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In a discussion between themselves, they choose the people they would most like explore sex with, within their immediate families. (f+-teens/MF, ped, 1st, inc, bi, voy, intr, ws, orgy) *** INCEST!!! Is it the world's great taboo? Instances of such practice have prevailed throughout human history. Incest must have been a part of our sexual activity, or else how did the Earth first become populated? Societies that were limited in number, allowed some form of incest. This was true in the southern parts of Europe, Africa and Asia. Even the Hawaiian kings allowed this practice especially if the children were twins. No one can know how many have committed incest, but the numbers are much higher than are noted in studies, as the interviewers assuredly can’t get most people to admit they have engaged in an activity regarded with such visceral revulsion and extreme punishments by current society. BEST FRIENDS There were five of us girls, and we had been friends since elementary school. We played together through childhood, giggled our way through puberty, junior high, and when summer ended, we would be in the ninth grade. We called ourselves, Best Friends, and had tee- shirts with our groups name and our own first name blended in with a caricature of our faces. Our families were affluent, and our fathers’ income was in the seven figures, and with other investment income, eight digits. One thing each of use had been taught was to respect those who weren’t as well off, and we were liked by kids outside our residential area. I will never forget our crazy idea that seemed to happen as we sat around the swimming pool in my back yard. "Incest," said Brandy Phillips, a red-haired 14-year- old. The rest of us were jealous of her because she had 34-C breasts. The boys loved to stare at her "boobs" as the guys called them, including her 17-year-old stepbrother, Gary Simpson. The thing making Brandy so lovely, were her long legs, and with her being slightly short-waisted, her legs were perfect, for a girl of 14, standing 5ft-6in tall. Marti Handleson, another friend of mine, was a 13-year- old, whose mom had taken her to her own hair stylist, and had Marti’s hair bleached blonde, and streaked light brown. Marti stood all of five feet, and weighed exactly one- hundred pounds. When the man up above passed out breast, we five, knew he had missed Marti. She had bumps on her chest at thirteen, like the rest of us had at ten. "So what’s wrong with incest, if that person is someone you want to have sex with?" Marti asked. "Have any of you messed around with a relative, and be honest?" Kristen Perez, was an olive skinned 13 year-old Spanish beauty, who was 5ft-2in 105 pounds, and a charmer with the boys. Her 34-B cups, had been felt up more than once, she bragged to the rest of us. None of us had been sexually active, but Kristen found out her brother, Jorge, a 19-year-old Spanish boy, loved fondling her breast. Kristen said she allowed him to feel them under her bra. What Kristen knew, and the rest of us didn’t, that she wanted nothing to hinder his hands from feeling the real skin. "Girlfriends, once you have a boy cup, your boobs in his hand and play with them, and you feel his fingers squeezing your nipples, you will love it! I will not wear a stupid bra one of these days", she commented. "I just haven’t gotten up the nerve to leave it off yet." While Kristen was speaking, Brandy said, "Kristen, you told me the other day at the mall, that you almost had sex, was that with Jorge, tell us, please?" Looking at us, Kristen began: "Once we were riding in his low-rider, and he took me to a cheap motel, and got a room. I was scared, but I went into the motel room with him, and we both laid on the bed. Jorge gave me my first French kiss, and talked me into removing my blouse, which was a shell. Before long he was kissing the top of my breast and sucking the skin above my bra, and all over my tummy, leaving hickeys that lasted for almost two weeks. I wouldn’t let him reach inside my bra, and finally he was running his hands between my legs, and asked me to take off my levis, so he could see and touch the skin on my legs. Never, can I describe the feeling I experienced, as I reluctantly agreed to take off my pants. That day I had put on a tiny bikini panty which was mostly lace. The hair growing over my pussycat was hanging out the sides of my panties. When I stood up next to the bed, Jorge was watching me, and he was standing on the opposite side of the bed taking off his clothes. My hands were shaking and as I unsnapped my levis and pulled down the zipper. By the time I had slipped then down my legs, Jorge was completely nude. Jorge, you shouldn’t be nude, I told him, yet I couldn’t take my eyes off his big thing. I was on the verge of crying, and felt my body begin to shake in the fear of what could happen. Jorge walked around the bed to where I was standing and took me in his arms. Looking at me, he told me, 'Kristen, you’re the most beautiful girl, I've ever seen. It's too bad you can’t be my girlfriend, you’re so pretty.' Then he lay me on the bed, again French kissing me. It was only a short time before I felt his hands caressing my stomach, then his hands were rubbing my panties, and my legs. You guys will never know the feeling I had as Jorge's hands were pulling the hair around my sex that was hanging out of the leg holes of my bikini panty. Jorge moved his face down and was kissing me on my panties, and I knew he wanted more. I commenced crying and Jorge moved his face back to mine and told me, 'I won’t go all the way, but I want to show you how much I like you! Okay, Kristen?' I stopped crying, but couldn’t answer him, and before long Jorge was again kissing me on my panties. When I felt his lips kissing the hair at the sides of my bikini, and his tongue licking the hair and skin on my upper legs all around my panties, I shivered. Jorge moved further down on the bed, and I knew he was going to kiss me on the inside my legs. The feeling, of my inner thighs being kissed, you know, where the skin is so sensitive, just below your sex, thrilled me beyond belief! Jorge, kissing my inner thighs, made me so excited that I didn’t notice he was removing my bikini panties. That is until he was pushing them off my feet. Jorge, I told him, No, let me put my panty’s back on, please, Jorge, you promised not to go all the way. Jorge said, "I only want to look at your pussy hair and your sex, and kiss you between your legs." When Jorge told me that, I knew he wanted to do oral sex with me, like we had all spoken about. I was becoming aroused and when Jorge put his mouth on my pussycat, I peed! It was only a slight amount of urine, and yet I knew it was enough to wet Jorge’s face. I was so embarrassed, and told him I was sorry, but I was scared and it caused me to pee. The next thing I knew Jorge was again kissing me between my legs. Then he started sucking the lips of my pussycat into his mouth. While Jorge was sucking my pussy lips into his mouth, his tongue was licking up and down between them. Shortly he was only kissing and licking my pussycat, and his tongue was pushing between the inner labia.. I felt my pussycat get really wet, as his tongue was flipping my clit firmly and fast, and I climaxed almost immediately. After a couple of minutes, Jorge moved up between my legs, and wanted to take my bra off. But I told him, "Jorge, not this time, let me have some modesty. Jorge, NO, TAKE IT OUT! YOU CAN’T PUT IT IN ME, NO!" Jorge had slipped his cock, inside the edge of my pussycat, and I jerked back from him, and pushed against him. Finally I got away from him and curled up in a ball and began to cry. Jorge kept telling me he loved me, and didn’t want me to be mad, but really liked me, even if he were brother and sister. For at least fifteen minutes, I cried and when I finally stopped, Jorge asked if he could kiss me between my legs once more. I was afraid he would get me excited as he had before, and try to have sex. Girls, I finally convinced Jorge to wait until the next time, and I would let him kiss me between my legs, and allow him to remove all my clothes, but not this time. Jorge asked if we could do it again. I told him we would need to wait until we were together again, but I liked being with him, even if he was my brother. I’m supposed to go with Jorge, and have something like a date this coming Saturday night, so, do I let things happen? Hell, I only wish he had fucked me and gotten it over with. And he would have if I hadn’t turned chicken. I keep asking myself if I want to lose my cherry at thirteen? "Marti, tell me the truth, how much does it hurt the first time?" "It hurts, but it is a strange hurt. It felt almost like something was stretching inside my pussy, with building pressure. Then a sharp sting struck inside me, and I felt a burning sensation in my love tunnel. It wasn’t fun, but it wasn’t bad, it was a pain I’m glad I only have to feel once in my life. Some girls don’t even know when it happens, and I guess for some girls it hurts more than when I lost my cherry. That is all I can tell you, Kristen." We all agreed that Jorge was handsome, and always asking one of us to ride with him in his low-rider. Each of us knew if we did, he would park some place, and want sex with us. How did we know, Jorge flat out told us that he would love to get each of us on the back seat of his low-rider and do the deed! We each told Kristen to go for it Saturday night and call us when she got home, but make him take her to a nice motel, not some cheap place, or she wouldn’t let him do her. Chrissy Mathews was a 14-year-old dark-brown-haired 5'1", 100 pounds, a girl, with 34-A breasts that were the first of us to develop breasts on her chest. The rest of us, continued rubbing our puffy mounds with breast enhancing cream, we’d ordered through the mail. The only thing that the cream did, was to make our breasts sensitive and tingly. We each admitted it caused each of us to commence masturbating. We experienced sensations from rubbing our tender developing nipples. We each agreed to having some type of nerve running from out breast to our pussycats, as we each called our vaginas. I, Shana DiAnton, was the fifth member of "Best Friends," and a 13-year-old blonde, who stood 5'2", and at 102 pounds, my 32-A cup boobs were pointed, standing firm, and straight out from my chest. My breast felt solid to the touch when I washed them. My nipples were the size of a pencil eraser, and when hard, just short of a half-inch long. ***** Chrissy was my "breast" friend, and she had touched them a few times to see how they felt. In fact, Chrissy and I would sometimes masturbate in front of each other, and it was from Chrissy, I found out what it was like to rub my breast against another female’s breast. Among the five of us, we all had found it fun to be nude and masturbate ourselves in front of the other, especially when we had pajama parties, and sleepovers. One night when we spending the night at Kristen’s house, we took turns rubbing our breasts against each other's. All five of us found this extremely sensual! We discovered rubbing our pussycats against the other’s pussycat, while laying between the other’s legs brought on terrific orgasms. We took turns being the girl on the bottom, with our legs spread wide so the other girl could mount us like a boy would. This led to many fantasies for each of us, and we imagined we were having intercourse, and the "boy" on top would tell the girl on the bottom how great she felt to fuck, in our sexual playing fantasy. I had two brothers, Tony, who was 10, and Brandon, a handsome 18-year-old stud muffin, according to my four girlfriends. Marti often commented she would love to have Brandon seduce her, and had found herself different times alone with him, but he never made a move on her. Finally, Marti determined all of us should find a way to have sex. Then Marti shocked us all when she said perhaps the way to lose our virginity was to have sex with a relative, "INCEST IS BEST - AND IT KEEPS IT IN THE FAMILY," Marti said loudly in finishing her idea. Kristen looked at the rest of us, and said each of us should say who in their family they would want to have sex with, and why. Brandy looked at Kristen and said, "Okay, you started already by telling us who in your family you would have sex with is your brother Jorge, and might do so this weekend." The rest of us agreed that Brandy was right, and we told Kristen to start, and we would each tell whom we wanted to have sex within our family. After waiting a few moments, Kristen started to speak, but she held her head down so we could not see her eyes, her voice was low and we had trouble hearing her clearly, as she was now speaking of something none of us had considered, incest. "I would like it to be my brother Jorge, as I have already told you. I’ve seen him in the nude, and yesterday he came into the bathroom when I was taking a shower and climbed in with me, and I told him to get out, he was my brother. "There is one thing about Jorge, and that is he is huge down there, you know what I mean, and long, I mean he is really - really long - and his thing is so thick, you can’t get your hand to close around it, he has a big one!" We watched as Kristen looked up, and her eyes had tears in them, then she continued telling her story. "Jorge, said he just wanted to see me without clothes, like he had at the motel. Then he gently took me in his arms, as I had turned my back to him. I felt his thing against the center of my hips." Stopping for a moment, Kristen continued, "He seemed to be really big, and I had never felt a boy totally nude against me. I became excited, but I was SCARED! Then Jorge moved his hands moved up and under my arms that I'd crossed over my breast, and his hands were soon covering my breast. When he was lightly squeezing my breast, I felt him move his right hand down and push my legs open, and place his erection between my thighs." I looked at Kristen, smiled, and told her, "Your telling the truth; I can hear it in your voice and your brother is a hunk. I wish it had been me instead of you." "Shana, he is. And he wants to do you." This surprised me, and I asked, "Did you have s-e-x with Jorge, or just play around?" "No, we didn’t have sex, but he was rubbing his thing between my thighs, and it made me tingle, and when he reached down between my legs with his fingers, he placed my hand on his hard-on." For a moment Kristen didn’t say anything, then she told us, "Jorge taught me how to jack him off, while he played with my pussycat. Girlfriends, he made me climax, and it was stronger than when I do it myself, or with you guys, and his stuff squirted out of his cock and landed on my stomach and all over my hand." "Was that the second time you messed around with your brother?" Chrissy asked. "Yeah, since then he’s been afraid to do anything, and he told me if he was close with me again he was afraid we would have sex, and that would be incest. I asked if we were having our 'date' this weekend, but he didn’t answer me. Ever since Jorge played with me, I have fantasized about him doing it to me, and sometimes, I feel like going in his room and ask him to do me. In a couple weeks our parents are going on a cruise for a week, and Jorge and I will be home alone. I think I will get in bed with Jorge the first night our parents are gone, do you all think I should? Now someone else must say what they have done or whom they would do it with, so how about you Marti?" ***** Marti looked around at the rest of us, and smiling said, "Yeah, me the sex queen with no tits, and I’ve been nude with my Uncle Ed, who is my dad’s brother, and Uncle Ed is 35-years-old." "You have been nude with your Uncle Ed, the guy with the red Corvette?" I asked. Marti told us, "You guys know that I visit Uncle Ed all the time and stay at his place on weekends and during the summer, so we have been alone together a lot. When I was nine... no ten, I was at uncle Ed’s when my parents went to Hawaii on a cruise. You remember that don’t you?" Marti asked. "Anyway, I had taken my bath and for some reason I walked naked into Uncle Ed’s bedroom and crawled in bed with him. I felt excited as I lay against my uncle and I went to sleep in bed with him. After that, we slept together almost all the time and still do when I stay at his farm. "Anyway, the third or fourth night after that, I was in bed with Uncle Ed asleep. Something woke me and then I realized my uncle was touching me between my legs. His finger was playing around my pussycat and it felt really good. I was scared and pretended to be asleep. Every time since then, he has felt me up when he thought I was asleep. "Several times, he stopped by to take me for a ride to his cabin in the woods, it has a creek that feeds a pond where we swim. Dad and mom know I go with him but they don’t think anything about me swimming in the nude with him, because I've been doing it ever since I was just a baby." Smiling, she continued, "Last month, mom and dad were going out of town to a party the company dad worked for was holding so they asked uncle Ed to baby-sit me for Friday and Saturday nights. Saturday afternoon, we decided to go swimming, and when we walked down to the pond, I asked Uncle Ed if we could go to a restaurant for dinner, as I had a new skirt and blouse to wear. "Sure, Marti," Uncle Ed said, "If you would like. Where do you want to eat?" "Can we go to the Stuffed Dog and Fries so my friends can see me in your car?" I asked. "If my cute niece would like to be seen by her friends with her old uncle that’s where we will go, so we have a date, do we Marti?" "I told Uncle Ed, as I turned and hugged him, it would be his date, if he held my hand when we entered the restaurant. You guys were there that night, don’t you remember, I think it was the week school closed for the summer, yeah it was." "So what else happened?" Chrissy asked. "When we got to the pond, we undressed and I took my panties down. I’d worn a thong knowing I’d likely get a chance to remove my clothes in front of my Uncle Ed." Looking at each of us, Marti said, "When I took shorts off, Uncle Ed whistled at me and told me the panties don’t cover much and asked me to turn around. "I watched as Marti’s face turned red from embarrassment in telling about her and her uncle, then she continued her story. "Knowing only a small wedge of material covered my pussycat, and my hips were completely bare, and only a string ran between my hips, made me aware I was flaunting my sexuality for the first time." Smiling at Marti, I asked, "Did you have sex, is that why you asked what is wrong with incest?" "When I looked at Uncle Ed, he was nude and looking at me with a quizzical look on his face, almost like he wasn’t seeing me, but someone else. For a moment, we looked at each other, and as I watched my uncle, seeing he was studying me, from my head to my toes, and it was obvious he was looking at my pussycat." "So did you have sex? Don’t tease us, tell us!!" Brandy implored, and you could hear the impatient inflections in her voice. Looking at us with a slight smirk to her smile, Marti again continued her story about her and Uncle Ed. "Uncle Ed took a few steps toward me, and we were maybe a couple feet from each other, and his eyes were looking at my tiny breasts, and them my pussycat. I felt odd being nude in front of Uncle Ed, but it wasn’t from embarrassment, rather I wondered if I was about to hear how tiny my breasts were." "Marti!" Uncle Ed said as he looked me over. "Your breasts have started to grow, and you have hair on your snatch." Then Uncle Ed told me, "Your breasts are really cute, and your nipples must drive the boys crazy." "As I