, and watched her run out to
the car. It
was really coming down so we closed the door and watched her away through
the windows.
When they were out of sight, I turned and gave Vanessa a gentle hug,
kissed her on the
cheek and officially welcomed her to the house. Sue and the girls made a
really big
fuss over her, so there wasn't much opportunity for me to say or do
anything more.
They gathered around her in a babbling crowd, and she gave me a big smile
as they
rushed her up the stairs to show her where she'd be sleeping.
For the rest of the day, and onto into the evening, I was kept pretty much
in the
background. Polly and Suzy played `show and tell' for Vanessa, explaining
where
everything was and how it worked. Even Sue got into it. As for me, I only
had a week
for what I wanted to do and I intended to make the most of it. I'd already
set up my
alibi for that evening, telling Sue I'd be working late in my office and
for her not
to wait up for me. I often did this so it didn't seem unusual.
Everybody finally went to bed but I wasn't sure if they were asleep, yet.
Along about
10:30 I couldn't wait any longer. It was raining like hell outside and I
figured the
noise would cover any sound I might make. Like a cat burglar, I made my
way to Mindy's
bedroom. This wasn't the first time I'd slipped into this room for some
late nigh fun,
but there was a different girl in there, now. As soon as I was inside, I
dropped my
clothes on the floor and crept over to the bed. When I did this with
Mindy, the mere
thought of getting in with her gave me an erection. This time it didn't
happen. My
apprehension about how Vanessa would receive me, sort of held things in
check. Suppose
she screamed, or something? No matter what Mindy had told me, this kid was
only
twelve-years old. If I got caught in bed with her, there was going to be
trouble.
As carefully as I could, I slipped under the covers next to her, and
waited to see
what she would do. Nothing. She was asleep. Well, I hadn't come this far
just to look
at her. Like a snake, creeping up on it's prey, I slowly reached out for
Vanessa.
Mmmm, nice. She was wearing a nightgown and I gently moved my hand around,
feeling her
thin arms and shoulders through the cottony material. Vanessa's long,
shoulder length
hair was spilled all over and around her face. Ever so carefully I
brushed it away
and leaned over to kiss her on the neck. She was sweet, so sweet.
When I kissed her, she moved a bit and let out a soft, mewing sound, kind
of like a
kitten. Oh yeah! This was going to be good.
The bed was familiar territory to me. It was where Mindy slept every
night, and it was
where I'd taken her virginity; not to mention several follow up revelries.
The sheets
still held a faint trace of Mindy's scent, but there was a much stronger
scent from
the girl who now lay sleeping there. She smelled different than Mindy, but
just as
captivating.
The rain had slacked off some but you could still hear it coming down. The
room was
dark, but from the dim light of the street lamp outside I could just make
out the
sleeping girl. Every once in a while there'd be a flash of lightning that
lit up the
whole room, and then, a few seconds later, off in the distance, there
would be an
answering bang of thunder. One of these boomers crashed into the girl's
consciousness
at just the right moment. I could tell that she'd come awake. Then, in a
throaty,
sleepy voice, she spoke. "Is it you, Mr. Danvers?"
Who was she expecting? "Yes," I whispered.
Well, it didn't seem that she was going to scream so I reached out and let
my arms go
around her. She came right to me, all soft and warm, and cuddly and I
exulted in the
feel of her lush, young body close to mine. The contact with her sent a
wake up call
to my cock, too. It came rushing up to full size and I boldly pressed it
against her
through the nightgown. She didn't seem to mind.
For the moment I was content to just lie there and enjoy the luxury of
holding Vanessa
in my arms. She had been on my mind for weeks and now my dreams were about
to come
true. I wanted to savor every moment with her.
From out of the depths of my subconscious a childhood memory floated to
the surface. I
was eleven-years old and lying in bed with my cousin, an older, teen-age
girl. She had
her hands between my legs, playing with me. Back then I wasn't sure what I
was
supposed to do. This wasn't a problem anymore.
My hand slid down Vanessa's back to feel her behind. She moved closer,
pushing her
face into my chest and murmured something that I couldn't understand.
Mindy was right! The girl was for me. I pulled up on the back side of her
nightgown
to get it out of the way. I was going to slip my hand inside her panties,
except she
wasn't wearing any. She was naked under the gown. Sweet Jesus! What an
ass! What a
delightfully smooth, firm little ass she had! She felt so good, so
irresistibly,
fucking good! No wonder it was illegal to fool around with girls her age.
If it wasn't
there wouldn't hardly be a virgin over the age of ten.
It was probably a dopey thing to say but things were fast spinning out of
control for
me. "You're not wearing any pants."
She turned her head up and from the sound of her voice I guessed that she
was puzzled.
"No, I'm not. I thought you'd want it that way . . . They're right there
on the chair.
I can put them on, if you want."
"Oh, no. I like it better this way. In fact, I'd like to get this
nightgown off you,
too."
"Sure. You'll have to help . . ." And with that she raised her arms.
"Pull it over my
head." I had the feeling she'd done this before. When I pulled up on the
nightgown,
she wiggled down and out the bottom, toward the foot of the bed. She kept
right on
sliding down and popped out below my chest. A little ball of delicious,
delightful
nakedness. I reached down to pull her back up and stopped. She had curled
up with her
legs half around mine, and her hands were at my cock. I was paralyzed. No
way was I
going to disturb her. If she wanted to play with my prick it was hers. She
could do
whatever she wanted with it and if she ran out of things to do, I could
suggest
something.
Vanessa was way ahead of me. It wasn't long before I felt her tongue on
the tip of my
prick. Damn! She knew exactly what to do. Next I felt her lips. She was
kissing the
tip of my cock and I was going crazy. I began thrusting myself at her,
wanting to get
more and she accommodated me. Her lips closed around my cock and I was
inside her
mouth. That warm, wet, young girl mouth was stuffed full of my rock hard
erection and
I could not get enough of her. Besides sucking on me for all she was
worth, her little
hand got busy jerking me off.