listened to Uncle Ed talking to me, I saw his thing become stiff, like we talked about boys doing, and when I looked again, it was sticking straight out from his body." Marti commented she knew about her uncle getting hard. "Was it big?" I asked. "Yeah, it must have been six or seven inches long, and I couldn’t close my hand around it, and I felt it..." Each of us shouted at the same time, "YOU TOUCHED IT! YOU ACTUALLY TOUCHED HIS COCK! WOW!" "Yeah, and for a moment he just looked at me, and he hadn’t asked me to touch his cock, but I wanted to feel his cock again." Uncle Ed looked at me and asked: "Do you realize what you’re doing to me, and what your actions could lead too, Pretty One?" I was unable to answer Uncle Ed, but I felt strange feelings in my body, and when Uncle Ed told me to follow him, I did, and he picked up our clothes and walked into the woods with me, and he had me lay down on the ground next to him. "You did it, didn’t you?" asked Brandy. "Maybe, but it is my story, so don’t interrupt me, okay," Marti said. "Anyway, he was telling me how pretty I was, and my tiny little breasts were really nice, while his hands and fingers were playing with them. Then he started kissing my nipples and sucking on them. The feeling was unbelievable and it made me tingle between my legs. When I felt Uncle Ed, move his lips down and kiss my tummy, I knew he was going to do oral sex on me, that we all talked about. I can tell you that what we talked about oral sex, is nothing like the real thing." "Marti," Uncle Ed said, "You have a small patch of hair, and it is soft and only grows on the edge of your slit at the very top and out a little way from your pussy." "I felt Uncle Ed kissing and licking me between my legs, and when his tongue hit my bump at the top of my pussycat, I moaned out and my hips bumped up from the ground against his face. For the next few minutes I felt an unbelievable sensation in my pussycat, and then my whole body. I knew I was going to climax, and when I did, it was strong. I cried, and humped my hips up and down against his face." No one spoke, but they could see, from the look on Marti’s face, that she was reliving the experience as she told us her story of oral sex with her uncle. Finally I asked, "Then what happened?" Marti continued. "While I was still shaking from my climax, and god, it felt so unreal, but I loved Uncle Ed at that moment. Still laying on my back, I sensed more than felt, Uncle Ed over my body. When I felt his cock touching my pussycat, I knew that he was going to have sex with me. The feeling in my body told me I wanted him inside me. "Hold your legs farther apart," Uncle Ed told me. When I did, I felt him working his cock up and down my pussycat, then, really quick like, it slipped inside me a little way, it startled me, and hurt a little, by then he was moving it in and out, and when he pushed against my virginity, I cried out that it hurt. Still moving in and out, he pushed suddenly, and busted my cherry. I shouted, "UNCLE ED, THAT HURTS! WAIT A MINUTE! OH UNCLE ED, WAIT! IT HURTS BAD!" I can assure you Uncle Ed knew what he was doing and he simply held it all the way inside me. After I settled down a little, he commenced pulling almost all the way out, then shoving it all the way back inside my stinging and bleeding pussycat. How long we did it, I can’t say, but it seemed to be an hour, but likely was only a few minutes. Then I felt him shove into me deep, and I knew he was shooting his cum into me." "W-what did you do after that?" Brandy asked in a hushed voice. "Uncle Ed moved off me, and I felt sore between my legs, and as I looked at him, I could see my blood on him, and I started crying, knowing I was no longer a virgin. "When I sat up, my pussycat, seemed to be torn wide open, and I looked down and saw the blood between my legs, and what I knew was his cum running out of me, and I started crying. Uncle Ed held me, and told me he was sorry, and didn’t mean for it to happen, but I was so beautiful, and he loved my breasts." "Wow, you’re the first of us to have actual sex, you’re lucky, and I wish I had been you." Kristen commented with a softness to her voice. "Did you do it again?" she added. "Yeah, but first we got in the creek and washed off, and Uncle Ed picked me up in his arms, and we played in the water for a while. Then we went back to where we had sex, and did it once more. That night we slept together, and we had sex twice before we went to sleep, and three times on Sunday before he took me home." "That is why you had the funny look on your face at the Stuffed Dog and Fries that night. You had sex just before you came in with your uncle, didn’t you?" I asked. I quickly counted up how many times, Marti said she had sex, and asked her, "So you had sex seven times in total, during the first time you were with Uncle Ed and the following day?" "Yeah, and do you remember when I told you, Shana, you won’t believe what I did today, and it was wild and far out?" "Yeah, so that’s why you acted as you did, oh Girlfriend, I wish I had known." The other girls commented the same way I did and we all hugged Marti. For the next several minutes we discussed with Marti about her and her Uncle Ed having sex. Marti told us that even after having sex, she still hadn’t started her periods. When Chrissy asked if she had sex after that with her uncle. Marti said, "Four more times, in fact just two days ago!" ***** "Okay, whose next?" I asked. Marti looked at me, as she and I had discussed my crush on the most impossible person I could ever have sex with. Marti said, "You’re next Miss Shana." "I’m such a virgin, I’ll likely never get up the nerve to have sex, but if possible, I’d have sex with my... fa-father." Then I hesitated as my mind tried to find the words that would describe my fantasy. One weekend, my dad took me with him on a business retreat that he was holding for his own company, and was for the whole family of company officers. Mom had to stay home as my brothers both were in major baseball league games on Saturday, so Dad and I took off Thursday afternoon and drove until we reached the resort in West Virginia. I described how the place was out of this world, and it had everything to do. I explained how things were planned for Friday, Saturday and Sunday until noon, and all the meetings’ dad had to attend were from nine in the morning until noon. That left all afternoon, evenings and night for people to do as they wished. Thursday evening, after we had eaten dinner, dad suggested we walk through the building and see what was going on. "Honey, you should wear a dress, as the women will be dressed up, and I want my escort to look nice." Dad said. I’d taken four dresses with me, as mom had threatened to strangle me if I didn’t. So I selected one that I liked best, and without thinking, took off my sports top and shorts. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and my panties were kind of lacy, and when I stood in them, dad whistled and told me, "Honey, you’re getting really sexy, I best watch out when the boys start showing up, huh?" "Yeah dad," I said, without being embarrassed, then told him. "With my little boobs I don’t think I will get anyone to pay attention to me, unless he’s a geek." "Guess that makes me a geek, because your breasts are lovely, but you better cover them up with something before I forget who the nearly nude woman is in front of me." I slipped the dress over my head and down my body, then moved over and asked dad to zip it up in the back. We walked through the resort hotel and into a few of the small rooms where the companies attending the retreat, had hospitality rooms. In each room we entered, I was always greeted warmly, and several of the men who knew or worked for my father, asked how he got such a lovely woman to come with him. We went in a room with a cocktail bar where a band was playing, and dad asked if I would like to listen to them. When we entered the lounge, the band was playing some fairly current tunes I knew, so I told him, "Sure Dad, I would, if you wish to have a cocktail." Several people stopped by our table and spoke to Dad, and I felt really important as Dad always introduced me, and that made me feel important. "When was this," Chrissy asked. "Over Memorial Day?" "Yeah, remember when I called you and said dad was taking me with him on a business trip?" When we returned to our room, which had two large queen beds, I simply removed my dress and hung it back up, and didn’t think about my breasts being uncovered. I watched as dad removed his sports coat, his shirt, then his slacks and he was standing in his boxer shorts, and he lay down on his bed. I was playing with the TV remote, trying to find something to watch, and finally Dad said to turn to one of the pay-per-view movies. The one I selected had nudity, and words that I wasn’t allowed to utter, but when I asked Dad if I could watch it, he said it was okay if I wanted. I started to get on my bed, but instead got on his bed and laid down next to Dad. As we watched the movie, I could see dad was glancing at my breasts every so often. Within a half hour, dad had gone to sleep. When the movie ended, I switched to a comedy channel, and after a few minutes, I looked down and saw dad’s boxer shorts opening was pushed open by his penis. "You saw your father’s cock, really saw it?" Kristen giggled. "Yes, and within a few minutes, I saw Dad was becoming erect, and I was observing my first male organ in person. I had seen them illustrated in drawings in health literature, but now a real one was before my eyes. Now what should I do, as dad had his arm under my neck and his hand resting on my shoulder. Before long I felt dad shuffling around in his sleep and he turned partly on his right side. Then dad’s left arm fell over my body, and his hand was resting on my right breast. My mind was blank, but I wasn’t scared, but felt funny knowing my father was touching my breast. After another few minutes, dad moved his left leg until it was resting over my upper thighs. But what was really shocking was feeling his erection pressed against my bare leg, and I wondered if I should move, wake dad, or turn the TV off, and go to sleep. I turned the TV off, and as we had turned the lights off as we were watching the movie, the room was dark, except for the small amount of light coming in from the windows. I finally drifted off to sleep, and when I woke the next time, it was to feel dad moving his hand over my breast, but I didn’t let on I was awake, or knew what he was doing. After some time, I felt dad move his hand down and touch between my legs. My panties covered my sex, but it wasn’t long until I felt dad’s fingers slip inside my panty leg. What will happen, should I cry out, or pretend to still be asleep?" "Are you telling the truth? Your dad was feeling your pussycat, and all that?" "Honestly? Did he stick his finger inside you?" Kristen again interrupted me with questions. "Look, don’t stop my speaking again, I want to tell my story and get it over with." Finally I decided to remain as if I was still sleeping, and see what would happen. Besides, I was not only curious, but was becoming excited with Dad holding my breast in one hand, and his fingers playing in the few hairs that had grown at the top of my sex. When his fingers touched my love button, I wanted to cry out in pleasure. Instead I remained still, and soon felt dad trying to slip his finger into my pussycat. After several minutes I was certain that dad had gone back to sleep, with his fingers resting on my sex, his other hand cupping my breast. I also fell asleep, and the next thing that happened was feeling dad shaking my arm and telling me it was time to get up. I was still nude, but dad had placed the cover from the other bed over me, and I don’t know when he did that. Getting out of bed, I wondered what dad would say if I took my panties off and he could see off me in the nude. My curiosity also made me wondered what he would think seeing me nude, after feeling me up last night, even though he didn’t know I was awake. I was nude as I waited for dad to shower, and sat on the toilet speaking with him, and I wanted to see what he would do with my being naked, and if he would touch me again. My body felt strange, and wanted his contact as I had felt last night in bed. When he stepped from the shower, and was drying off, I saw his penis hanging down from his body, and it curved slightly to the right, not as pronounced, but somewhat curved like a banana. Wow, I thought, the difference in a man’s cock being soft and hard, was something to see and to compare the difference. I showered quickly and as I dried off, watched dad shave. Dad looked at me, and told me, "Honey, you mustn’t tell your mother we were nude in front of each other. You understand, don’t you?" There was no doubt that dad was looking at me, and had been watching me in the mirror as he shaved. Each time I glanced at dad’s cock, I saw it was starting to become erect, and instead of handing down loosely, it was becoming thick, and kind of sticking out a little from his body. I hoped that dad would become completely hard, as I wanted to watch it grow and stick out, knowing his viewing my body was causing him to become erect. I was becoming excited and wanted to touch my pussycat, but didn’t. Then I knew dad was waiting for me to answer his inquiry about not telling mom. Man, I thought, mom would have a cow, if she knew dad had played with my pussycat. "Sure, I understand, Dad." I wondered if he was speaking of now or last night when he was touching me. Then I asked him, "Dad, do you like me, really like me?" "You’re my baby girl, and sure I like you, in fact I love my girl, now get some clothes on, as I see a hairy cat looking at me." "DADDY, YOU PERVERT, you're looking at m-my thing, my pussycat." I said somewhat embarrassed. I felt my face turning red from saying pussycat?" Then I started laughing and told my father, "Well I see an Italian sausage from here, and it looks B I G!" "Shana, this is becoming a terrible situation between us, and if your mother ever finds out I will be dead or in prison for the rest of my life." I stood and hugged my dad, pressing my nude body to his, as I felt him take a deep breath as I pressed my sex against his leg, and his penis against my lower stomach, while my small breasts were at the lower part of his chest. My dad is tall and my head was resting by his breast. There was no doubt that dad was responding to my nudity, as his cock was becoming hard against my body. Without looking up into my dad’s face, instead I glanced down to see if I could view his cock becoming hard, as I wanted to see it become firm and big. So you guys know what happened, I have to tell you what I asked dad as he held me. Now don’t interrupt or I will stop my story, as Marti had started to ask me something, as had Brandy. With a soft voice, I asked my dad, "Do you like me being nude like this with you? 'Cause I feel your thing!" I couldn’t say cock to my dad - whose penis was getting stiff. "And that I would like to touch it, and have you touch me, and then we..." I stopped speaking, as I was afraid, of what I didn’t know. At first dad didn’t say anything, then he squeezed me tight in his arms, and I was surprised when he picked me up and carried me back over and placed me on my bed. Dad stood up, and his thing was sticking straight out and up in the air, and it seemed to be almost twice the size it was before and certainly much larger than I had seen and felt against me last night in bed. "Honey, my god, you’re something to behold, and yes, I enjoy looking at your body without anything covering you." Looking at dad’s thing I saw it was kind of shaking, almost vibrating, and it was wet on the end, as if it was leaking. Then Dad told me, "Shana, honey, you will assuredly cause me to end up in prison if you ever speak to anyone about what we have done." Then he continued, "Honey for now we need to dress, although it is tempting to get on the bed with you and give you what I believe you want from me, but let’s wait until tonight, then you tell me what you want." We both dressed and went to breakfast, and after we had eaten, Dad went to his meetings, and I went to the game room for a while, then went to the room, put on my bathing suit, and swan and lay around the pool speaking with some of the other kids who were staying at the resort. When dad returned to the room after the meeting, he told me that we would have lunch, and that he had a golf match at two o’clock, so I would be on my own until dinner, but he would like me to wear my best dress tonight, and heels. That evening, the dinner was really called a banquet, and I could not believe the meal, as you had a choice of lobster tails, prime rib, or chicken breast. I had my first lobster, and it was wonderful. Then we listened to a band that played old people music, as I told dad that was what it was, but it was fun when my father asked me to dance with him. We returned to our room around ten-thirty, and as I undressed, dad looked at me intently. I had worn my favorite lacy camisole and matching panties, you guys know the pair that is ivory colored Italian lacy and silk. And there was nothing to the panties but lace, except for the center protection strip. I had worn a pair of thigh-high stockings, with the lace tops. All evening the stockings had felt like they were going too slid off my legs as I walked or moved around. After I had hung my dress up, I reached down and pulled the stockings up my legs, and as I turned around, saw dad was undressing and was down to his boxers. We sat on Dad’s bed, and I found a movie that was going to start in about ten minutes, and as I flipped through the movie channels, they let you watch a couple of minutes of the movie before they try to get you to purchase it. When I flipped to an adult movie, it was showing a couple having sex, and the guy was standing up at the end of some kind of table, and the girl laying on her back, with her legs pointed up in the air. For a brief moment, I could see the man moving his thick cock back and forth in the girl’s shaved pussy. Dad didn’t say anything, but when the clip ended, I looked at him and asked if he wanted to watch that movie. He replied, "I’m afraid you’ll get the wrong idea, and you may have seen too much already." I told dad that was the first time I had ever seen such a movie, and could we watch it when it started in a half hour? When the movie came on, we snuggled on the bed together, and after a while I was curled up in the crook of dad’s arm, and I moved my left leg on him, and let it rest over his cock. Dad didn’t say anything, but after the movie, said. "Shana, you should sleep by yourself in the other bed." I knew dad was thinking about what we had done in the bathroom, and what we had said after he carried me to my bed that morning. Moving to the dresser, I finished undressing, first my camisole, then my panties, and decided to leave my stockings on, thinking they looked sexy. When I climbed in my bed, I got comfortable, and spoke to dad for maybe ten minutes, then asked if I could get in bed with him. "Shana, honey, I’m not certain that is a good idea, but maybe for a few minutes." As I got out of my bed and got in bed with dad, I saw the boxers he had on when we undressed, were laying on the floor. I did not see him take them off, but knew that he had done so, knowing I would see him completely naked. When I got in bed with Dad, I asked him if he liked me, and that he did not need to worry that I would tell Mom we were in bed together, or nude in front of each other, or anything else. Dad understood what I was saying and he pulled me over so I was laying against him on the left side of my body. I moved my right leg up and rested it on him. My knee was touching his cock, and I moved my leg, until the inner skin of my thigh was resting on his cock, was becoming hard against the stocking covering my leg. "Dad, you can touch me if you want, I won’t tell, besides I want to touch your thing. May I?" "Shana, are you certain, we can get in big trouble, especially me, and I’m afraid that some day you will hate me if I caress you, and you me?" "No, I won’t. So don’t worry! Just do what you want!" The next few minutes had passed without either Dad or I saying anything, but I knew dad was trying to determine if he wished or dared to touch his own daughter in ways that weren’t supposed to happen. Finally Dad moved until he was on his side, and my leg was still over his. When I felt his hand on my small breast, I wasn’t afraid, but a strange feeling resulted as his large hand covered my entire breast. My father rolled my nipples with his fingers, and he told me, "Shana, your nipples are exceptionally long, like your mothers." When I felt him, move his hand down and stroke my stomach, then my hip, and finally on the thin hairs over my pussycat, I shook from the contact of his fingers on my love button. My hips wiggled from the pressure dad’s finger was creating in pressing and touching my love button, and when he took it between his fingers, and lightly squeezed it, only to release it, and then squeeze it between his fingers once more, my hips were moving back and forth as dad played with my little button. Neither of us said a thing, and as dad was now lightly stroking my pussycat, I reached down and caught his cock in my right hand. It was thick, hard and the end was wet. As if I had done so all my life, I begin to stroke dad’s erection, and I scooted around until I had it pointing at my pussycat. Dad was now entering his finger between the outer lips, and I felt a strange reaction as his finger parted the fatty outer lips of my pussycat. For several minutes we touched and stroked each other. "Baby, you’re going to make me cum, oh god! Shana! I can’t stop now!" He moved his hand from pussy, and I felt his cock quivering in my hand. I placed his cock against my pussycat as I continued stroking him faster and griping his firmness harder. Dad made a funny sound, then I felt his cock actually vibrating, as I rub the head against my pussycat, while stroking him. Then Dad was moaning loudly. "Oh Shana, OH Honey! It’s cumming! AUGHHHH! I’m getting off! OH Shana!" Then I felt my father’s warm cum, shoot out from his cock, and splash against my pussycat. It pulsed and squirted five times. Dad’s thick, warm cum was all over my pussycat, stomach and my hand was coated in his slippery wetness. "Did you like that?" I asked, still holding dad’s erection, and rubbing it all over my pussycat, and between the puffy lips of my sex. Instead of saying anything to me, my father was once more using his finger to rub my love button. After a few minutes, I became excited, and knew my father was going to make me climax. I cried out as I was lost in my orgasm, and when I settled down, dad kissed me on my cheek. I lay in wonder and felt the wetness from dad’s cum cooling on my body. What would it be like to feel dad push his cock in my pussycat, and leave his cum inside my sex? "Shana, are you okay? I sincerely hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, and you know it must never be discussed with anyone." Dad cautioned. "Yeah, I know." I said, "and I’ve told you each time, it’s only between us, and I know mom would blame you, but I really wanted you to touch me." Then I remember asking dad, "Would you like to... like to do more? Like put it in me?" Moving my hand up and down again, I felt dad becoming stiff once more, I asked, "Can I get pregnant, even though I’ve not started my periods?" "Shana, have you ever had sex?" Then he asked, "Are you a virgin? Be honest." "I’m a virgin daddy, but I want you for my first time, if that is what you want." Then I knew my stroking dad’s cock had made him erect once more. "Dad, you're hard, and I hope you want to do me, because I want it bad, please?" I lay on my back and dad looked at me, and told me, "Honey, we can touch and such, but I think we should hold off on you’re having sex with me, at least this trip. Okay, Little One?" My father sensed my disappointment, and told me, "Shana, honey, I will do it part way with you, and that means I will only work it in the edge, between the lips only." Then I felt my sex being touched with my father’s erection. Dad was holding his cock in his hand, and moving slightly back and forth, he was pressing the fatty labia of my sex apart, and I knew when the fat head of his cock had parted it, but didn’t enter me very far. For several minutes, dad moved it the slight distance in the edge of my pussycat. When I felt my father ready to go off, and he moaned out he was about to cum again. I pressed upward and felt the head of his cock push just a little deeper into me. Then I felt his cum entering the opening between my legs, and I knew the feeling a woman has in feeling her first spraying of cum into her sex. I cried out, "Oh daddy, that is so nice!" For the remainder of the trip, dad would only finger my clit until I climaxed. He loved to squirt his cum on my pussy, as I jacked him off. Several times he would play with my nipples as he fingered my pussycat and rubbed my love button until I got off. Guys, on Sunday morning, I woke up and Dad was sleeping on his back, and I took his flaccid cock in my hand and started kissing and licking the end. By the time I had the courage to take his cock in my mouth, he was erect and awake. "Oh baby, that feels good," Dad said as I was moving my mouth up and down on his cock. Then I felt him get tense, and he moaned out, "I’m going to cum, Shana, OH! Hell, I’m cumming, yeah!" Then dad shot his cum in my mouth at least four times, and my mouth was full of his spunk. After I pulled my mouth from his cock, I tried to swallow his cream, but could only swallow a little. The rest ran down the corners of my mouth and chin; and dribbled onto my puffy little breasts. After we returned home, I would see dad watching me, and I would smile, and one day we were alone here in the pool, and I asked him, "Dad, can we be alone again, you know what I mean?" "Perhaps, if the opportunity allows," was all Dad said in replying to my question, but he understood what I wanted. "Since then I have wondered if I should let dad do it to me, and let him be my first?" ***** Then, it was Brandy's turn: "I haven’t even been felt up really good, and no one has hit on me except for one strange occurrence." She continued, "Both my cousins, Mike and Molly, who are seventeen, have asked me it I would like to play house with them. One day Molly told me that she and Mike, her twin brother, sometimes play house, and she explained they touch each other and when they are home alone, will shower together. One Sunday when we were having a cookout, and their parents, my dad’s brother, and his wife, were visiting, Molly and I had walked to the small wooded area on the back of the five acres where we have a weekend home. We sat down on a fallen tree, the one we all set on, you know which one I'm talking about, and Molly asked me if I had ever done it with a girl? There was no doubt my face turned red, and when I looked at Molly, I could see she was looking in my eyes, and studying my face to determine if she could tell if I had. I told her what we had done with each other, especially you and I, Kristen, when we sucked each other’s breasts. Molly asked if she could go down on me? Looking at her, I asked, 'Like lesbians do? You mean oral sex, cause I’m not gay.' I told Molly." "Sure, but I’m not gay, but I like doing it to a girl, and having the girl do me, maybe you would like to play house with Mike and me, it would be fun for the two of us to make Mike excited," Molly replied. "That was a couple of weeks ago, and I’m supposed to visit them for two weeks at the end of the month, but I’m afraid to go down on Molly, and having Mike there, and so if I do it with them, will I be gay? The rest of you tell me what I should do, please?" I told her she should go for it, and so did Chrissy, Marti and Kristen, and then I asked her, "Would you let Mike have your cherry?" "Golly, that’s scary, but are the rest of you having someone wanting to take your virginity, and especially you Shana, are you going to have your dad, do you?" "Sure, if I can get him to do me, but he told me on the business trip that we could do things, but not go all the way. But I want him to do me all the way." "What about Gary, your stepbrother, have you messed around with him?" I asked. "At times he has felt my breast, which happened one Saturday morning when I was sleeping late, and mom was at work, and dad was playing golf. My brother, Gary, got into my bed with me, and started touching my breast, I woke up and told him to get out of my bed. Instead, he pushed the shirt I was wearing to sleep in, up over my breasts, and commenced feeling and kissing them. In a little while his hand slipped under the waist band of my panties, and I felt his fingers playing in my pubic hair, and then he was pushing his fingers in my pussycat. I pushed him away but he wouldn’t stop, and his touching and playing, got me turned on. He asked me to hold his dick in my hand. Finally, I gave in as he was making me feel really good. I jacked him off, and made him cum twice. Ever since then, Gary has tried to do me, but I’m afraid to let him, as he has a big dick, and he told me his girlfriend said he is big. So now you all know my secrets." ***** The rest of us looked at Chrissy. She smiled and said the only relative she would want sex with is her father. "You sex fiends all know my father has raised me after my mother left with her boyfriend. Then, she and dad divorced. Dad has never made a move on me, but sometimes I get upset, and wake up at night and crawl in bed with him. He simply scoots over and tells me, "Okay my sweet girl, curl up with dad and go back to sleep." In the past week, our air conditioner stopped working, and it was so hot, that I was only wearing my panties to bed. When I first started getting into bed with my father, I was ten, and I found out he slept in the nude, and I loved seeing his thing. This past week, I was only wearing my panties, and for some reason, I decided to take them off and be nude with my father in bed. When I pulled off my panties, I wanted my father to feel my nude body, and I hoped he would look at me and tell me he liked me in the nude with him, and he would like to do me. When I entered my father’s bed room, he was laying with no covers on him, and his thing was hard and kind of sticking up and falling over in a funny way, and was wiggling around. I moved onto the bed with Dad, and pressed my body against him, and dad hardly stirred, and drifted back to sleep almost immediately. I was laying with my leg over his, and for the first time, I reached down and gripped his thing in my hand. The feeling of his thing was the most unique item I had ever held in my hand. It was warm, slick like, and stiff, and seemed to have ridges inside. I could feel the thick vein that ran under his thing, and as I held it, I moved my hand over the end and felt a slick fluid easing from the opening. Using my finger nail, I push it in the slit at the end of his thing, and was rubbing my sex against his leg even more. My father woke up, and for a moment said nothing, then he smiled at me, saying, "Chrissy, are you enjoying your exploring of my body, and specifically my private parts?" Dad didn’t tell me to stop, or continue, but simply asked if I was having fun, or that is how I took his comment. "Chrissy, you are going to cause something to happen you may not expect to happen, if you continue stroking and running your nail in the end of my cock." I knew he was telling me he would shoot his cream, and I was building him up to erupt. For the next two or three minutes I enjoyed stroking dad, and felt his body humping up in response to my strokes. Then Dad turned, facing me, pulling my leg up over him, moved till the end of his thing was touching my sex. I understood his desire to shoot his cum on my pussycat, and when it blasted out in three shots, I moaned out with him. Guys, I climaxed with dad when I felt his stuff land on my sex. We have slept together since then, but we haven’t done anything since, not even to touch each other’s sex. So if I could, I would love my father to screw me. End of my story," Chrissy said with a funny look on her face, not a smile, not a frown, just a look of disbelief that she had barred her sexual play with her father. ***** "Let’s get out of the pool girlfriends, go in the house and have a soda," I said. Walking into the kitchen, I saw my oldest brother setting in the den watching TV, while he was reading a book. "Hi girls, "Brandon, said as we walked by him. We all spoke to him, and I looked at him differently from in the past, wondering if his cock was as big as Dad’s? In the kitchen we each grabbed a cold drink, and we headed to my room. Once we were in my room, we stripped off our bathing suits, and flopped on my bed, and the floor, and I sat on my bean bag chair. Finally, Marti spoke, "So, do we try to get our choices to have incest with us, and our sexual desires fulfilled?" Or have we all spoken of things we have done with our dads, brother, or cousins, that should have been kept private and to ourselves?" "I agree with Marti," Chrissy said, "And somehow, we must never speak of what we have told each other to anyone outside our group." Then with a smile on her face, Chrissy said, "So, I say we each try to seduce the one in our family we want to be our first, and each Monday we meet here at Shana’s and tell of our results in losing our virginity to the one we want." The following Monday, we got together and were waiting for Kristen to fill us in on her "date" with Jorge the previous Saturday night. Chrissy was also in a good mood, and we wondered why. Then Brandy, being silly, asked, "Kristen, don’t make us wait any longer, did you do it with Jorge or not?" "Yeah," Marti said, "Let’s have the details." ***** We sat back, with open ears, as Kristen told us the story of what happened: "Jorge wanted me to go for a ride with him, and I knew what it meant. It was Saturday night, and after a few minutes I asked mom if I could go for a ride with him. Mom said it would be okay, but to be careful. I was wearing a thong panty just for Jorge, and hadn’t worn a bra. I had on a tube-top and my short-shorts that mom hates, but lets me wear. I knew that Jorge was looking at me and wondering if I was going to let him do me. First we drove to the 'Stuffed Dog and Fries' where you were all there waiting and when I walked in with Jorge. I gave you the secret words we had thought up to let you know I was going to get laid that night. I told you, 'peace girls' which meant I was going to do it that night. When we left the hangout, I was nervous and wondered if I should go through with it. Then Jorge, reached over, taking my hand in his, and drove out to the Interstate and got a room at the Madison Creek Inn. Jorge said he told the desk clerk, he had just gotten married, and he wanted a nice room, so we ended up in a suite, which had a whirlpool bathtub. In the room, we sat on the sofa in the one room of the suite, and we watched TV for a few minutes. Then Jorge was kissing me, and almost immediately was French kissing me, and I jumped when he slipped his hand under my tube-top, and begins squeezing my boobs. I thought I was in heaven when he started gently pinching my nipples ever so lightly, and then he pulled my top down and my breasts were exposed to him. I just shut my eyes, waiting to see what would happen next. Needless to say I didn’t wait long before I was feeling my tits being sucked on like a mother does with her baby. While we were kissing and my bare breasts were being felt by Jorge, he asked I wanted to get in the whirlpool tub, and feel the water swirl around us. I thought that’s a better way to undress, than lay on the bed, spread my legs apart, watch and feel my own brother climb between then, and get fucked for my first time. I knew that Jorge was attempting to make it enjoyable for me my first time, so I told him, 'Yeah.' No more than five minutes passed, and I was standing next to the sofa and removed my top and shorts. When Jorge saw my thong, he told me that it looked terrific, and asked if he could peel it off. I simply nodded my head and in seconds I was standing completely nude in front of a boy, and it was a weird feeling to have no clothes before a guy, especially my own sibling. When Jorge undressed I was watching him the total time, and when he pulled his briefs down, he was hard and his cock was pointing straight up in the air. I don’t know how big a guy should be, but I can tell you that damn thing is as big around as a pop can. All I could think about when I first saw it was, how will that big thing get in me. Then I recalled how he had pushed the end of it in me the last time I was in a motel room with him. We filled the tub, and Jorge turned on the whirlpool and we sat in the tub. First we were facing each other, then Jorge asked me to set with my back to him, so he could hold me. I enjoyed feeling him against my back, and the water felt really nice as it swirled around us. My breasts became the center of attention to Jorge, and his hands were constantly playing with them. I found I enjoyed his pinching my nipples, and a couple of times, he did it really - really hard, and I mean hard. The feeling was such that all I could do was squirm and moan, why I enjoyed the pain of them being pinched I don’t know, but it made me want him to do it more. I told him to squeeze them harder, and when he did, I sometimes would tell him harder. Once I thought he would pinch them off, but I didn’t complain, and I remember reaching behind me and grabbing his cock. It was only a few moments and Jorge said we should get out of the tub. I knew that meant he was ready to do me. Damn, I thought, 'Should I have sex? Oh hell, what have I got myself into?' And I realized that I was about to have my virginity taken and I was only thirteen. Did I want to do this? Getting out of the tub, we each grabbed a towel, and I dried Jorge off, while he did the same to me. Jorge took my hand in his, led me into the bedroom of the suite. I felt special and a little embarrassed when Jorge asked me to pose for him? I turned around a few times so he could see all of me. Jorge asked me to set on the edge of the bed, and then lay back with my legs over the edge of the bed. Within a half minute I was building to a climax, as he had knelt down and was performing oral sex on me. When I went off, I saw stars, I swear I did! Then Jorge helped me stand. We turned back the covering on the bed, and he helped me lay down. I looked at Jorge’s cock, and honestly, it seemed to be half as big again, as it was when I had seen it hard when we undressed. I need to find out how big other guys are, but I could not close my hand around his cock, and my hand closed less than half way around his male thing. We started kissing, and Jorge was running his hands from my face and down my legs as far as he could reach. Then he was playing with my pussycat, and his fingers were probing inside me, and I became anxious. Not for sex, but unsure if I could let him do me. I didn’t get a real choice after that, Jorge moved over on me, and I was holding my legs tight together, but he simply used his knees to push them open. Never have I been so scared in my thirteen years as I was when I felt the end of Jorge’s cock touch my pussycat. This is it, I remember thinking, Jorge is going to do it to me, as I felt him using his hand to work it between the lips of my sex. At first I was tight, and likely because I was sacred to death of how it would hurt. Then it was a matter of wondering if I wanted him to do it. Then I felt the end of his cock go inside my pussycat. My hips pulled back, but I didn’t try to stop Jorge. Now my mind was thinking I don’t want sex, while I was also thinking, now I will find out the mystery of sex and fucking. Then it happened! Jorge didn’t wait for me to adjust to his entering my pussycat, nor did my brother work it in a little at a time. My brother simply lined his cock up at the entrance of my pussycat, and with an almost brutal plunge into me, tore apart my hymen. It was not only painful, but I could feel what I knew was my virgin blood running from my torn open sex. 