Deep down inside me, a volcano was getting ready to erupt. In another few
seconds I
was going to blast a load right down her throat. Someone had taken the
time to explain
the finer points of sucking to this young lady. Whether it was her father
or one of
the other men who had bedded her I didn't know, but she had learned the
lesson well.
As wonderful as it was, there was something missing. I wanted to see her
beautiful,
angelic, twelve-year old face while she was doing it to me and I couldn't
do that in
the dark. She'd have to stop. Later, in the daytime when I could watch,
I'd have her
do it again.
Besides, I had to have more contact with her. I had to feel as much of her
at one time
as I could. I needed to wrap my arms and legs around this luscious, little
sixth-grader. She didn't want to break away, she was that far into it. I
had to pull
her up by the hair. As she came up I put my hands on her tits. They were
small, maybe
a little bigger than Mindy's but solid, and nicely rounded. Her nipples
were hard and
standing straight out. Now it was my turn to slide down. I had to taste
them. I had to
find out what they were like. Opening wide, I could get a good bit of one
tit in my
mouth and I spent several minutes, going from one to the other.
She liked it as much as I did. Every so often she'd moan with pleasure
while cradling
my head in her arms.
While I was busy feasting on her tits, my hand slid down across her
stomach and went
between her legs. She was firm and smooth, just like Mindy and Polly, with
no hair. I
was enraptured by what I was coming to recognize as the distinct feel, the
unique
texture of a young girl's cunt. I could also tell she'd been fucked a
number of times,
because it was a lot easier to work my finger into her than with either
Mindy or
Polly. She was all wet and slippery inside, too. This absolutely
delightful, young
creature was ready to screw and I was just the guy to give it to her.
Rolling around in bed with a naked Vanessa was pure pleasure, but it
couldn't go on
much longer. There was a fire raging inside me and only one way to put it
out. I
crawled back up into position so as to fuck her. Eagerly, she reached down
to guide my
cock in, while at the same time, spreading her legs. I wondered just how
many times
she'd done this.
She definitely wasn't a virgin. My prick slid into her with no trouble at
all. It was
still a marvelous sensation. Words cannot describe the way it feels to
have a trim,
sexually aroused twelve-year old underneath you. There's nothing like
underage pussy.
She was an aggressive little thing. From the way she rolled her ass
around, I could
tell that she'd done this many times. She knew exactly how she wanted my
cock inside
her and she wasted no time going for it. As soon as I started fucking her,
she began
moaning and huffing in time to my thrusts. I was afraid Sue would hear. No
way was I
going to stop. I clamped my mouth over Vanessa's to stifle the sound and
her tongue
went into my mouth. Jesus! All this from a little girl. It was
unbelievable.
When I did shoot into her, she started working her arms and legs around
and clawing
at me like she was trying to get inside me. What a reaction! Even after I
finished
pumping my fluid into her, she only
gradually slowed and stopped, finally just hanging onto me. We were both
soaking wet
with sweat and cum all between us.
I wanted to just go off to sleep, with her under me and my cock resting on
the
threshold of that juicy, young cunt. It would be nice to wake up in the
morning, with
her along side me. A little voice inside warned me that this would be
dangerous. With
some regret, I disengaged and started to get up. The girl came back to
life and began
kissing me and cuddling up to me. She didn't want me to leave! "Stay with
me, please."
"I can't, Vanessa. I have to go. Someone could walk in and see us." I had
Sue in mind
for that chore. What would she think? What would she do? I really didn't
want to find
out.
As I raised up out of the bed, Vanessa's arms reached out to me. I leaned
over and
gave her a long, hard kiss on the mouth, and then it was over. I picked up
my clothes
and slipped out the door.
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J-Girls 09/13-Pins and Needles, Needles and Pins
The next morning, I came downstairs to find everyone else already up and
having breakfast. The girls were seated around the kitchen table, talking
and
giggling and stuffing cereal down. Sue was puttering around at the stove.
When I entered the room, Vanessa looked up and gave out with a greeting so
cheery, that the others looked at her instead of me. "Hi, Mr. Danvers."
Everyone seemed normal for that time of day, except Vanessa. She looked
like
she'd just been selected for sainthood, or something. She was literally
glowing and it was plain, at least to me, why this was so. She must have
enjoyed our little get-together much more than I thought, and it still
showed
on her face. Not only that but she gave me such an adoring look that I was
embarrassed. Sue noticed it, too; and I could almost see the questions
forming in her mind.
What could I say? I certainly wasn't going to tell my wife why I thought
the
girl was lit up like a neon sign.
So we got through breakfast and the girls went off to school. As I was
leaving, Sue asked me about Vanessa. I knew she would. "You seem to have
made
quite an impression on our exchange student. What did you do, promise to
get
her out of homework for the rest of the year?"
With a somewhat nervous laugh, I denied having any influence with the
school
board. "No, I didn't."
"Well, she obviously thinks you're special. That was some look she gave
you."
I was trying to make light of it, so as to throw Sue off the scent. She
was
making me nervous with this line of questioning. "Yeah, Well, some of us
have
it and some of us don't. You know how that works."
"I know how it works," she replied. Now what did she mean by that?
Still trying to deflect her questions... "Actually, Mindy told me a couple
of
weeks ago that the girl thought I was nice. Maybe she's got a crush on
me."
"Really? Then I better not leave you two alone. She's very pretty."
Now I was the one with questions. I wanted to dig into this a bit deeper,
to
find out just what Sue was getting at. Was she just trying to be funny, or
did she know something? Sometimes it's better to leave things alone. This
was
one of those times. Ignoring her last remark, I kissed Sue goodbye and
made
my way downtown.