'HELL, WAIT! NO WAIT! OH HELL JORGE, WAIT! STOP! STOP PLEASE! FOR GAWDS SAKE WAIT! DAMN, IT HURTS JORGE, STOP IT HURTS! NO! GAWD I CAN’T TAKE IT! OH JORGE NO! NO! AUGHHHHHH!' Then I was no longer a virgin, and felt like I was split completely apart between my legs. I was crying and begging Jorge to stop for a moment, but he was simply moving his cock in and out of my torn pussy. When we were done, or I should say, when Jorge was done, there was one hell of a bloody mess on the bed, me and Jorge. I must have had the most bloody cherry of all times. There can be no doubt in my mind that Jorge was pleased with me, as he was kissing me, and saying he was sorry it hurt me, but he explained that I was a virgin, and the tightest pussy he ever had, and my hymen must have been extra thick. Never could I explain how I felt after we were laying side by side, and Jorge was kissing me, thanking me for allowing him to be my first, and maybe we should run away to Alabama, where he thought brothers and sisters could marry. Then I was feeling my breast being kissed, and I shed tears at no longer having my virginity, Jorge was kissing my lips, the tears in my eyes, whispering he loved me in my ears. Then Jorge was giving me hickeys all over my breast, across my stomach and even around my pussy, and inside my thighs. When Jorge sat up, I begin to laugh, and I told him, you have my blood all over your face, go look in the mirror. He got up from the bed, and looking in the mirror, started laughing and said he was a bloody Spanish boy for sure. I asked him to get me a towel, and he did, and a wash cloth. I said I needed to shower and clean the mess off me that we had made. Jorge got in the shower with me, and washed me. Jorge was gentle and I enjoyed his kissing me over and over. After drying off, we got back in bed, and had placed towels over the mess on the sheets. Then we turned the top sheet over the bottom sheet, and lay down. My sex was so sore, and I could feel stuff running out of me, and onto the towel I had placed under my hips. I asked Jorge to see what was leaking from me, and he told me it was his cum and I was still bleeding a little. Perhaps an hour passed, and once more we had sex, and this time it was not a sharp pain, but a raw burning feeling. It was uncomfortable, but felt good, I must admit. We did it once more, then we took another shower, and we dressed and he took me home. Jorge was supposed to take me to breakfast on Sunday, but he didn’t. I feel like he got what he wanted and now I’m dead meat. Now I want you girlfriends to see all the hickeys he gave me." She removed her clothes so us girls could see the ones Jorge had made on the inside of her thighs, near her pussycat. I and the others set quit for a few minutes, then Kristen asked me, "Shana, am I bad, you’re so honest, tell me?" "No, you are perfect, and I love you, my dear friend," I said to Kristen, then walked over and hugged her. ***** Then we heard Chrissy say very excitedly, "I did it, also!" I listened as my best friend just admitted she had sex to the rest of us. Was it with her father, so I said to her, "Chrissy, tell us what happened." Chrissy began her story as we sat in awe, and listened: "My dad and I went to the mall on Saturday, and he bought me some new clothes, and shoes. Then we stopped to eat at a restaurant we go to all the time. When we got home, I tried on the outfits dad had gotten me, and then we sat around watching television. Around eleven, I went to bed, and dad was watching the news, and when it was over, I heard him go to bed. I lay in my bed for about an hour, and looking at the clock, I saw it was eight minutes after midnight. I had been thinking all week about our conversation of incest, and how close Dad and I had come to having sex. I decided I would get in bed with him and see if I could keep the pact we had spoken of at your place last week, Shana. I got out of bed, took off my pajama top, and walked nude into dad’s room. The thought of what might happen was somewhat scary. I wondered how I would feel afterwards. When I got in bed with dad, he said, "Hi, honey, want to curl up with dad again?" Then Dad said we had best stop sleeping together as I was getting to be too much of a woman. That made me feel good, so I wrapped my arms and legs up and over Dad. Then I moved my body face down on my dad, and I could feel the warmth of his body against mine, and his manhood becoming erect almost immediately after I lay over his broad body. I spread my legs and let them fall along each side his, and this put my pussycat on top of his growing erection. Dad moved his arms so he was hugging me, also. I moved my leg so I was resting on his cock even more directly. Nothing was said between us, but I could feel dad tense as I pressed tightly onto his now fully, and erect penis. Reaching down, I took Dad’s cock in my hand and started stroking on it lightly. Dad said we had best stop, but I said it was nothing, and let’s not say anything else, but just snuggle and enjoy. I felt dad, start to move with the rhythm of my stroking. It was now extremely hard. I moved onto my back and pulled it toward my pussycat and asked him to lie on me. There was no doubt that he understood what I wanted. When he started to say something, I put my finger on his lips. I spread my legs, and shivered as I felt my own father take his cock in his hand and begin to work it between the lips of my pussycat. I knew Dad was only going to jack himself off against me like the last time, so I whispered to him, "Put it in, it is okay, I want you inside me, please." Slowly I felt dad entering my sex, it was a strange feeling as the lips of my pussycat was stretched to accept his penis, then I knew a sudden feeling of pleasure. My breasts were being sucked by dad, as he moved his penis back and forth in the edge of my sex. Before long, my hips were moving up and down from the bed, and I wanted more contact with dad’s erection as it was beginning to edge deeper inside my pussycat. "Oh, oh!" I moaned out, knowing Dad was pressing against my virginity, and thought maybe we should stop. But it was too late to stop, as he gave me what I had entered his bed for, he shoved through my virginity. I cried out, "Augh! That hurts, oh Daddy, easy, can we stop for a minute." At that moment I felt the penetration and splitting of my cherry. I was no longer a virgin, and I looked at the clock for some strange reason, and it was thirty- five minutes after midnight, so my first time was early on a Sunday morning I thought. I even wrote all of this in my diary. The pain was strong when I lost my cherry, but the discomfort seemed to only last for a brief time. For the next few minutes, I lay under my father, my legs parted, and he was moving his cock back and forth inside me. When dad started doing it faster, I could sense that he was being gentle, even though he wanted to go off, but he was trying to be easy with me my first time. After dad went off, he turned on his back and pulled me over with him, so I was partly resting on him. I could sense dad was having trouble with what we had done, so I kissed him lightly on the lips, saying, "Thanks, that was wonderful, and I will always remember you were my first." For a while we lay holding each other, then I felt dad becoming hard again, so I lay on my back and asked my dad, "C-can we do it again?" Once more I felt my father move between my thighs, and this time felt no pain, just irritating soreness, but after just a few moments, I wanted to be closer to dad, and I wrapped my legs around his back, and my arms were hugging his neck. Soon dad was moving faster and harder in and out of my pussycat, and my hips seemed to be jumping up from the bed to meet his strokes into my body. I felt feverish, and I was sobbing out the same words over and over, "Um daddy, um daddy, oh daddy!" Then I was so excited that there could be no doubt I was going to climax, and having masturbated and knowing how it felt to come, I knew this was going to be entirely different. Then it hit me, and I came and cried out, "Oh yeah, it is gawd, Daddy, I’m doing it, I’m cumming!" Then I heard my dad cry out, "Me too, I coming with you - aughhh, oh Chrissy!" We went to sleep hugging each other, and the next morning I was sore, but did it once before we got out of bed. There was blood on the sheets, but evidently not like we heard from Kristen. Anyway, Sunday night we went to bed, and had sex three times, and again this morning when dad woke up to go to work. We’ve enjoyed being together, and I didn’t say anything to dad, but my sex - RIGHT NOW - is sore, and it feels as if has been rubbed raw inside. We’ve showered together this morning, and as dad was drying me off, he was kneeling in front of me and kissed my pussycat, but I laughed and told dad I was sore, and he’d about killed his little girl. Dad is going to take me to a doctor and have me put on birth control. So that is what happened to me." Then we looked at Kristen’s pussy, to see what it looked like after having sex, and we did the same with Chrissy, and found they were reddish, and looked as if they had been torn where their hymens had been. Kristen’s pussycat was assuredly different from before she had sex, as the inner lips seemed to be hanging out from her sex, whereas before they were inside. ***** For the rest of the morning we enjoyed swimming in the pool. After the others had left around one in the afternoon, I went to my room and undressed. Believing no one else was at home, I walked into the bathroom nude, and showered. I fixed my hair and makeup, and spent extra time in doing my eyes, and when I was satisfied with how I looked, I turned around to walk back to my room. Standing in the doorway was my brother Brandon, and he was looking at me with a look that said he enjoyed my nude body. At first I was lost for words, then asked, "So, big brother, do you get off watching your little sister, as she showers and fixes her makeup? You’re a perv!" "Shana, you’re not as little a girl as you think, you’re stacked, and also very attractive. Even if I am a perv, I know you look terrific." Then Brandon asked, "Where you off to, or just hanging around?" "No place really, my friends just left before I showered and fixed my makeup. And are you just going to stand and stare at me in my birthday suit, and in the hallway?" "Sorry," Brandon said, then asked, "Maybe we could ride to the Stuffed Dog and grab a bite for lunch? Especially after how cute you are, damn you are stacked!" "You would take your little sister out for lunch, with all your friends seeing you with a kid in your car?" Looking at me, and I saw his eyes moving from my face, to my small breasts and down to my sparse hair covering my sex. I felt a sensation in my pussycat, and knew it was telling me that a guy liked me, even if the guy happened to be my big brother. "Sure, sounds like fun, but I do need to dress before we leave, don’t you think, or do you wish me go nude?" As I walked to my bedroom, I knew Brandon was following me, and I decided it would be fun to dress in front of him. In my room, Brandon sat on my bed, lay back and asked, "Is it okay for him to watch me dress?" Looking at my brother, I asked, "Brandon, is it different in your seeing my body nude like this, than when I was nude in the bathroom?" Taking a pair of thong panties from my dresser, and a slip over top, and a short skirt from the closet, I lay them on the bed, and then picked up my panties and stepped into them and pulled them up my legs. I intentionally tried to let my legs open enough that Brandon could view my pussy, and I knew the way he turned his head while laying on my bed, he was seeing something. I laughed and asked Brandon, "See anything you like or want?" "You best believe, and it is a shame you’re my sister, or I would jump your bones, little Sis." "How about if I jump yours," I replied and gave a jump and landed on him as he lay on my bed. At first I was laying kind of half on Brandon, then I moved and was straddling his body and laying on him. Brandon was laughing and his arms and hands were trying to push me off him, and I could tell he was attempting to not touch me in any intimate way. I was moving so my pussycat was rubbing his left leg, as Brandon had pushed me so I was straddling his leg and all at once I wanted more. I grabbed his hand, and 'accidentally' placed it on my naked breast. My right leg was pressing against his penis, and I felt it getting hard. "Shana, do you know what you’re doing to me?" Brandon asked as I was grinding against him and holding his hand tightly on my right breast. "Yeah, you want to do anything else," and I guess that was a funny question to ask at the time? Brandon reached his left hand down, and was attempting to slip his fingers under the small piece of material covering my pussycat. "Shana, maybe we better not right now, but later if you want to, I’d love to do it with you." I was a little disappointed, but understood that he was giving me a chance to be sure what I was offering him was what I really wanted. Then Brandon asked, "Are you still a virgin, or have you done it?" "No, I haven’t done it all the way, and I’m still a virgin, is that a problem?" "Shana that isn’t a problem, but I’m your brother, does that bother you?" "No, and I’m your sister, so I know the implication of incest, okay?" Laughing I told Brandon, "If you get your fingers out of my panties, I will get dressed and we will go to the hangout, and I can be your date, or will you be embarrassed being seen with me?" "Are you kidding? You’re one cute babe!" I finished dressing, and it dawned on me, I had wanted my brother sexually, as I had my father. I had mixed feelings concerning incest and sex with someone other than a relative. My brother and I went to the Stuffed Dog, and in the restaurant, lots of my friends and Brandon’s buddies were there, and some stopped and visited with us. Then Chrissy and Marti walked in, and seeing me and Brandon together, walked over to the table where we were seated and sat down with us. When Brandon went to get a soda refill, Marti asked, are you doing it with Brandon and not telling us? I quickly told Chrissy and Marti what had happened between Brandon and me, just a short time before, he brought there to eat. Then Brandon was back at the table, and when we were finished with our food, we took off for a ride in his car. Brandon headed out into the country and we ended up at the river where a small park was located, and the park road ran under the highway bridge that crossed the river. The park road went about a quarter mile from the bridge, and ended in a parking lot. There was only a pickup in the lot, and we could see a couple of men fishing, and we figure it was their truck. Brandon backed his car under a tree, and asked if I wanted to take a hike along the river path? "Sure, I’d like that!" We got out the car and started down the gravel path circling through the woods, and back to the river walk. After we had walked about a half mile, we came to a building housing restrooms for men and women, and told Brandon, I needed to use the restroom. I entered the women’s restroom, and as I was starting to pee, Brandon walked into the open stall entrance in front of me. "Hi Lady, mind if I watch?" my brother asked me and was laughing as my face turned red. "You’re terrible, don’t watch me," but I was already peeing. When my crazy brother asked me to pull my skirt up so he could watch me urinate, I did it. Why? I have no idea. When I finished, we started walking along the path, and we read the small signs that had been placed in front of the various trees, and plants, identifying them. Then Brandon whispered for me to not speak, look straight ahead about fifty yards, and I did saw a deer and her fawn. They were looking at us, but didn’t run away but as we watched the two deer walked deeper into the woods. Finally we walked back to the river walk, and walked passed where the two men were fishing, and we waved at them as we walked past them. They returned our wave, and we continued walking and we saw a marker that showed we had walked a mile from the parking lot. Another small sign showed that the paved river walk continued for another mile and a quarter. Continuing our hike, we soon saw other hikers that were enjoying the park, but they were hiking the complete state park, they informed us. We turned around and headed back to Brandon’s car. I was surprised when my brother held the door for me, and I decided to tease him as I got in his car, I held my legs open so my panties showed. "You’re teasing the wrong guy, cause I just might take that showing as an invitation, dear sister," Brandon said. In the car, I turned to face my brother and pulled my legs up to expose my thighs and I assumed, the crotch of my panties. When Brandon saw me do that, I knew he was trying to determine if I was teasing or providing him with an invitation for whatever he wanted. My actions got an immediate response from my brother, "Take them off, let me see your pussy." "I’m afraid too, I know what will happen and it scares me to think what we would end up doing because you would do me, wouldn’t you?" "I want to, but not here and we can’t at home either because Tony is home, but tomorrow morning we could, because Tony will be going to baseball camp from around nine until three." Then again my brother asked me, "Shana, will you pull your panties off and let me see what you look like between your legs, please" "You do it, I can’t, and don’t ask me why I'm letting you see me. I-I guess I enjoy you looking." My brother reached over and ever so gently pulled my panties down my legs and then he pulled me by my legs until I was laying across the seat. I watched as Brandon moved his face down and kissed my thighs and then his lips were kissing my pussycat. My mind went blank and I thought how I had determined it would be my father who I would give my cherry to. But now, here I was experiencing oral sex with my brother. The feeling of his mouth on me like that was creating the feeling I knew would bring me to an orgasm. Masturbating was nothing to the feeling that my brother’s tongue was doing to my body. After a few more minutes, I was moaning out and sobbing from one orgasm to another, and when I cried out, "No more, I can’t stand any more, oh Brandon, I can’t stop cumming, no more, please, stop!" Brandon moved from between my legs, and held his face about two feet from my pussycat and then he was stroking my legs, my sex and playing in the few hairs growing over the top edge of my sex, at the top of my cleft. "Your pussy is wide open and that must be your cherry or something, cause it stops me from looking deep inside you." I couldn’t answer Brandon, I was still coming down from the orgasms that had racked my body, but I knew that I wanted my father to have my virginity, not my brother. After a while, I put my thong on, and we drove home. When we got home, I ran to my room and using my private phone, called Chrissy and told her what had happened, but ask she not tell the other girls. CHAPTER 2 When my father came home from work and we were eating dinner, he announced that he had to leave in the morning for a three-day meeting in Chicago. Looking at me, he asked, "Want to go with dad, and you can see the Field Museum and Aquarium, while I’m at the meetings during the day." There could be no doubt what dad was saying in his question of my traveling with him to Chicago. My pussycat seemed to be opening and closing as I sat at the table and replied, "Yeah, that will be great. Is it okay mom? Please say it is!" My mother said that it was no problem, but we needed to go to the store and get me some new clothes. So hurry up and eat. Brandon was unhappy, but I told him that we could do something when I got back, and that my pussycat was still excited from what he had done to me that afternoon. Then I handed him my thongs, and giggling like the young girl I was. I told Brandon, "Do it with Chrissy while I'm gone. Call her on your cell phone, and tell her you want to take her out, and she might let you do her." The next morning, dad and I went to the airport and boarded a plane to Chicago, and less than two hours later we landed at O’Hare. We took rooms in a hotel on Michigan Avenue, and once we were in the room, Dad made a few phone calls, and I listened as he told whomever he was speaking with that he would see them at two o’clock sharp. Dad unpacked his luggage, and I did also. I had been wearing a long skirt, but decided to put on a pair of shorts. After we were unpacked, we went down into the lobby, looked around the hotel, then took a walk around the area, so I would know where I was. Dad spoke to me about not leaving the area and if anyone approached me, to walk in a store, telling the clerk the person was bothering me. Dad returned from his meeting around six-thirty, and said he needed to shower, and he was hungry and we would eat an early dinner. When Dad was in the shower, I undressed and walked into the bathroom and got in the shower with my father. Dad looked at me, said nothing, but begin to wash me with his large hands. I loved how his hands made my breasts feel, and then he washed my stomach and when his hands went between my legs, I shuddered and moaned. Then I felt his fingers playing around in my opening, and when his finger slipped inside me I cried out as it must have struck against my virginity. My father told me he was sorry, and said we needed to dress for dinner. We took a taxi to a restaurant that dad knew from previous trips, and I had worn a nice dress and low heels, and before we left the hotel, dad told me how beautiful I looked, and for me not to flirt with all the guys. Over dinner, we spoke of about everything but what I wanted to know: Would we have sex? Thinking about if for a moment, I determined that my father may have been concerned that someone may over hear the conversation. After eating, we entered the lounge and sat at a table near the piano player. After having two cocktails, dad asked if I was ready to leave, and I told him, "Yes, Dad, I’m ready." After I said those four words, my father looked at me, smiled and reached over and patted my hand, and asked in one word. "Sure?" At the hotel, we walked around looking at some of the store fronts, then went to our room. Once inside, I kicked off my heels, and sat on the bed I knew dad would sleep in. Dad took off his coat, tie, and his shirt, and I watched to see if he would remove his slacks. He did, and I watched as he hung the items on hangers, then walked over and sat on the bed. "Move," Dad said, "and I will turn down the bed, and then you can lay back down." After turning back the bed, Dad, walked to the bath room, and when he returned, I noticed he had two bath towels with him. I wondered why he had them, not relating them to our going to have sex. Dad lay down, and I knew he was waiting to see what I would do. I stood next to the side of the bed where dad was laying and unfastened my dress, stepped from it as it fell around my feet. Now I was now standing in front of my father in a tiny thong panty. I hadn’t worn a bra or camisole, so my body was on display, except for the small covering over my pussycat. I was scared, but I moved my hands down and slipped my finger tips under the waist of my thong, and commenced slipping the small panties, down over my hips, then off my legs. Opening my eyes, I saw my father was looking at me, and had removed his boxer shorts while my eyes were shut. Before my eyes, was Dad’s penis, and it was becoming larger as he looked at me. Not moving, but standing exactly where I was when I removed my thong, my body was shaking in the fear of being penetrated. My desires were not strong enough to lead me to what I knew was about to happen. There were only two choices, go to my own bed, or move onto the bed with my father, and sometime in a short time, I would no longer be a virgin. Finally I walked slowly over to the bed and climbed up next to my father. I wasn’t certain what a girl does when she is about to have sex, but I knew my father would lead me into the sexual contact between us. Looking I saw dad had placed the towels on the bed, and then I understood, they were for me to lie on, and not get blood on the sheets. Then I thought of what Marti and Chrissy had told of their bleeding, and especially what Kristen had said as well. Crawling onto the towels, I lay on my back, and my father looked at me, and I saw he was really stiff, and I reached out and found my hand wouldn’t close half way around his penis. I wanted to know how long he was, and I asked him, "How long is your penis, and how big around?" "Baby, its eight inches long and I don’t know how far around it is, but is nearly three inches across, but I will be gentle, so don’t worry, or have you changed your mind?" "No, I trust you, but I’m kind of afraid. But it will hurt, won’t it?" "Yes, when it goes all the way in, and I know you cried out when my finger touched your virginity, so being a virgin, you will feel some discomfort." Then dad was touching me, and for the first time he was sucking my nipples, and the feeling was unbelievable. My nipples became so firm, it was almost painful from there being hard, harder than I had ever felt them before. When dad moved his face down and was kissing and licking my pussycat, I found it was more pleasant than when Brandon had, even if he had made me climax over and over. Dad’s tongue was like a snake’s as it flipped in and out of his mouth. He would blow his warm breath on my sex, and his lips pressed my labia apart, and he kissed the entrance of my virgin opening. My hips were starting to move slightly, and evidently my father took that as a sign I was ready to be entered. Moving up over me, holding his weight off me, he looked at me and asked, "Ready?" Unable to speak, I nodded my head, affirming my desires that I was ready for my own father to make me a woman. Looking down, I saw he had raised and bent my thin teen legs so my feet were resting on the bed with my knees in the air. I saw how they seemed so shapeless, But my father seemed to be reading my mind, and he told me, "Your legs are thin, yet have perfect shape to them, and I love your small patch of hair over your sex, you’re something else." Smiling up at my father, I watched as he took his penis in his hand, and then lowered his body until he placed the end of his penis against my pussycat. I was scared - no, I was thinking I might die! Then Dad started to rub his penis up and down between my labia. For how long dad worked the end of his penis up and down my sex, I’m uncertain about. Then I felt my father as he entered my pussycat, a little at a time. First I would feel dad’s penis pressing open my sex, and it seemed as he pressed forward into me, my engorged labia were being pushed inside me as they gripped around his penis. Then the feeling of dad pulling his penis back out of my pussycat, seemed to leave a need to feel him back inside me. Each time he entered, I could feel he was slightly deeper, then I felt a stinging pain, and knew he was pressing his penis against my virginity. "Um, dad, ummmm," I sounded out as dad’s cock continued pressing against my virginity. I knew he was testing me, and seeing how much he could push into me, before it hurt. For at least four or five minutes, Dad moved in me until he hit my virginity, and then pulled out, then back into me as he pushed his cock further into my sex on each stroke. Finally my hips were wiggling, and Dad whispered to me, "Baby, kiss me, I’m going to go all the way." I pressed my lips to my Dad’s, and he held my head in one hand and pressed his mouth harder against mine. Then I felt his hips move quickly downward, and his penis struck against my virginity, and when he didn’t gain complete entrance into my body, he pulled back and then shoved quickly and hard into me. My voice cried out into Dad’s mouth, and I tried to jerk my hips back from his penis probing deeper inside my pussycat. I was no longer a virgin, but Dad’s mouth kept me from crying out the pain of having my cherry taken. Then Dad moved his mouth from mine, and his penis was completely within me, so that I could feel. Dad’s pubic area was pressed against mine. Now that my mouth was no longer covered by my father’s, I sobbed out, "Oh my gawd, it hurts, and you’re so deep in me, oh Daddy, it stings and feels like I’m split into, please, don’t move, gawd! I’m no longer a virgin, and I love you, Dad." Then tears came to my eyes, but I didn’t feel as if I was crying, but simply allowing some unknown release flow from my body. For a few minutes my father made short in and out moves of his cock in my pussycat, then he being to make longer and faster strokes. My legs were stretched straight out alongside my father’s legs, and then he reached down and pulled them up into his arms. Now my father was taking me deeper and harder, and I was sobbing and moving my hips and I was lost in the pain and pleasure that seemed to be one and the same. Then Dad cried out he was cumming, and I felt him shove into me so deep, it seemed he would push himself into my stomach. My feet were kicking around from the stress of my insides being probed and battered, and still Dad held his penis deep inside my sex. Finally Dad moved from between my slender thighs, and as he pulled his cock from me, I felt the loss of his penis inside me, and it was like a pressure had been removed from my body. Looking down, I saw my father’s penis was covered in blood, and I begin to cry. Dad asked me what was wrong, and I told him, "I don’t know, I guess all girls cry when they’ve given up their virginity." Dad took the one towel and held it against my pussycat, and after a short time, helped me up from the bed, and led me into the bathroom. I sat on the toilet, and looking down I could see my pussy was covered in blood, and I knew his cum was dripping out of my pussycat too. Dad turned on the water and we finally climbed into the tub of hot water. After several minutes we got out of the tub of water, as it was becoming cool, and we dried off. Going back into the bedroom, I felt odd, what that feeling was about I didn’t know, but somehow I did not feel the same as I had before this evening started. I lay down on the bed, and Dad lay back and as he did, I moved so I was cuddled in his arms. My head was resting on my father’s chest, and I looked down his body, seeing the item that had taken my virginity, and noticed how it was so different when it wasn’t erect. Then I thought, "That is the thing that produced me, that had shot its sperm into my mother, and I was the result of sex between my mother and father. Now he is the man who had got my cherry." Somehow, my teen mind found the two were related and romantic, as I reached down and took my father’s penis in my hand. Dad and I spoke of my first time, and I thought how it was so different, from what I had considered sex would be for my first time. The pain, when Dad pressed through my cherry was so different from what my best friends had described, yet I knew that they too had felt a pain. Then it entered my mind that perhaps the feeling of a girl having your virginity torn into, split apart as a male shoves his cock deep into your pussycat, is different for each girl. Feeling a penis and as it goes deep into the female body, and it rips that apart which makes a female, a virgin. When my best friends told of the pain, yet it may not be short lived, the only real thing that seemed in common with the others, were the suddenness, and the burning feeling. When my father asked if I was okay, and did I enjoy sex, I told him no, it hurt in a strange way, but as I had been playing with his penis, it had become hard again. I moved and told my father, "Do it again, maybe it will feel better the second time." Each of my friends had said the person they had their first with, did them twice or more, before they stopped their first time. Slowly dad moved me onto my back, and I felt strange as his penis was stretching my pussycat open once again. The sensation of burning wasn’t there, only a feeling of being full, and a pressure building inside me, and with each stroke of my father’s hard penis, back and forth in my sex, my body felt invaded. Finally I felt dad’s body wedged between my small thighs, and the feeling of his pubic hair rubbing the labia of my pussycat, became exciting. For considerable time, my father stroked in and out of my sex, and I could feel he was pushing it in different directions, each time as it entered me. There was a strange feeling flowing through my 13-year-old body, and I could feel the end of dad’s erection striking inside my sex, first on the left side, then the right side, the top and some how the bottom. I began to try and assist where I knew dad wanted to push against and inside of my pussycat, and my body moved from one side to the other. Dad’s penis seemed to reach deeper each time it re-entered my body. I begin feeling a constant and surreal need building. It was causing a need for my pussycat to grip and I was staring as if I was looking and viewing stars in some dark sky. An image of a full moon was shining within the sky I was seeing, yet dad had turned the lights off in the room and it was dark. My hips were moving with each stroke of my father’s thick erection as it was now the only thing in the world for me. Then I felt a sudden rush capture my entire body, and I felt flushed, then hot, and my pussycat seemed to be throbbing, and then the stars and moon exploded, and after a while it went dark in the sky I had been viewing in my mind. I was making strange sounds the total time, no words that I remember, but I thought I had said "fuck" once or twice, but I never used the word, and then I felt like I had simply passed out. Within moments I heard my father cry out, "I coming with you, my god I’ve never cum so hard, oh Shana!" We lay together, my father on my body, and he’s a large man, more than six feet tall, and yet he wasn’t heavy as he lay on my small body, and I discovered my thin legs were wrapped around his body. Then dad asked me, "You really come hard, didn’t you, and I mean hard?" Then I knew the feelings and image in my mind was from my first climax when having sex. My father moved from between my legs, and I felt his penis slip from my sex, and it felt something akin to emptiness. There was a feeling of disappointment as he removed his penis from me. I asked him, "Dad will you put it back in, I like the feeling of it in me, I feel empty when you pulled it out." "Um, yeah, that feels good in my, oh... oh yesss!" I uttered as I felt the thickness of my father’s penis reentering my body. We went to sleep with my dad buried inside my body, but dad had moved so he was laying on his side, and I was laying on my back with my legs in a scissors like squeezing way. The next morning we woke with the ringing of the telephone, and when dad answered the phone, it was mom calling before she had to go to work. I heard dad tell mom, "Yes, we did - twice, do you want to speak with Shana, I will hand the phone to her, she is awake in the other bed. Whatever my mother said, dad begins to laugh and told mom, "Very hard, on second - okay, here is your lovely daughter." I spoke to mom for a few minutes, but the total time I was wondering about my father’s comments, and wondered if his few words before were telling mom that we had sex twice and I had gotten off the second time? There was no way I could ask my father such a question, but I believed mom knew and it had been planned for dad to have sex with me. During the remainder of the trip we had sex seven more times, and I had two more climaxes. I learned how to perform oral sex on my father. That was something I found interesting, but I always stopped before my dad shot off in my mouth. When we returned home, everything seemed as before, but once that evening, my mother asked me if I enjoyed my trip and if anything interesting happened? I told mom that I liked the aquarium and the museum, and dad took me up on top of the Sears Tower, and we ate dinner in the John Hancock Building, way up in the air. In my mind I believe mom was testing me to determine if I could keep the fact my father and I had sex together to myself. The next day, I called my best friends and they came over, and when I related my story of having sex with my father, they all hugged me. Then I looked at Brandy and asked if she had anything to tell us. ***** "Guess it is my turn, cause I lost my cherry two days ago." All of us looked at Brandy, and saw her face was red, as she admitted to having lost her virginity. "Did you see Mike and Molly?" Chrissy asked. Then Brandy told how her stepbrother had gotten her to let him see her nude, and that the two of them had undressed together, and they lay down on Gary’s bed. For several minutes he had fingered her, and they were laying next to each other, and Gary asked if he could just go part way, and work it back and forth in the edge of her pussycat. Finally I got tired of telling Gary, no, so I told him okay, but he must promise not to shove it all the way inside. For the next hour, Brandy said, Gary had worked his cock in the edge of her pussycat, and she had become so excited, she was moaning out that it felt good, and asking him to push it in different directions as he moved in between the lips of her pussycat. Gary moved up over her, and was working it from the bottom and pressing it up to the top of her pussycat, and it begins to feel really good, and somehow, Brandy told us, she moved her hips, and when she did, Gary jammed his cock into her and she cried and shouted for him to stop, but he continued pushing it in, until he was all the way inside me. For a couple of minutes he lay on me, and then he was moving again, and this time he moved until he cried out, "Shit, Brandy, I’m coming in you again!" That told me that he had went off in me the first time, and had the second time as well. So my pussycat is no longer virgin, and when he pulled out of me, I was really mad. There was very little blood, but I hurt, and still do, I’m telling you, Gary has a baseball bat hanging between his legs, he is really long and thick. He wanted to do it again, but I told him he lied to me, as he promised he wouldn’t go all the way, but he did. I allowed him to suck my breast this morning, but my pussycat is still sore and I couldn’t stand to have anyone shove a dick in me, and I don’t even want a finger in me. Guess Molly and Mike will be disappointed, or at least Mike as he was counting on getting my cherry, so hell, none of us are virgins, Brandy said. ***** For