On the drive in to town I reviewed recent events. Things certainly were
different from what they were just a few months ago. Funny. All through
school, and even in college, I wasn't one of those guys who could charm a
girl's pants off just by smiling at her. Until I met Sue, I'd never had
sex
with a girl on a regular basis. It was always a sometime kind of thing,
Nothing you could count on. Now, besides my wife, two lovely young girls
were
at my disposal. Not only that but who knew what was waiting in this JSC
Mindy
had gotten me into? Where pussy was concerned, it seemed I had hit the
jackpot. As if all this were not enough, there was also Polly.
Ah, yes. Polly. By this time, I'd fooled around with her several more
times
and she was turning out to be an interesting little playmate. Pity, I
didn't
have more time for her. How old did a girl have to be before you could do
it
to her, anyway? I'd taken Mindy on her eleventh birthday and I believe I
could have done it to her sooner. Vanessa was a few months older than
Mindy
but with lots more experience. Her father must have broken her in when she
was quite young. Polly would be ten on her next birthday, in September.
Perhaps then I might try her.
It was also around this time that I recognized myself as being hopelessly
obsessed with female children. The lovely, little creatures were like a
rare
wine, that I was coming to appreciate more and more. Sex with a young girl
was nothing like sex with a woman. After doing it with three different
girls,
I could see that despite their similarities, each one offered something
unique. What would it be like to bed more than one at a time?
Such preoccupations were not conducive to safe driving. A near collision,
when I almost missed seeing someone pull out in front of me, was enough to
wake me up. I was near my downtown office and it was time to start
thinking
about the business of the day.
When I returned home early that evening, Sue was just putting the
finishing
touches on our supper. Our first true meal with Vanessa as a member of our
family. It gladdened my heart to have her pretty face smiling at me from
across the table. She ate in small, dainty bites and constantly wiped her
mouth on her napkin. Sue reported on the events of the day, and Polly and
Suzy also made their contribution to the family conversation.
To tell you the truth, Sue could have informed me they'd discovered oil in
our backyard and I wouldn't have been impressed. For me it was more
important to count the number of times Vanessa chewed before swallowing.
Every move she made was worthy of intense scrutiny. There was just a hint
of
an accent in her voice. It sounded sort of British, or was it Scottish? It
wasn't there all the time. Just certain words. I hung on her every
utterance,
waiting to hear that echo from whatever far away paradise she came from.
I brought work home to be finished in my office, but it went untouched. I
could not bear for Vanessa to be out of my sight. Don't ask me what we did
the rest of that evening. I don't remember. Considering Sue's remarks at
breakfast that morning, I did feel it unwise to risk another late night
sojourn to Vanessa's bed.
The week slipped by much faster than I wanted. On the next night I was
late
coming home. An office meeting that seemed never to end, and then the
abominable traffic. Sue had already fed the children and cleaned up the
dishes by the time I made it to the house. A brief hour or so of watching
Vanessa watch TV and that was it. Sue was aware of my interest in the
golden
girl. Every once in awhile I could feel Sue watching me. She had caught
onto
something and was not likely to let it go. That was her way.
Thus, I again decided to hold myself in check. The next day was Wednesday
and
Sue had no business appointments for the rest of that week. It looked like
I'd already had my one and only fling with Vanessa. I was getting
desperate.
On Friday evening we were scheduled to meet at a local pizza parlor.
Everyone
would be there. Over pepperoni and cheese, the girls would be reunited
with
their families.
And so it turned out, because of time and circumstance, that I was unable
to
enjoy Vanessa anymore that week. We did talk a bit, when I could get her
alone, but it was only for a few minutes here and there. Still, these
brief
conversations were informative. She filled me in on the JSC, and then,
later,
in a meeting with her father, I was able to work out the arrangements for
Mindy and I to participate.
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J-Girls 10/13-Party Time
The girls referred to it as the JSC. The men referred to it as the FDA, or
Father-Daughter Association. It was composed of men in their early
thirties to early fifties. Business and professional men who were either
already successful in their chosen careers or who were rising fast.
Ostensibly, and this is the public image they projected, the group had two
purposes. First, it was a social club for men in which they could meet and
in a relaxed, congenial atmosphere, forge lucrative business deals with
each other. Secondly, it was intended to nurture the futures of their
young daughters, by giving them an unique environment to function within.
The girls were encouraged to sit in on business deals to see how such
things were done. It was thought this would prepare them for later on in
life. In all ways, these daughters were carefully looked after and
provided for by the FDA. Many of the girls attended private schools, the
best schools. All of them traveled a lot, to Europe, the Fa!
r East or wherever the business of their fathers might take them. All
along the path of life, doors would be opened for these young women. Doors
that otherwise might not even be there. Nothing was too good for them. If
it could be bought, they had it. It was a strong network of social and
business contacts, and the men and their families, particularly the girls,
flourished inside it. There was a snob appeal about the whole thing which
was deliberately encouraged. They kept their membership small and in order
to get in, you had to be successful. You also had to have a pre-teen age
daughter and be willing to share her with the other men.
For our introduction, Mindy and I had been invited to spend the Memorial
Day weekend at the home of a family called Pelham. The Pelhams lived in
the next county. Their home turned out to be a rather large place with
acres of ground around it. The house stood on a low hill, surrounded by
trees and not easily seen from the road. As the ground sloped away from
the house in all directions, there were more trees. It looked like all
they had was the house and lots of trees. We drove up a long, private
road and came to a huge, steel gate. It was securely anchored between two,
red brick columns, and a rather high brick wall flowed away through the
trees in either direction. The only way in or out was through the gate. It
was closed and no one was around to open it. Then I saw a call box in one
of the brick columns. I pushed the call button and waited. Nothing
happened for a moment or two and I looked around to see if anyone might be
coming down the road from inside. Nothing. No one.!
Then I noticed a TV camera on top of the column. I was being scanned.
Someone inside was watching me. A voice crackled out of the speaker in the
call box.
"Hello. Can I help you?"