a couple of days I pondered if I should tell my best friends about my mother and father speaking on the phone, the morning after dad and I had sex, but determined that was a private matter. Chrissy told me that she and Brandon, my brother, had spoken on the phone, and he wants to take her for a ride, and I told her, that he also wants something she has in her pants. Kristen and Jorge had sex one more time, when their mother came through the front door and shouted out for them. They were both laying in his bed. She had to grab her clothes and hide in his closet. He finally got his mother to walk outside to their swimming pool so Kristen could dress and pretend she had just walked in the house. My father and I didn't have sex for a while after that. I was always afraid to do the deed with Brandon, 'cause he would discover I wasn’t a virgin then figure out that I had let dad do it when we were in Chicago. ***** One day I was laying around the pool by myself, I guess it was a couple of years later, and my brother Tony, who was thirteen and he got to splashing and playing grab-ass with me in the pool. We had done this all our life, so I didn’t think anything about it, until he grabbed my right breast and held on until I pushed his hand away. I laughed and asked if he liked getting a quick feel and he told me, yes, and that it was the first time he'd felt a tit. I laughed and we horsed around some more, and all the while, my little brother was copping feels of my crotch and breasts. But I pretended not to notice that was what he was doing. Then I went into the house to shower. I was in my room and standing nude after showering, when my door opened and Tony walked in. I told him he needed to get out, but I looked at him, and he was standing there stark naked as well and he had a fairly large hard-on pointing up to his belly button. Tony asked if he could look at me and touch me. Having him standing there naked kind of turned my on so I finally agreed, if he promised never to tell anyone, because if mom found out she would kill us both. He shut the door and we sat down on my bed. I could tell Tony was nervous and I told him to be gentle when he was playing with my breasts. I knew he loved to flip my long nipples. When his hand touched my pussy, I about flipped out and I wondered if I was really going to allow my brother to have me for his first. He was gentle and his fingers were soon exploring my pussy. By now we were laying back on my bed. I was becoming excited and this was the first I had been with anyone sexually since Dad and I had sex in Chicago. I was so turned on that I pulled Tony around so he was leaning over me. On his own took the invitation I was offering. Without my saying it was okay, Tony moved between my legs and within a few moments his stiff cock was inside a girl for the first time. Tony humped his young hard penis in and out twice, then moaned out in a strangled voice, and I felt him going off in me. I held him and told him to just lay still, that he'd hard again in a little while. A couple of minutes later I was teaching Tony how to move his cock in and out of my pussycat like a man did. We spent the rest of the day having sex and experimenting with each other's bodies. Afterward, when I was alone in my room I figured out we had done it six times. Tony and I had sex on three more occasions after that. But after our first session, I made him use a condom. The one thing I hated about the couple of years since dad and I had sex, was the fact my breasts never grew. They remained 32-A, but my nipples grew until I measured them one day, and when erect, they were three- quarters of an inch long. They had also grown thick, and were nearly as round as a dime, as I placed a dime across the end to determine how thick they were. One time, I set it up so Chrissy was in my room, and I was hiding in my closet. When Tony came in from swimming and saw my friend lying in my bed, he "convinced her" to let him have sex. Tony never knew I watched his white buttocks bouncing up and down between my best girl friend’s legs. Chrissy enjoyed the sex with Tony and they did it twice more. Then she got Tony to eat her out, for his first oral sex on a girl. After Tony left the room, Chrissy and I cracked up discussing how we had gotten Tony to lick his own cream from her pussy. ***** I turned sixteen that March. But my life didn’t change much, until that summer. It was a Sunday afternoon, and Mom and I were home alone as Brandon and his girlfriend had gotten married the previous day and Tony was out somewhere. We were sitting under the overhang on the pool house Dad had built the month before. The pool house was something mom had been wanting for sometime, and finally my father had it done as an anniversary present for her. "Shana, I’m going to go swimming," mom said as got up and entered the pool house. In a couple of minutes she walked back out, completely nude! "SURPRISE!" wouldn’t begin to describe how I reacted to my mother as she walked over to where I was lounging. Not only was I viewing an older version of myself, but simply seeing my own mother in the nude just blew me away! There were times over the years, when the three of us kids knew our parents would be swimming nude together at night, but we were never allowed to be around the pool when they swam after dark. "Why don’t you join me in the pool?" mom asked me. At first I was speechless and not sure how to respond. So, I undressed in the pool house and came back outside. The back yard was surrounded by a high brick fence that dad had constructed when the house was built, and the pool was put in at the same time. So we didn’t worry about someone viewing us. But this was the first time, I had been nude in the pool. Now I was nude in front of my mom, and again I was comparing our bodies. Mom was looking at me, and she spoke, "If you were older, we could be twins, even our breasts and nipples are the same." "Yeah, mom, why didn’t you have 38's, and shorter nipples?" I asked and cracked up at my own joke. "Heck, honey, guys don’t suck boobs, they suck nipples and one of these days those of yours will be for more than your babies to enjoy." My mom looked at me with a funny grin on her face, and asked, "Shana, are you still a virgin?" Before I could respond, mom asked, " Why don’t I see boys around her knocking on your door? Do any of you five girls, date?" "Why, mother, how can you ask me if I’m still a virgin, you know the answer to that... of course," then I added, "Who would have sex with a girl with 32-A boobs?" "Well, your father, for one," then mom added, she was letting me know that she was aware dad and I had enjoyed sex together. I ignored her statement and said, "Won’t you agree - just look at my chest, not just your own?" Then I splashed her with water and dove into the water. Mom and I stayed in the water swimming for another ten minutes, and while we were in the water, Tony walked out to the pool in his swimming trunks and dove in too. When he surfaced, he saw mom and I were nude in the pool, and he said, "Sorry," and got out the pool and went back in the house. "Guess my sibling doesn’t like seeing twins in the nude, huh, mom?" ***** On the following Wednesday, Marti, who lived next door, came over and she was crying. "What’s wrong, Girlfriend?" I asked. "Something terrible happened, I was at Uncle Ed’s for the week, and this morning he got sick and I called mom, and she had to come get me, but in the meantime she called the ambulance and they took Uncle Ed to the hospital." We spoke for a while about her uncle, and Marti told me they had been having sex that morning and that she and her uncle had been doing so since her first time. In fact, he was the only one she ever did it with. "Uncle Ed had a vasectomy and so I was safe and couldn’t become pregnant. Then this morning we had just finished showering, and he told me to call my mom and tell her his left arm was hurting really badly." I started to tell Marti, "He will be okay, so don’t cry." "No, Shana, he died at the hospital just before we left there and came home." Between the two of us, we cried our hearts out, and I called our friends, and the five of us, the Best Friends, were all together crying over the death of Marti’s, Uncle Ed. We all went to the funeral, my first one, and after the service, we gathered at Uncle Ed’s farm house for a meal. Mr. Donnley, Uncle Ed’s attorney was there, and he said that as all of Ed’s family was present, he would read Ed’s will, unless someone objected, and no one did. When Mr. Donnley read that Uncle Ed willed the entire farm: the cattle and other livestock, and equipment, and any items on the farm or in the buildings. "To my niece, Marti Deanne Wilson!" The will further stated that the proceeds from the sale of the stock certificates were to be distributed amongst his brother and two sisters, and if anyone contested the will, the court was to award his entire estate to his niece, Marti Deanne Wilson. All monies or certificates of deposit in the First National Bank of Culver, the Culver Savings and Loan were to be the property of my niece Marti Deanne Wilson. In addition to the 1,280 acres constituting the farm, the cabin in Tennessee, will belong to his brother. Marti was setting with us girls, and her father and mother motioned for her to come where they were seated. It was as if, they knew Marti would be criticized as the person receiving the bulk of her uncle’s estate, and the farm land alone was worth nearly $3,000 an acre. "Marti was now a millionaire." my father said, as we drove back from the farm. The other three of my friends and I could not get over what we had heard. The four of us knew that Marti had been chosen as she had allowed Uncle Ed to have her cherry, and she had become his lover. The following day, the five of us were in the pool, and we all hugged Marti, and told her how sorry we were in the loss of her Uncle Ed. "Best Friends, I’m not going to keep the farm, except each of us will have fifty acres of it for our own, and I want you to build a house on your share, and we can live there as we do now, friends forever." It wasn’t until Marti turned twenty-one that her comment became true, but on her twenty-first birthday only three of us met at Mr. Donnley’s office and received the titles to our property. The remainder of the farm, Marti set up to be sold. ***** In July, after, Uncle Ed died, my father asked me to go with him to the store. I was driving, as I had obtained my driver’s license that week, and he asked, "Now that you’re nearly an adult, and have your license, how does it feel?" "Great, oh Dad, its terrific, and thanks for letting me drive, and where are we going?" My father told me where to turn, and then stated he needed to have someone see about the headlights on the car, so to pull in at the dealership just ahead, where dad had purchased his car. Driving onto the car lot, dad asked me to pull up and park in the spots marked "Customer." We got out of the car, and entered the building, and I told dad, "Look at the big red bow on that car, guess it is supposed to be a present." "Guess so, but a bright red Ford Mustang convertible, is one big gift, and anyone getting it would have to drive carefully, so guess that let’s my daughter out." "Did you get killed in my driving here, or am I speaking to 'Father Ghost', "I asked in a mocking voice?" Three men walked toward us, and one asked, "May we help you?" "Yes, I would like you to meet my wonderful daughter, Miss Shana DiAnton, who recently turned sixteen, obtained a driver’s license, and needs something to drive home." I didn’t catch the impact of dad’s comments, and when one man took my arm, the other handed me a set of car keys, and the other simply handed me some papers, and told me, "This is the title to your new convertible." By this time we were standing next to the Mustang, and there was a large tag fastened to the bow, and it read, "SHANA." All I could do was commence crying, and hugged all the men, then turned and ran back to where dad was still standing. "Oh daddy, I love you, what can I ever do to repay you, thank you, and I love you!" Turning back around, I saw mom and Tony standing next to the car, and Tony said, "Man, dad I want a Jag when I turn sixteen." Mom hugged me and for the first time in my life I was unable to say anything, and at home I was referred to as, "Chatterbox." The salesmen moved the car from inside the building, and dad said we should all drive to LaBrotaldo’s for dinner. Tony rode with me, and my parents in dad’s car. When we arrived, I soon found out why I’d been disappointed and wasn’t given a sixteenth birthday party, my parents had planned it for after I had my driver’s license, and my new car. Standing inside the party room, was my brother Brandon and his wife, and my aunts and uncles, but right in front were the four members of the Best Friends. Everyone shouted happy birthday, and soon I was crying, and I took my friends and everyone outside and showed them my new convertible. It was two weeks later, and the second of August, and mom and I were swimming in the pool, and after a few minutes, she got out of the water, went into the pool house, and returned carrying two glasses of wine. Standing in the cool water, we drank the wine, and mom looked at me, and said, "Your father has to travel to London, for a week, would you like to travel with him, you and I both understand about this, but the decision is yours?" My mom was smiling, and I moved over and kissed her cheek, and hugged her in my arm. "Mom, you don’t mind, I won’t ask why, just tell me you don’t mind?" "Enjoy, but when you return, you need to start dating, we have a doctor’s appointment for you to start on birth control, don’t you believe that is a great idea?" Smiling, I looked at mom and being mischievous, I said, "Unless you wish to become a young grandmother!" "That my dear daughter, is something you better discuss with your father, or better yet your brother Brandon, as Pati Sue is four months along, so guess the preacher didn’t beat the stork, huh?" Three days later, I was the proud owner of a shot that was suppose to keep me safe from the sperm bug. I had driven to the Stuffed Dog, and when I went inside, saw Jorge setting by himself. He waved and told me to join him, so I walked over and sat down. We soon were shooting the breeze, and I thought, "Wow, has he gotten more handsome over the pass couple of years." For the next hour we spoke about everything. I knew that he was still getting it on with Kristen every once in a while. In fact, Kristen told me that Jorge had told her he had done Brandy. Jorge made her promise never to tell. Which made Kristen and me laugh, as we had already told the others. We had agreed to share with one another when any of us had sex. Brandy had also done it with her brother, Gary. When Brandon called Chrissy, when she was only thirteen. He taken my best friend out then Tony banged her in front of me (of course, he didn't know I was hiding in his closet). All of us laughed as we discussed all the things we had done together. One day, Kristen told me that her brother wanted to do me, but thought I was still a virgin. I told her to let Jorge know, I said he could be my first. Now I was seated across from the handsome Spanish body, and I thought, Jorge is not a boy, he is twenty-two. Also in my mind was how Kristen had told us how large his cock was, and I wondered if he was larger than my father. I was telling Jorge about my father having to go to Paris for a business trip, and he was taking me with him. Jorge said he’d love to visit Paris, but didn’t think he would never get further than the next block. Then he smiled at me, and said, "Damn, what I wouldn’t give to spend a week some place with you, can you imagine how wonderful I’d feel afterwards, and tired!" "Jorge, you are terrible, but what would make you tired?" With a serious look on his face, he flashed his smile at me, and reaching across the table, took my hand in his, and asked, "Want to go find out right now?" Whatever came over me, I will never know, but I asked, "Where should we go, Las Vegas?" "Follow me, I know just the place, if you’re serious, tell me the truth, are you still a virgin?" "Guess you will just have to find out in the future, or in your dreams, Mr. Inquisitive." We walked out of the hangout, got in our own cars, and I followed Jorge to his parents’ cabin about twelve miles from town, and on the same lake all the Best Friends parents had cabins. I had loved coming here with Kristen and playing and swimming in the lake. I had stayed for a week with her many times, and now I was going to be in the cabin and without doubt, have sex with someone other than a relative. I was nervous and excited. Then remembered I was finishing my period, and thought, there will be a little blood, so Jorge will believe he took my virginity. Kristen, I knew would love hearing about this, if I tell her. Jorge opened the door of the cabin, and I knew where I wanted to have sex with my friend’s brother, and I walked through the cabin, and out the back door, onto the large screen-enclosed deck, that faced the lake. The view was one of my favorite places I’d ever seen, and I stood looking out at the lake and the tree- covered hills on the opposite side of the lake. While I was looking at the view before me, Jorge came up behind me, and wrapped his arms around me, and asked, "Beautiful, simply beautiful." "Yes, I have always loved standing here and looking out over the lake." "Not the lake, I was speaking of you, you’re the most beautiful of my sister’s friends." I was surprised when Jorge told me that, and I realized his voice was telling me the truth, and he wasn’t just saying that to impress me or to try and be smooth. In addition, we both knew why we were standing here, unless one of us changed our mind. Turning to face Jorge, I asked him, "Would you excuse me for a minute, I will be right back with a surprise for you?" He kissed my lips lightly, and I allowed his hand to move and slip under my blouse. His hand found my small and firm naked breast, and he lightly squeezed it, as if he was surprised I hadn’t stopped him, or perhaps simply being nice in allowing him to explore my body. I felt his fingers lightly catch my long and thick nipple between them. The Jorge pressed his fingers together, and I felt my nipple instantly harden to his touch. I kissed his lips, then told Jorge, "I’ll be right back, don’t run away while I’m gone?" In the bathroom, I removed my clothes, and removed my feminine item, took a wash cloth and washed between my legs, and hope that there would be some blood, to allow Jorge to believe he was my first. Leaving the bathroom, I walked to where I knew was someone who wanted to have sex with me, and I was a little nervous. Not from the thought of having sex, but what would Jorge think when he viewed my nudity? My fully grown, but diminutive breasts, weren’t a problem to me any longer, nor was the small thatch of hair, no larger than when it first grew over my mons, when I was only twelve or thirteen? My gawd, I thought, as my eyes took in the sight of the huge male member sticking out from Jorge’s body. Kristen had vividly described her brother’s horse-cock! But it did not prepare me for the elephant trunk jutting out between Jorge's legs. He looking for pussy, not peanuts. Kristen had told the Best Friends how he stretched her sex open when he took her virginity. I had seen and been penetrated by my father, and younger brother, Tony. I had played with my older brother, Brandon. But by comparison, theirs were compared to Jorge. If I was to guess, I would estimate Jorge’s penis was at least ten inches long, and four inches across, it was HUGE and scary to think I would