"Hi...I'm Jack Danvers. I'm here with my daughter. I'm looking for the
Pelham residence. Is this it?"
"Oh, yes...We're expecting you. I'll open the gate for you. Just drive on
in and follow the road until it forks. The right hand fork leads to the
parking lot and I'll meet you there."
The gate swung open with amazingly little effort or noise, considering how
heavy it must have been. Very expensive, no doubt.
"Here goes, honey," I said, driving through. "Are you ready?"
"Yeah... and just a little bit nervous."
"Everything will be fine, although this is a bit more than I expected." I
looked ahead and marveled at the beauty of the grounds. Lush forest and
underbrush grew densely everywhere, making it impossible for anyone
outside the property to see in more than a few yards. The heavy growth
soon gave way to open park land, dotted with groves of trees. The crown of
the hill bore the roof angles of the large house I'd seen from the road.
Turning right as directed, I pulled to a stop in front of a long garage.
There were about a dozen , or so cars, already there.
Mindy and I stepped out of the car, uncertain as to what we should do.
Coming up the road was a golf cart with two women in it. The woman driving
greeted us. "Hello, Jack and Mindy. Welcome to our home."
The woman who greeted us was attractive but her teen years were long
behind her. The other one, a young girl, was a beauty. They both wore
short, terrycloth robes. I was a little surprised to see a grown woman. My
impression had been that the only adults present would be the fathers of
the girls. Anyway, the young girl was exactly what I expected to see. She
was a beautiful child of about twelve or possibly thirteen, well into
puberty, but not fully grown yet. Her flowing, light, brown hair hung over
her shoulders and down her back, almost to her waist. A few strands of
hair draped in front. Underneath the robe I could make out a small but
interesting bust line. She was breathtaking.
The woman brought the golf cart to a halt and got out. "Hi. I'm Sandy
Pelham, and this is Jill Carr, one of our guests. Welcome to our place.
Mindy, you're every bit as lovely as I've been told. I hope you'll enjoy
your stay here. Are you ready to go?"
"Uh huh."
"Good. Why don't you go with Jill. She'll take you down to the pool.
That's where the other girls are."
Mindy climbed into the golf cart and they were gone.
"Your daughter is very pretty, Jack. You probably won't see much of her
for the rest of the day."
This remark surprised me. "Oh? And why is that?, I asked suspiciously.
"Well," said Sandy Pelham, "there's nothing sinister about it. It's just
that everyone will want to meet her and show her around...but, we'll get
into that later. Why don't you undress and put on one of these robes?"
"...Where can I change?"
"There's a small room inside the garage you can use. Later on... well,
when we all get in the pool we usually go naked. Leave your clothes in the
car. They'll be quite safe there."
"OK. I'll be right back."
After changing, we got into one of the golf carts and Sandy skillfully
guided us through the trees. As we rode I noticed an occasional, small
tent tucked away in the trees. Each one was brightly colored. "What are
those for?"
"You'll probably be staying in one, tonight. We have bedrooms at the
house, but you'll find those little tents quite nice, and private. Each
one has a small flag pole in front. You're supposed to raise the flag so
others will know the tent is occupied."
As we circled around, gradually nearing the house, she pointed out other
features. There were several trails leading to various points on the
grounds. In addition to the pool, which I did not get to see, there were
stables but I didn't see any horses. They also had a regulation tennis
court, a regulation sized, outdoor basketball court, and even a softball
field. It was all laid out with foul lines and looked ready for play. Much
later I learned that there was also a two lane bowling alley in the
basement of the house, not to mention a bar and lounge worthy of a small
hotel. Sandy was most enthusiastic about her home and took pains to
explain every aspect. During the grand tour it occurred to me that she had
a husband someplace, and I envied him. She was a charming and very pretty
woman.
"Well, here's the main house. Let's go in and I'll show you around."
We strolled up to the main entrance and went in. The huge foyer had marble
floors. There was a marble staircase that wound its way to the upper
level, and it had very expensive looking wood railings. I could see
several open doorways, leading off to other parts of the house. It was a
huge place, richly and tastefully furnished.
After we'd been in the house awhile, Sandy stopped pointing things out to
me and went on to a more interesting subject. We had come back down to a
small sitting room on the first floor, and she rec.aviation.simulators
140 140g goes. You may have sex with any girl here
so long as she is willing. Remember, being present here implies consent.
Any form of sexual activity is permitted, so long as there is no risk of
injury. Sometimes a girl is not sure what she wants. We understand that.
You may persuade an unwilling girl to have sex, you just can't force her
to do it. Any questions?"
"No. It sounds like you've covered everything."
"Good. By the way, you're a guest tonight, but future parties require
every member to contribute two hundred dollars for expenses...agree?"
"Agree."
"Fine. Sometime before you leave we'll ask you to sign a formal agreement.
It merely restates, in more elaborate language, what we've just discussed.
Now, let's go out to the pool and I'll introduce you to everyone. You and
Mindy are the only first-timers here. Relax and enjoy it."
With that we left the house, climbed back into the golf cart and rode off.
Sandy drove across the open lawn and entered a path through the trees. It
was beautiful! Flower beds were everywhere and tasteful, expensive lawn
furniture was placed along the way. I began to hear music and then we
turned onto a straight section of path and were heading towards a large
swimming pool. As we drew closer the music became louder. It was the kind
of music Mindy liked. I wondered if she'd already got into their sound
system to program it.
A half circle of lawn chairs at the end of the pool held five men. All of
them were about my age, and all of them looked athletic and hard bodied.
Four other men were in the pool and four young girls were with them. I was
a little surprised to see that the people in the pool, men and girls, were
naked. Everyone outside the pool was wearing one of those robes.
There were two females sitting with the men. One was the lovely Miss Carr.
Good. I could look at her all day. The other was another adult female,
good looking, but most definitely no child. I wondered who she might be.
Across the pool, on the other side were the rest of the girls. Seven of
them. They were sitting around a table chattering away at each other.
Mindy was with them. Remembering what Sandy had told me about who was
here, I did some quick arithmetic. The number of girls was indeed twelve.
The number of men didn't seem to match. Somebody's father wasn't here.
The men in the water were standing around at the edge, across from each
other and tossing a big, plastic ball back and forth. The idea seemed to
be for the girls to jump up and intercept the throw. In order to do this
the girls had to extend their arms and stretch their slender, young bodies
as they came out of the water. It made for a splendid sight and I was
willing to bet that it was a popular game, at least with the men. What a
life.
"Come on over here," Sandy said, breaking into my reverie. "I'll make some
introductions to get you started...and then you're on your own." She led
me to the group seated in the chairs, and dropped down to rest on her
knees beside a muscular blond man.
"Jack's new here folks...his girl is Mindy...the pretty red-head across
the pool," she said casually. With that she called to Mindy to join us.
"Jack, this is Frank...my husband and your host tonight." I stepped over
and shook hands, making the usual "hello...how are you?" noises.
"Hi. I'm Andy," the next man said, extending a hand. And so it went. Stan,
Alan, George, Paul, Tom and Gene. I didn't see Nick Baldwin but I did see
Vanessa.
"This is Belinda," George said. Indicating the fine looking blonde sitting
next to him. She's filling in for her husband, who couldn't make it
tonight. Belinda was a full breasted, slender young woman, who didn't look
old enough to have a child in this group. Well, that cleared up one
mystery, but there still didn't seem to be enough men for all the girls.
Where was Nick Baldwin?
Mindy came up to stand beside me and I noticed the other girls were also
drifting toward our little enclave. Soon, all were clustered around. Sandy
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figured if she could be this friendly with me, I would risk having a
coronary and return the favor. My arm went around her shoulders but I was
reluctant to tighten my grip or really get personal with her. It didn't
seem right, with all these people standing around.
"Hi, Vanessa. Where's your father? I don't see him." Actually he could
have been standing right next to me and I wouldn't have noticed him. I was
staring down at Vanessa's lovely, little tits. I couldn't get over the way
they stood out. No sag. No droop. There is nothing like the tits on a girl
of that age.
"He's not here right now. He went up to the house to use the telephone. I
think we're going to have to leave."
"Oh, I hope not. I was looking forward to seeing you again. At the same
time, as nonchalantly as I could, I let my hand slide down to Vanessa's
smooth, bare ass. I was becoming a connoisseur of behinds and Vanessa was
in a class by herself. Anywhere else, I would have drawn strange looks for
fondling a nude, twelve year old girl. Here, it went unnoticed.
Then I saw that here and there in the crowd, several other men had put an
arm around a girl. It looked like people were starting to choose their
partners. One guy was cuddling two girls. They were twins! Talk about
doubling your pleasure.
Gradually, the conversation died down and I could sense an air of
expectation. Something was about to happen and everyone was waiting for
it.
Sandy stepped into the middle of the group and all talk stopped. She
certainly commanded everyone's respect and attention. "Everyone, let's get
into the pool. Let's show our new members how it's done."
With that there was a flurry of people peeling off their robes, and then,
everyone took off in a rush for the pool. The girls ran, squealing and
shouting and making a great splash as they entered the water. There before
me was a veritable sea of naked, young girls. What a sight!
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J-Girls 11/13- Come on, Eileen
If I was going to nail one of these cuties, I figured I would pick out the
nicest one I could. With great difficulty I tried focusing on individual
girls. Like a child in a candy store I couldn't make up my mind. There was
so much to look at I was getting sensory overload. They were all so
pretty, and knowing that I could have any one of them made me dizzy.
Except for the twins, every girl had some breast development. A few of the
girls were just getting started, while some were remarkably well along.
They ranged in age from ten to twelve, with most, like Mindy, at eleven.
It was fascinating to see how girls so close together in age were
developing at different rates. You could sort of tell which ones were
likely to have big breasts when they were grown up. All of a sudden I
spotted a girl who looked like she was ready for motherhood. Her tits were
much larger than those of the others and she had a neat, little mat of
hair between her legs. I wondered how she had got into the !
group. She was attractive but definitely older than the other girls.
Sandy leaned toward me as we walked to the pool. "Stay on the edge. It's a
simple game and you'll quickly see how it works. We often do this,
especially when we have this many sets. It's a good way to get started."
"I see. That girl looks much older than the rest. What's the story on
her?"
"Oh. You mean the girl with the large breasts?"
"Yeah. She looks like she doesn't belong."
"That's Amanda Ford. She's almost fourteen and this will be her last time
with us. We discourage girls of thirteen from coming around and we forbid
girls of fourteen or more from the group."
By now the girls were all out in the middle of the pool, laughing,
squealing and splashing each other. The music became a little louder and
several of them began swaying back and forth, performing an impromptu
dance. They were keeping time to the music's slow, sensuous beat, and
every so often they'd bump their hips off each other. I don't know if the
girls realized it but they were putting on a provocative show. I kid you
not. These youngsters were easily able to capture the attention of any
man. If you think girls that age are too young to be sexy, all I can say
is, 'you had to be there'. I tried to find Jill Carr but she must have
been on the other side of the crowd. Apparently Mindy had been briefed on
what to expect because she was right out there with them laughing and
splashing. I'd never seen anything like it.
Sandy continued. "This is kind of an ice breaker. Everyone gets to see you
and Mindy up close, and you two get to see everyone else. That little
Vanessa you were just playing with, and her father, will be leaving. He's
up at the house now, using the telephone. I'm sorry, but he was called
away on business."
Damn. I wouldn't be fooling around with my candy girl tonight.
The men strung themselves out in a rough circle, around the girls. We were
going to play Stretch Ball. I could have guessed. It started out slow.