feel it inside me. Could I accept the thick erection in my small sex? Then Jorge moved and took me in his arms, and whispered to me, "You’re absolutely gorgeous. Your body is perfect, hell I love your tiny tits, and those nipples are the most wonderful I have ever seen, hell, Shana, I could fall in love with you." Then he led me over to the large sofa, and lay me down, then he moved over me. With my nipples capturing his attention that constituted the limit of our foreplay. Jorge was sucking my nipples, and guiding his thick cock to my pussycat. I couldn't believe the pressure the thick manhood ws creating as it was attempting to push open the lips of my sex. When Jorge finally had the end of his penis just inside my sexual opening, it seemed it was pressing my labia completely inside me. In fact, I knew it was doing simply that, and I could feel my pussycat wanting to keep the thick cock from entering me, as I hadn’t become wet enough for it to slide inside me easily. Then the head slipped past my inner lips, and my labia minora were stretched like a grommet, gripping around the end of that monster penis. Slowly and surely, Jorge worked his thick erection into my pussycat, and when I felt him about half into me, I felt stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey! I shrieked out in pain as Jorge made two quick and almost brutal jabs in and out of my vagina. "My gawd Jorge, easy oh hell you’re killing me! Augh, noooo, oh waittttt! Jorge, easyyy, aughhhhhh, you’re so deep and hard!" My legs were shaking and kicking out and up, and waving around in the air, I was trying to get out from under Jorge, but he was driving his monster cock deep and hard into me. Jorge, would draw almost out of my sex, only to pound into me as deep, fast and hard as his body would allow, to force his thickness into my gripping sex. Hell, this was worse than when dad took me the first time, and I cried out for him to stop, to take it out, but my pleas were to no avail. I was pounding my fist on his back, and my legs were still flailing around in the air, trying to release some of the pressure of that massive monster pounding into my guts like a sledgehammer. Finally, Jorge grunted out his release. Sex between Dad and me was gentle compared to hard, deep pounding I was getting from Jorge as he moved his penis in and out of my pussycat, while he was taking me. Jorge’s cock was flooded the insides of my sex with his cum, he became brutal, and wedging himself so deep inside me, I thought I would choke on it. The slimy slickness of his spunk increased the lubrication inside my love channel. My hips raised up to meet his jackhammer thrusts as my own climax was starting, stronger and more profound than anything I felt with Dad of Tony. My body stiffened and spasmed as I lost all semblance of control. "GOOD GAWD, OH HELL, I’M COMING! SO HARD! JORGEEEEAAAY, NOOO MOREEE! IT IS SO STRONG! I’M... I’M... JORGE! I’M CAN'T STOP CUMMINGGGGEYEEEEE!" Then I simply went limp on the sofa. I was finished, my body was quivering as my orgasm wound down. I felt Jorge’s penis shrinking and slipping out of my sex. I felt my pussycat squeezing the deflating penis in its grip. When Jorge’s penis slipped completely from my body, I moaned out. "JORGE, WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?" As long, pearly-white strings still connected us I felt his copious thick male cream dribbling from my sex hole and soaking between my ass cheeks. I couldn’t move! I was light-headed and was having trouble getting my breath. "My gawd, I thought, I have truly been fucked!" Jorge moved up from my body, but all I could do was to lie still and hope my body would recover from the intense sex I had just received. Looking, I saw Jorge was setting on the edge of the sofa, next to my hips. I realized my legs were spread wide apart as they were when Jorge was between them, taking me, no, fucking me. This had not been in any way romantic, but it was simply that Jorge had only been fucking me, yes, he was only fucking me, and I may just as well admit it. With my legs spread obscenely apart, I knew the view Jorge was seeing. Hell after what he had done, and the lack of power to move my body from my strong climax and the powerful fucking I had received, I didn’t care what Jorge saw. "Shana, sweetheart, I see your virgin blood running from your cunt, hell you were tight, the tightest pussy I have ever been in." "Um huh," was all I could say, my breath was still laboring, as my body was simply coming down from an intense experience. My heart was throbbing madly, I was gasping with labored, deep breaths. "Sweetheart, you came good, and hard, didn’t you? Shana, you went off your first time when having sex, You are the best fuck I’ve ever had." Finally I was able to speak, after hearing Jorge speak about my first time, and how I had given him a "great fuck - the best he ever had" and other such comments. "Jorge - just hush. Don’t say anything - else, just - hold me and kiss me, I can’t explain how I feel, okay." My lips were covered by Jorge's, and soon we were French kissing. I loved being kissed like that, with his tongue flicking across my own, and licking my teeth. I pushed Jorge’s mouth down to my nipples, they seemed to want something. The minute his mouth closed over my long and thick projections, growing from my mammary glands, my body was racked with desire. I enjoyed the feeling of my nipples being lightly chewed, bitten, and sucked hard, then soft, and then I moaned out, "Fuck me again, Jorge, fuck me again, please for gawd sakes, I want it, ohhhh yessss," I cried out as I felt Jorge slid his hard penis back into my welcoming wet pussycat. This time I rode my hips up to meet the thrust Jorge was driving into my welcoming sexual opening. My love tunnel had expanded to accommodate his massive manhood. With the thick load of cum he shot into me, my female love juices, and my "virgin blood" or so Jorge believed it to be, I was "sloppy" wet, and he was able to slide in and out of my body with ease. I could feel the tightness of my sex, even as wet as I was. Jorge was now pounding into my body, and I was begging him to take me harder, and deeper on each brutal stroke into my pussycat. When Jorge shot his cream into me, I cried out. Not from an orgasm, but from the pain I felt as his cock went past my cervix and deep inside my uterus. I honestly believed he had pressed the end of his long penis through my womb and into my throat! Again my arms and legs felt like jelly. They flopped down on the cushions as Jorge laid on top of me. And as large and heavy as Jorge was, I enjoyed the smothering feeling of his body covering mine, with his semen and penis deep inside me. I knew that I did not want sex again for awhile, as the insides of my pussycat felt bruised, battered, and pushed from one place to another. Jorge sat up, looked down at my widely spread open thighs, and leaning over, kissed the few hairs growing over my sex. He actually began kissing my pussycat, as he moved me so my legs hung over the edge of the sofa. Jorge kneeled between my leg, and was soon licking my sex, and his tongue was as deep in my sex as it could reach. Then he was flipping his tongue over and across my clitoris until I climaxed, and I cried out, "Jorge, that’s so wonderful, oh my gawd, I’m coming so strong, Jorge, yeahhhhh!" When we sat up, next to each other, I looked at Jorge face and started to laugh, then took his hand and led him into the bathroom and had him look in the mirror. His face was covered in my menses blood, and instead of being upset, looked at me and said, "So you’re the first virgin I ever fucked and then drank her virgin blood." We showered and dried off, Jorge was again erect and wanted sex once more. Looking at him, I told Jorge I was extremely sore, and couldn’t take his large cock for another year, after the pounding my insides had received from his monster. I told him to follow me, and I led him into Kristen’s bedroom, and had him lay on her bed, with his legs hanging over the edge and on the floor. Looking in his eyes, I told Jorge, "I don’t know if I can do it, but I will try to take you with my mouth." It was impossible for me to get the large end of his monster completely into my mouth. I licked and sucked the end, and jacked him with my hand. Several minutes passed, then he moaned out he was coming. I held my mouth over the end of his erection, and when he shot his come, I took it in my mouth as best I could. "Swallow my cum, hell, swallow my cum, no one ever has," Jorge cried out, and I swallowed what I could. When he was finished cumming, I licked the spunk from his shrinking penis. I wondered if he would kiss me, as I still had come on my face, lips, and inside my mouth. Jorge kissed me, and frenched me, and then we broke apart and he told me, "Hell, I can’t believe I could take my own cum in my mouth." Another half hour passed as we walked down the small hill and to the lake, and when we reached the lake’s shore line. Jorge took me in his arms, looked in my eyes and asked, "Are you happy I was your first?" Not answering him directly, I said some first should not be discussed, but simply enjoyed. Jorge believed that I was confirming his being the person who got my cherry. Then I asked, "Jorge how many virgins have you had, and tell me their first names?" "Shana, I can’t tell you their names, but you are the fifth one." "How old was the youngest, and be honest?" "Well, she was, yeah thirteen." "Jorge, do I know her, and be honest?" "Yeah, and I will tell you who, but must promise never to tell her I told you, agree?" "Agree, but will you tell her or other girls you did me?" "No, she might get mad, but I did Kristen when she was only thirteen." "Oh, WOW! You did your sister? Man that must have been a trip, and she was only thirteen?" "Shana, you promised not to tell her I let you know I did her. We still do it some, and she tells me she won’t do it with anyone else until she is twenty-one, or she gets married." "So, was she tight?" "Yeah, but not as tight as you, my gawd your cunt is so fucking tight." "Jorge, if you ever want to do me in the future, you must promise never to call a woman’s sex, 'cunt' again." Then we walked back up the hill to the cabin, walked inside and got a soda from the refrigerator, and I led us into Kristen’s room. We reclined on the bed, and I thought of all the times my friend and I had slept and lay in this bed and told each other our secrets. Before long we were making out, and I didn’t resist as Jorge removed my clothes, then his own. I looked at the massive penis protruding out from his body, and as much as I wanted it, I could feel how battered my sex felt, and didn’t believe I could accept him, but I whispered to Jorge, "Be easy, put it in easy and work it slow. If it hurts too much, will you stop if I ask?" "Sweetheart, I promise I’ll do as you want, and knowing you desire me inside you again will make me be gentle." I lay back on Kristen’s bed, remembering how we sometimes rubbed out sex together, and now I was going to feel her brother once more rubbing his inside me, and then against the junction of my inner thighs. Gawd, I thought he is huge as he was easing his erection into my bruised sex. For over a half hour, Jorge moved in and out of my body, and when he went off, he pressed deep into me, and held himself still as he unleashed another thick load of come in my body. I knew I was in love with this person who had his penis buried deep in my body. This was someone, who was older than myself, but if I was eighteen, and he twenty-five, it would be legal. I knew, in my own heart, my parents would approve in my dating Jorge, as my Best Friend’s families were all great friends. They would ask we not get serious, but to keep it to friendship, or teen romance. After Jorge went off, he again looked between my legs, and saw what he believed was my virgin blood, but this time there was very little red evidence for him to view. Finally, we dressed and we drove home in our own cars. ***** When I got home, the message indicator light was flashing on the answering machine, and I hit the play button. The message was from Nancy Phillips, Brandy’s mother, and she left the following message for my mother, "Hi, I calling all four of you, as you know it is our turn to host our monthly get-together, and Marcus has another couple who would like to start swinging, but I thought it best to see if the rest of you want to share your spouses with someone you don’t know, call me back, ASAP." My gawd I thought, my parents and the rest of my friends’ families, are into swinging, they swap their wives and husbands with each other. Hell, no wonder, incest is a part of the life that their kids have discovered, yet I realized not one of our parents had instigated the initial contact for sex between us and them. Taking out my cell phone, I called our home number and let a message for mom, that way she would not know I had heard the message. Then I went to my room and called Kristen, and when she answered the phone, I told her to be ready in a minute, and I would pick her up and we would drive over to the Stuffed Dog. Kristen was standing at the curb, and her house is only five from ours, and waiting on me. Hell, she had filled out and was tall and had a body like a model, yet she was well liked and spoke to all the kids, even those who didn’t live in the exclusive neighborhood we did. At the hangout, I told her I had a secret, and a boyfriend, and he and I just had sex, and I explained about my period and he thought he had gotten my cherry. Kristen busted up and asked, "Who would believe that?" "Hang onto your panties, but my new boyfriend is your B-R-O-T-H-E-R!" I spelled out the word brother, as I told her of my romantic and true love of my life. "You, and Jorge, you're joking, you and he, boyfriend- girlfriend, he boned you, what a trip, but I’m so happy." Then she leaned over and took my hand in hers and kissed my fingers briefly. Kristen wanted all the facts, and where we did it and how it felt. We had a sandwich and a coke. Then I told Kristen we needed to take a drive before I told her the rest of the story. In fact, I told her we will go to my place and if no one is home, I‘ll play you a message. Pulling into our driveway, I saw mom and dad were still at work, and knew Tony was at camp, so told her to hurry. When I played the message on the answering machine, I saw a shocked look pass across her face. Then Kristen smiled, telling me, "I wondered about what was going on! I always thought it strange that the five of us were left at home on the fourth Saturday of the month." "That explains why our parents were always were at some hotel or motel for a party every fourth Saturday night." "Once I overheard dad asking mom, whom he was supposed to be with that night, and when she told him Jaycee, I knew she meant Marti Handleson’s mother. But they're swingers!?" "Kristen, we need to have a quick meeting of the Best Friends." I called mom’s number and left another message, telling her I would be at Marti’s. When Kristen and I arrived, Marti’s, the other girls were waiting. I told them what was evidently going on, and that I had a wild and crazy idea. Then I reminded how our parents always went to a Halloween party, and they were masked, with wigs and all to hide their identity, and mom and dad left separately so they didn’t know what the other was wearing. I told the others how I helped mom get in an outfit that was pure porn, and she had a top on that had built in boobs. The bottoms of the outfit were tights, with an opening, and the skirt was made so it only covered about two inches down over her legs. Each of my best friends remembered how our parents were so secretive when they went to the party, and Brandy told how her father had asked her to help him dress, and he was nude, and she about flipped out, but he told her not to worry, he needed her to fasten the costume around his lower body. CHAPTER 3 Two weeks later, I left with my father for Paris, and wondered if he would know I’d been with another person sexually? The night before, Jorge and I had sex at his family cabin. My parents knew we had started dating! When I got home, it was nearly four in the morning. We had been screwing since eight that evening. I don’t even know how many times he took me, or I should say I took him, as I was hungry for sex. The excitement of knowing my father and I would have sex, was a turn-on. Why, there was no reason I could pinpoint that would bring on such a sexual turn-on. That is, other than my father had been in my sexual fantasies. Fantasy became reality when the dream man of my preteen and teenage years, would be the one who would first enter my body with the penis that had created me. It had been three years since I had sex with my father, and younger brother, Tony. True, I played around with my brother, Brandon, three years ago also; but until Jorge, there had been no one else. The anticipation of once again spreading my thighs for my father, so enhanced my libido with Jorge that he had asked that we stop. That was a new one for my stud muffin. After changing planes in New York, we were flying in first class, and our seats were the only two in the row we were seated in. I pushed the center arm rest up, and snuggled in my seat, and rested against my father’s arm. Then I turned and lay my upper body against my father, and asked him, "Are you excited about our being alone at night for a week?" My father looked at me, and laughing, told me, "If I could place your hand on my genitals, you would know exactly how excited I am." Then I asked dad to get the blanket from the overhead storage, and I could find out. After dad spread the blanket us, I moved my hand down and felt how hard he was. I took his hand and guided it to my leg, "Dad, touch me." I felt him slowly sliding his hand up my leg near my pussycat, and his hand moved between my legs that I had spread. When he found only my small amount of hair, and a damp sex, he looked at me, and said, "I’ll be damned. You are something else." In Paris, we enjoyed the tourist attractions, and as we walked, took bus, train or boat tours, we held hands, and the first night in the hotel, I was devoured by dad going down on me. He had me coming over and over, and then he entered my body. Dad put my legs on his shoulders as he fucked me, and he literally drove me against the headboard of the bed, as he pounded into my body. Thank gawd, I thought, Jorge had never taken me like this. Jorge's cock was more massive and greater in girth, but in this position even my father was long enough that I felt like he was going to split me in half. Then he went off, and he again went down on me until I again gave up my juices to him. I wondered if all men like to lick and taste their own cum from a woman’s sex, after they have unloaded their cum in her vagina? We lay in bed and spoke of how good it felt to once again be together. My father became hard once more, and I enjoyed stroking him until I felt him become extremely hard. I assumed he would once more lay over me and I would feel him entering my body. Instead my father got off the bed and asked me to move over to the edge of the bed and get on my hands and knees. My friends and I had spoken about doggie style, and Chrissy and Marti had both spoken about having sex with the boy behind you, and Marti said it was almost brutal, but the guy could get into you so deep, you thought he was coming out your mouth. Dad moved behind me, and I was slightly apprehensive about what it would be like to have sex doggie style. Looking over my shoulder, I saw dad take a small bottle of liquid and pour it in his hand and then let some run down between my hips and across my anus. When I saw dad rubbing