The men began tossing the ball to each other across the pool. Each throw
was high enough so that no girl could intercept it. Nonetheless they
tried, and I got to enjoy the sight of all those lovely, nude girls,
coming out of the water like porpoises. When the ball came my way, I
lofted it so high that only a giraffe would have any hope of touching it.
Sandy was just full of advice. "Don't throw it too high, Jack. One of the
girls has to catch it. That's how you pick your partner for the evening."
Of course I'd already figured this out, but my enthusiasm was getting the
better of me. I felt like a school boy. The other men did not 1
From waagh@aol.com Wed Feb 12 03:16:32 1997
I`M NOT THE AUTHOR. I`M JUST REPOSTING.
Here's the standard disclaimer - if you are under 18 or if it is 21
where you live or if it is illegal for you to read this then don't -
Go away. If you are offended by explicit sex, then go away.
Otherwise, enjoy.
*******************************************************************
J-Girls 12/13-Save the last dance for me
Birds do sing a lot in the morning. There must have been thousands of them
outside, all chirping away. Eileen was lying awake, watching me. When she
realized that I was awake, she smiled. "Jack?"
"What?"
"I'm hungry. Will you take me up to the house for breakfast?"
"Sure, but can I wash up, first?"
"Uh huh. There's an outdoor shower out back. There's usually hot water,
too.
We had brought our terry cloth robes with us from the pool. They came in
handy. Eileen was wearing hers. I was still naked. The robes were kind of
short. The smaller one that Eileen had on stopped way above her knees when
she was standing. Lying down and only loosely tied around her, it
emphasized rather than hid her charms. The kid had fine looking legs.
Instead of heading for the shower I ran my hand up and down, from her knee
to her thigh and back again. When I slipped under the hem of the robe to
feel even higher up her leg, there was no objection. I marveled again at
the total freedom I had to enjoy this truly beautiful child.
Ordinarily, the exertions of the previous evening would have kept my sex
drive quiet for at least a week. I didn't know when, if ever, I might
again share a bed with this lovely nymphet. My cock started sending me
"Lets do it again," messages. Her robe had a cloth belt holding it closed.
Just a little tug and it slipped open. It was like the first time all over
again seeing that smooth, firm, young body. Her nipples were just coming
out. She probably wore a bra when she was dressed, but she could have
gotten by without one. There wasn't much swell to her breasts but the
nipples had started to spread and were taking on a darker color. I lowered
my head and gently feasted on the early signs of her coming maturity.
At the same time, my hands went around her hips to reexamine her ass and
backside. I was getting
to know every curve and depression. From the upper part of her thighs,
over the cheeks of her ass and up her back.
Lying there, side by side, my mouth at her tiny breasts, I looked up into
her face. Eileen was watching me with that same sullen look she'd given me
in the pool. She was enjoying what I was doing to her. She wasn't smiling
or anything, but she liked what I was doing. I would expect to see an
expression like that on the face of a woman having sex, but on a
twelve-year old girl it was just a little scary. Of course, she knew more
than a child her age is supposed to know. It's just that seeing that
awareness on such a pretty, young face was unnerving .
Then the storm hit. I forgot all about how young she was. All I knew was
that she was an attractive female and I wanted to fuck her. The old
fashioned way. As easy as could be I rolled her on her back, crawled up on
top and did it to her. It was quick, and dirty. No magic. No romance. Just
a quick, sweet, good morning, fuck.
********
At the main house, someone had put out a buffet table of breakfast
goodies. I settled for coffee and doughnuts. It was time to round up Mindy
and get started for home. A few girls were standing around talking, and
drinking orange juice. Outside, I could see two men walking up to the
house. Everyone was dressed. They seemed different. Is that an odd thing
to say? Of course they were different. Clothing created a barrier.
Yesterday, in the pool, those girls were all available to me. Now they
seemed untouchable. We had all gone back to our everyday roles. The party
was over. Fantasyland was closed.
Would I come back here? I didn't know. As exciting as it was, I didn't
know if I would. I certainly didn't mind plugging some other guy's little
girl. It was them doing it to my daughter that didn't seem quite right.
What had Sandy said? 'If you renege, we'll be unhappy?' What did that
mean? Would some strong arm guys come around to change my mind? Would they
connive to have me fired from my job? Was this like the Mafia? Once you're
in, you're in and the only way out is through the cemetery gates?
-12- Save the last dance for me
Birds do sing a lot in the morning. There must have been thousands of them
outside, all chirping away. Eileen was lying awake, watching me. When she
realized that I was awake, she smiled. "Jack?"
"What?"
"I'm hungry. Will you take me up to the house for breakfast?"
"Sure, but can I wash up, first?"
"Uh huh. There's an outdoor shower out back. There's usually hot water,
too.
We had brought our terry cloth robes with us from the pool. They came in
handy. Eileen was wearing hers. I was still naked. The robes were kind of
short. The smaller one that Eileen had on stopped way above her knees when
she was standing. Lying down and only loosely tied around her, it
emphasized rather than hid her charms. The kid had fine looking legs.
Instead of heading for the shower I ran my hand up and down, from her knee
to her thigh and back again. When I slipped under the hem of the robe to
feel even higher up her leg, there was no objection. I marveled again at
the total freedom I had to enjoy this truly beautiful child.
Ordinarily, the exertions of the previous evening would have kept my sex
drive quiet for at least a week. I didn't know when, if ever, I might
again share a bed with this lovely nymphet. My cock started sending me
"Lets do it again," messages. Her robe had a cloth belt holding it closed.
Just a little tug and it slipped open. It was like the first time all over
again seeing that smooth, firm, young body. Her nipples were just coming
out. She probably wore a bra when she was dressed, but she could have
gotten by without one. There wasn't much swell to her breasts but the
nipples had started to spread and were taking on a darker color. I lowered
my head and gently feasted on the early signs of her coming maturity.
At the same time, my hands went around her hips to reexamine her ass and
backside. I was getting
to know every curve and depression. From the upper part of her thighs,
over the cheeks of her ass and up her back.
Lying there, side by side, my mouth at her tiny breasts, I looked up into
her face. Eileen was watching me with that same sullen look she'd given me
in the pool. She was enjoying what I was doing to her. She wasn't smiling
or anything, but she liked what I was doing. I would expect to see an
expression like that on the face of a woman having sex, but on a
twelve-year old girl it was just a little scary. Of course, she knew more
than a child her age is supposed to know. It's just that seeing that
awareness on such a pretty, young face was unnerving .
Then the storm hit. I forgot all about how young she was. All I knew was
that she was an attractive female and I wanted to fuck her. The old
fashioned way. As easy as could be I rolled her on her back, crawled up on
top and did it to her. It was quick, and dirty. No magic. No romance. Just
a quick, sweet, good morning, fuck.
********
At the main house, someone had put out a buffet table of breakfast
goodies. I settled for coffee and doughnuts. It was time to round up Mindy
and get started for home. A few girls were standing around talking, and
drinking orange juice. Outside, I could see two men walking up to the
house. Everyone was dressed. They seemed different. Is that an odd thing
to say? Of course they were different. Clothing created a barrier.
Yesterday, in the pool, those girls were all available to me. Now they
seemed untouchable. We had all gone back to our everyday roles. The party
was over. Fantasyland was closed.
Would I come back here? I didn't know. As exciting as it was, I didn't
know if I would. I certainly didn't mind plugging some other guy's little
girl. It was them doing it to my daughter that didn't seem quite right.
What had Sandy said? 'If you renege, we'll be unhappy?' What did that
mean? Would some strong arm guys come around to change my mind? Would they
connive to have me fired from my job? Was this like the Mafia? Once you're
in, you're in and the only way out is through the cemetery gates?
From waagh@aol.com Wed Feb 12 03:17:21 1997
I`M NOT THE AUTHOR. I`M JUST REPOSTING.
Here's the standard disclaimer - if you are under 18 or if it is 21
where you live or if it is illegal for you to read this then don't -
Go away. If you are offended by explicit sex, then go away.
Otherwise, enjoy.
*********************************************************************
J-Girls 13/13- Back Home Again, In Indiana
The drive home was the first chance I'd had to really talk to Mindy. "So,
darling, how about telling me what happened to you last night."
"First of all, I didn't spend the entire night with Mr. Tracy, . . . Uh,
Paul. I eventually ended up in the girl's cottage."
"The girl's cottage? What's that?"
"There's a cottage, a small house actually, behind the main house and it's
just for the girls."
"I see. So anyway, tell me what happened between you and Paul. I'm dying
to know."
"Well, I was really surprised when that big ball came right down at me. It
was like I was destined to catch it. Look, they gave me A $50 gift
certificate at Macy's for being the first girl chosen."
"You weren't as surprised as I was when I saw you come out holding that
ball in the air." I looked at the certificate but it was for $100.
"Honey, this is a lot more than $50."
"Oh yeah. I forgot. They doubled it because I was a first-time girl. They
also gave me a watch for being a first-time girl. Everyone gets a watch on
their first trip to the grounds."
It was interesting. Mindy was picking up the terminology and I had no
trouble following her explanation. "Go on sweetheart. Tell me what
happened."
"OK. I've told this so many times already to the girls . . . Mr. Tracy,
Paul, he took me to one of those tents they have in the woods."
"Yeah. I know about the tents."
"Let me finish now, daddy. So Paul took me up there to this one that he
said was his favorite because it had a nice view. But, you know? He must
not have had sex for a long time before yesterday."
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, as soon as we started walking away, he got a boner. Like, it was
really big and it made me nervous because I wasn't sure if I could take
one that size."
"Was he bigger than me?"
"Well, I don't know, but he sure was excited, that's for sure. In fact we
didn't make it to the tent before he started on me. As soon as we got into
the trees he put his arms around me and started kissing me. He acted like
he'd just discovered kissing and couldn't get enough of it. Then, there
was this towel he'd brought from the pool, and he stretched it out on the
grass and had me to lie down on it. Before I knew what was going on, he
was kissing me and touching me all over. Like, I don't remember everything
that happened because it was pretty warm and he was getting me so excited
and I was a little dizzy. You know?"
I really didn't know what it was like for an eleven-year girl to be turned
on by a man old enough to be her father, but I said I did just to keep the
story going. Mindy's tale of lovemaking was wild enough in its own right,
but it kept reminding me of the adventure I'd had the night before. I was
getting an erection from listening to her.
"So, anyway, somehow we ended up with me on top of Paul. We were still
there in the grass under the trees, and like, he had me turned around to
where he was licking me. . . Gee, I really liked that but it made me feel
like . . ." She was groping for words. "It made me feel funny inside,
like I'd do anything to get more of it."
"I think I understand what you're saying, babe. That's how sex is supposed
to be. The man is supposed to make you feel good inside."
She went on. "Well, he sure knows how to make girls feel good. . ." Her
voice trailed off. Something was troubling her.
"Mindy? What's wrong? Did he hurt you?"
"Oh no. It's just that. . .well, I did something that you might not
like."
I had to know what this might be. "What did you do?"
"Well, his boner was right there in my face and I Uh . . . well, I . . .
Uh, I couldn't help it. I let it go inside my mouth. He was making me feel
so good and I wanted to do it for him. I wanted to do it as much as I
could . . . . Is it all right, Dad? Did I do something wrong?"
I had to put my arm around her and hold her close while I drove. "No,
darling. You didn't do anything wrong. When you have sex with someone,
each person is supposed to make the other person
feel good and that's what you did. OK?"
"OK, but there's more."
"Go on, babe. Tell me."
"He did it in my mouth. He shot a really big load into me. Like, it just
kept coming out of him and I swallowed some of it . . . He must not have
been around a girl for a long time"
She paused for a moment, collecting her thoughts. I had to admit that the
picture she was drawing was a little hard to take but it's what I
bargained for. No doubt about that, and I had done pretty much the same
thing with his kid. It looked like we were even. Anyway, I was impatient
to hear the rest. "What happened after that, babe?"
"As I said, I was feeling really warm and even a little dizzy. I guess we
got up and walked to the tent, but I don't remember going there. The next
thing I remember is lying on the bed in the tent, and Paul was standing
over me. He looked really scared. I guess I must have passed out from the
excitement and the heat."
Mindy grew silent again and was staring off into space. No doubt reliving
the events of last night. "Go on, babe. Tell me everything that happened."
"Huh? .....Oh, right. Let's see. Yeah. We took a shower. There was an
actual shower behind the tent and we got in together. It was weird. Like,
he wanted me to wash him, so I'm doing that and he gets another boner. I
thought he'd be finished for a while, you know, because of what we did
back in the trees, but there it was...So, anyway, he was all hard and
soapy....and I ended up doing him by hand in the shower. He liked it too.
I could tell."
"Dad?"
"What?"
"Why do you think Paul got so many boners? I mean, he was hard almost the
whole time we were together."
"I don't really know, darling, but it might be like you said. He hadn't
been around a girl in a long time . . . Although, he does have a real nice
daughter. It's probably because you're so pretty and he just couldn't get
over it."
"Well, I didn't think I was that pretty . . . Oh yeah, and I heard about
what happened at the pool after I left. The girls were talking about it. I
want to know how it turned out between you two."
"We'll get into that later. Tell me. What happened after the shower?"
"Well . . . we went back into the tent and he showed me where everything
was. Gee, I wish we had something like that in our backyard."
It was maddening. Mindy kept wandering off the path of the conversation by
telling me stuff I wasn't interested in. Just like her mother. In
exasperation I just shut up. I left it up to her to tell me what she
thought was important.
"We ate. There was food in the tent and Paul fixed me a delicious salad
with some kind of really tasty meat in it. I never had anything like that
before. He told me the name but I forget. It was like, . . . 'stromboli'
or something like that . . . After that we got into bed and did it again.
This time it was different. We played around for a really, long time and
he kept telling me how pretty I was, and about all the things he wanted to
do to me, and lots of other stuff. He asked me all kinds of questions,
too. I guess he wanted to know all about me. We talked so much that I was
beginning to think he wasn't going to put it in, but finally he did. I
didn't pass out, either. It was really nice. He had me get on top again,
too, only this time we were facing each other. I think I like it better
that way. . .Sometimes when you get on top of me I can't breathe."
Mindy stopped talking and I tried to concentrate on the driving. So much
had happened in the past 24 hours that I felt like I'd just come off a
fast spinning merry-go-round. My own experience with Eileen convinced me
that everything Mindy was saying was true. It was just that all this stuff
was so disconnected from anything else in my experience that I had trouble
accepting the reality of it. I felt like Mindy and I had gone into a fairy
tale and now we were back in the real world.
Mindy suddenly resumed her story. "After that I fell asleep. I don't know
how long I slept but it was dark when I woke up. Paul was lying there
alongside, watching me. That's the first thing I saw, his face next to
mine and then I noticed that he'd put a light on and that it was dark
outside . . . Dad?"
"Yes?"
"Sex is different."
"What do you mean, it's different?"
"Well, Paul did it to me again, right after I woke up, only this time he
got on top and he finished really quick. There wasn't any talk or kissing
or anything. He just put it in and did it to me. I almost didn't feel
anything it went so fast. It's only just now I realized that it was
different. I mean, it was nice and all . . . but different. I can't
explain it but he made me feel different each time it happened. I thought
it would be always the same,
like it is with you. You know, we get all hot and bothered and then, Wham!
We do it."
"Was it better than when you and I do it?"
"Nooo. . . just different."
"I see."
"Am I doing it right? Is it supposed to be different every time?"
"Darling. If you can have it that way you're a lucky girl. Everybody would
like it to be different every time but it doesn't always work that way."
"Yeah. I guess so . . . "
"Mindy? Would you go with Paul Tracy if he picks you again?"
"I don't know. Everybody told me not to do that, even though he hit a home
run."
"What's a home run got to do with it?"
"Uh . . . well the girls told me that when a man makes you feel the way
Paul did, it means he hit a home run. It means he scored big. That's what
they call it. Some of the other girls have been with Paul and they say he
hits a lot of home runs. But, you see, after the third time I was getting
tired and I just wanted to go to sleep.
As nice as Paul was, I could see that by staying with him I wouldn't get
much sleep. I mean, his boner just kept coming back . . . So I asked him
to take me to the cottage."
"What's with this cottage you keep talking about?" Mindy was just full of
information.
"It's a small house, behind the main house, that's just for the girls. No
men are allowed inside. They told me that I could go there anytime I
wanted, day or night, no matter what was happening or who I was with. No
questions asked. Whichever man was with me, if I asked, he had to take me
there right away."
"I see." This was something they neglected to tell me yesterday. I
wondered what else had been left out.
"So, did he take you?"
"Oh yes. It was like magic. As soon as I said it, he got up, we put on
bath robes and out we went. We had to use a flashlight to see, but Paul
knew the way. When we got there, he backed me up against a tree and said
he wanted to kiss me goodnight. Right away he opened our robes and there
we were, naked again. Naturally, he had a boner and he wanted to do it
once more, right there in the dark, standing against the tree. I was
really tired and I told him I wanted to go inside so he stopped."
We drove on with neither of us saying anything for quite awhile. When we
neared the house I figured it was time to put our adventures out of mind
for awhile. There was more I wanted to learn from Mindy, but it had to
wait. I had to get my story straight for Sue. She'd have at least a
hundred questions for me about what happened. We'd already given her the
'official' story about the Father/Daughter Association. I figured, at some
point, I might let her in on the rest of it, but not today.