it over his penis, I still didn’t understand what was about to occur. Dad had two small objects in his hand, and I wondered what they were, they looked like suppositories, but found no reason for him having such items. I only knew that when I was little, I hated having mom insert them in me, and the last time I had one, was when I was ten. When dad took my hips in his hand, he rubbed my anus with his finger and I felt him pressing and rubbing the liquid over my back opening. I could feel dad inserting something into me, something smooth and small. Dad used his finger to press whatever it was, deeper into me, as deep as his finger could go to press the items inside me, then I realized it was the two items I had seen in his hand. The inside of my shit tunnel felt warm and slippery. Then I felt dad putting his penis against my anus, and I knew he was going to have anal sex with me. I became scared and wondered how his large penis could fit in me back there. When the head of dad’s penis pressed open the puckered ring of my anus, it burned. This stretching was unlike when dad took my virginity, or Jorge first did me with his monster of a penis. Dad was slowly moving the head in and out, and finally I felt the head of his cock slip past the sphincter ring of my butt. "NO DAD! NO, OH MY GAWD, DADDY NO! NO TAKEEEEE IT OUT! AUGHHHHH! IT HURTS! AUGHHHHH, WAIT! WAIT! OH FUCK, IT’S IN ALL THE WAY! AUGHHHH," I cried out from the burning and tearing feeling of my anus being stretched and stuffed with dad’s cock! I know how long it lasted, as I had glanced at the clock when I kneeled at the edge of the bed. When I felt dad, pull his penis from my anus, I looked over at the clock on the night stand and saw we had been having anal sex for fifteen minutes at the least. I wasn’t certain the exact time dad entered my butt, but I knew that he had rode my hips for at least a quarter of an hour. After dad pulled out of my butt, I fell forward onto the bed, my body shook and seemed like it was vibrating, and my insides were rumbling. I could feel spasms in my anus as I lay shuddering and sobbing. There was an intense feeling throughout my body, from my father having had anal sex with me. Then I felt some sort of fear, and for the first time in my life it felt like I had lost control of my self. Somewhere in the dark recesses of my mind and soul, I felt the primitive instinct that my father as a sexual partner, had used me is such a way, that the last taboo, much worst than incest, had been conquered in my being. The trembling in my body, added to the sensations my anal ring was experiencing as it felt like my anus was still open, and refusing to close. "My gawd honey, your little ass is still open, and perfectly round, I’ve never a woman’s ass stay open, and it is round, and looks dark inside, I want it again." My father’s come was seeping from my anus and running down over my pussycat. It was entirely different from the pleasant feeling of come running from my sex, and over my anus. Then I felt my father moving his cock back up inside me. I lay flat on the bed, and dad pulled me up so my knees were bent with my arms on my lower back pushing and holding my hips in the air. All the while my shoulders and head were resting on the bed. Dad's hands were holding my ass cheeks up while his dick was again deep up my anus, and I felt his pubic hair against my hips and also around my anal ring. As my father rode my hips, a completely new feeling was building inside me. It was unlike an any orgasm I'd had before. It was a feeling of panic that I was helpless to stop. I NEEDED TO USE THE TOILET! "Daddy, I’m going to poop, I can’t hold it much longer, let me go to the bathroom, please daddy, I feel it about to happen!" My father pulled me up from the bed, still buried up my butt, and had me walk bent over to the bathroom. The pain from walking, and the need to let my bowels release, was almost dreadful. Once we were in the bathroom, my father had me place my hands on each side of the toilet. Then my body was again plundered with dad’s thick erection, and the feeling to let my bowels go was again building. The wetness of my father’s come in my butt, was allowing him to move deep and fast as he plowed back and forth through my anal ring. I could not speak or even cry, I simply went "ugh" repeatedly, and constantly. Then my bowels wanted to be released, and the pressure of my father deep inside me, battering my ass, and my body waste awaiting to escape from deep inside me, was the most weird, and a horrendous ordeal I had ever known in my life. Then I knew I couldn’t hold off from letting it flow out of me. "Daddy, I can’t wait any longer, I need to go, please let me, I need to go so bad, it is hurting me." My father turned so my butt was almost over the toilet, and then he told me, "Honey, I will pull out really suddenly, and when I do, set down quickly. When I felt my father’s cock being pulled sharply and suddenly from my anus, I begin expelling immediately, and the movement of dad’s erection from my anus, let my anal ring remain open, and my bowels forced the waste from my body, I felt like I was going to faint. After dad’s cock was out of me, I simply let myself go, and my body seemed to be separated from my brain. I wondered if I would ever experience anal sex again, then I knew, dad had given me a laxative, in fact he had put two of them up my butt. Gawd, I thought, is this something mom and dad do when they swing? Finally my bowels were empty, but my body was drained and weak, and felt as if I would never recover from the humiliating experience of anal sex. After we had cleaned up, my father helped me into the shower and I washed off quickly, and leaving the shower, my father dried me off. Dad dried, then kissed my hips, and asked, "Shana, babe, did you enjoy the experience, and that was the first time I ever used suppositories with a woman during anal sex." "Dad, do other people do such things, and tell me the truth?" "Yes, in fact Steve..." Dad stopped after saying Steve, and then I knew he was confirming that he and mom had sex with others, and Steve had to be Marti’s father. I was confused and wondered about the fact that my father and I had sex, but when he carried me back to the bed, his large arms held me tight, and he kissed the side of my face. We lay on the bed, and I curled up in a ball, and I told him, my tummy feels and sounds like a thunder storm. I needed something to eat, I asked, "Can we call room service?" My father hugged me, and told me that he had wanted my butt long before my pussy, and that my round hips were the most beautiful buttocks he had ever seen, and the desire to feel them against his groin had led to his taking me anally tonight. Then dad got out of bed and walked over to the desk, picked up a menu with the list of food that could be ordered from room service. When the food arrived, dad took it at the door, and before it arrived, I had sprayed perfume in the air. I ate the steak and fries, and drank my first cup of coffee, and told my father, "Something else is new for me, I’m drinking coffee for the first time." With a silly smile on my face, I said to my father, "Guess we both have had something new tonight." Then I threw a fry at him. After eating, dad put the tray of dirty dishes outside the room door, then we curled up on the bed, and I asked dad, "How long have you, mom, and my best friend’s parents, been swingers?" I felt my father’s body stiffen, and he rose up from the bed and looked down at me, and for sometime simply stared.. Finally dad asked, "How did you find out about us being swingers, and how long have you known?" That made me proud of my father, as he had always been straight forward with us kids as we grew up, and now wasn’t denying he and my mom were having sex with others. In fact, he simply wanted to know how long I had known. For the next several minutes, I told dad how I knew, and that my friends and I were planning on crashing their Halloween party. "Please don’t tell the others," I begged. "We want to make it a surprise." I explained how my best friends and I were going to show up, but we need a sixth person, so they won’t guess it’s the five of us, the Best Friends. "Dad, Brandy wants to get it on with you, so you need to let me know what your costume will be that night, and you will enjoy being with her." "You girls are planning on crashing the party! Shit! Most of you are less than eighteen, and besides there are others at the party besides your parents. My God! Shana! What have you girls gotten into?" "We all determined to do whom we want. Kristen said she would love to have a gang bang, and maybe eight or ten men, but she wants older men, not boys our age, as she is afraid the guys our age would tell later." Then I told dad, "We have not been with a bunch of guys, and Kristen has only been with two guys, and that is all." "So dad," I asked, "Should I tell Brandy you and her will get it on at the Halloween party?" "Shana, do you think that is a good idea, after all, that might lead someone to find out about you and I being intimate?" Looking at my father, I begin to giggle, and when he asked what was funny about someone knowing him and I having sex, I told him, "Dad, more than three years ago, my best friends and I, the five of us, decided to have incestuous sex, with a relative that we liked best, guess whom I picked?" For the first time in my life I saw my father with a stunned look on his face. Then it changed to a grin and his eyes actually twinkled like Santa. He just shook his head and uttered three words, "I’ll be damned!" Then he reached out and grabbed me and kind of wrestled me around on the bed, and I couldn’t help laughing, and I said, "You thought it was your idea that got you in my pants, didn’t you, will surprise, surprise, my dear lover of a father?" Dad wondered about my friends, and if they did it with their fathers. I told him that only Chrissy had her first time with her father, but that she had been sleeping with him since she was 10-years-old. Dad really enjoyed hearing how Marti had been doing her Uncle Ed, and that he had been her first. They had just finished having sex, when he had his heart attack and later died at the hospital. "So that is why she inherited everything. Damn! She's a multi-millionaire in her own rights." my father commented. Smiling at my father, I said, "Well, I got a Mustang for my cherry, and I’m not complaining, big boy!" Then I added, "Plus the fact you were my first, like I wanted you to be first." For some reason, dad did not seem interested in which relatives my other friends had sex with, but he turned to me, and asked how many guys I’d been with. When I said only two others, he didn’t ask who or make any comments, simply took my answer as it was given. Had he asked I would have told him the truth and named the two. After speaking for a while he asked me how I felt, and I told him, "My butt hurts, and it’s still quivering, and my tummy feels like someone hit me in the gut with a baseball bat." Then I asked dad about the two suppositories that he’d inserted in me, and why. Dad was honest. He told me how he sometimes wondered how our relationship would end up I smiled at dad, saying, "Dear Father, unless things change, and I don’t believe they will, your son-in-law, Jorge, will need to be cuckolded every so often." My father looked at me, smiled and told me, "You know, I told your mother just before you and I left for the airport, that you were in love with Jorge, we like him, so I hope your wish comes true." "Thanks dad, but tell me, is it wrong - you know, you and I having sex?" "The mores of society and the law say yes! But hell, if we were the only father and daughter having sex, I would agree, but we aren’t and won’t be the last, but how do you feel about our sexual relationship?" "It is something I wanted, got, and am extremely happy with. Now I want you once more." My father was erect as I spoke, and he moved over on me, and I felt his thickness parting my sex, and I moaned out, "Oh dad, I love you, I love you, as a daughter, but also the one who was my first." There was no doubt in my mind that when I said I love you to my father that we both knew I wasn’t speaking of romantic love, but a stronger bond of a father- daughter relationship. One that came from our coupling. Feeling the large penis of my father stroking in and out of my sex, seemed to be gentler this time. and soon had me bouncing my hips up and down on my father’s body. Then I wrapped my arms and legs around his back and neck, and I gave up my body and soul to the man who fathered me. For some strange reason, this time the sex was the most profound and wonderful I had ever experienced with my father. And now, this one time, as I was filled with my father’s strong phallus, it was giving me such warm and complete feelings. I rolled my hips, rhythmically up and own in tune with my father’s stroking penis. Over and over again I moaned. "Take me! Make me yours! Give me your thick hot cream! I want your cream! I love you! Oh how I love you! OH DADDY! NOW! PLEASE NOW! I’m cumming!" Then my body rose up from the bed. My hips were pushing my father’s body up in the air. Where the strength came from I had no idea, but my body took over and forced my father’s body up in the air, and my hips and back rose up from the bed, with my father on me. I cried out. "Daddy! Oh daddy, fuck me, fuck me... YES! Augh, gawd I’m getting it, ohhh YES!" Then my body went slack, and I collapsed back onto the bed. I was limp. But my father rode me some more. He pulled my legs up into the crook of his elbows, and bent my legs back until my hips were raised in the air. For what seemed forever, I was fucked and loved. My father repeatedly stroked his cock back and forth in my body. He told me he wanted to come, but couldn’t as he simply was unable to get off. I climaxed over and over. My cream gushed and ran from my pussycat soaking his cock. I was screaming incoherently for my father to fuck me forever, to never stop fucking me. "I love your cock. Oh dad, fuck me! Give me your cum." I shrieked, as my body spasmed once more. Finally dad was able to get off, and he shot his load into me. Then he simply crashed down on my body. He flattened me, and he was so drained of strength he was unable to roll from between my thighs. I didn't want to let go so we went to sleep, with dad’s cock inside me, and his body resting on mine. We awoke at eight in the morning, with dad’s cock still erect and up inside my pussycat. I could feel how the muscles of my vagina I was gripping his erection like a moist velvet fist. As large and heavy a man as my father is, I was happy, his body was wedged between my 16-year-old thighs. The first man to part them! I kissed my father’s lips, and slipped my tongue into his mouth. I muttered under my breath, "Fuck me daddy, fuck me once again. Oh God, you are!" I cried out as I pulled my mouth from his, loving the feeling of his cock stroking in and out of my pussycat. When I went off, a unique and pleasurable sensation passed through my body: As dad eased his cock from my trembling pussycat, it begin to squirt. Not a few drips, but a massive flow that was splashing against my father who was still wedged between my legs. My love jet soaked his thick thighs that were holding mine wide apart. "Damn, Shana, I’ve never been lucky enough to feel a woman do what you doing. Oh hell, I love it. Squirt on me again - let it come out of your little cunt, and cum all over me. I love it, it feels so hot!" The bed was a mess, we moved to the other bed and lay on it, and we holding each other in our arms. "Dad, mom knows about you and I having sex, doesn’t she?" Thinking for a moment, I asked, "What did mom say when she found out you took my virginity, and knowing what would happen on this trip?" "There is no problem, she thought I would enjoy being with you. But she didn’t want it to happen in her house, so mom is cool on our being together." Our vacation in Paris was wonderful, and we had sex each night and morning, and I masturbated, and squirted on dad once more while we were in the tub. I refused to let dad do my butt again, even though he wanted anal sex with me. We spoke about Marti, and Chrissy, and I related about our group and how we had picked out the person we would have incest with. ***** When we returned home, I was happy to see mom. We went to the mall the following morning. After shopping for a while, we ended up at a restaurant that served cappuccino. While we both enjoyed our coffee drink, Mom asked me about the trip. I asked her, "Which part the tourist things or the other things?" "Both", my mother responded, and smiled as she said the single word. I asked if she and dad enjoyed anal sex, or if they ever urinated on each other. She said, "Yes." But she never experienced what I had. She told me that it's called "female ejaculation." My mother smiled at me and nodded her head. She and I exchanged stories of our toilet sex, and mom was surprised when I told her about dad putting the suppositories in my butt, and how it caused me to expel my body waste. Mom said she knew some people also did that but she never had, and was actually afraid to do such a thing. While drinking our second cappuccino, I asked mom, the same as I had my dad, if they were swingers. At first mom stared at me, then she took a deep breath, and began telling me that they had been swapping partners for several years. For a half hour we discussed how she and dad had first swapped partners, and after the first few times, they found it spiced up their lives. ***** The following afternoon, Jorge came over and we drove to his cabin, and as it was Saturday. We just had a "quickie, but it was wonderful. But the gargantuan dimensions of his cock was still frightening. That afternoon, I had a call from Marti, and she was "Mad" because I hadn’t called her since I’d returned home from my trip to Paris. "Tell you what, Girlfriend, I will be right over, and we’ll go to the hangout. I have really missed you." I picked up the tee-shirt, and the box with the miniskirt I had purchased for Marti in Paris, and couldn’t wait to see her in it. The skirt was a hip hugger, and would likely only reach six or seven inches below her "PC." I knew this would make her look sexy. In fact I had gotten one for each of my friends, but each one was a different color. I thought while purchasing the skirts, we girls, would look tough when we all wore them on Saturday night to the Stuffed Dog. Marti came bounding from her house when I pulled in her driveway, and I blew the horn. She jumped in my car, and gave me a hug and a kiss. Then we took off, and I told her the package on the back seat was for her. Marti turned around and grabbed the gift, which was in a beautiful shopping bag, with the name of the French department store, Le Temps, where I had purchased the skirt. "Don’t look until we get to the hangout," I told Marti. Pulling into a parking space at the Stuffed Dog, Marti and I walked in, found a corner booth and spoke to everyone as we walked to where we could sit and converse in private. After we were seated, and our order taken, Marti was impatient to open the bag and see her gift. "Shana, don’t be mean, I want to see what you brought me from Paris, please tell me I can look now, if you do, I will tell you a secret. I've got a big one to tell you." "I have thought about something I haven’t told you, but you must promise you won’t get mad at me, can I look now, please?" "Girlfriend, your squirming around as if you have ants in your pants, so look!" When Marti pulled the tee from the shopping, back, which was wrapped in tissue paper, she tore open the paper, and said, "Wow, what a shirt, and it has my favorite painting on it, of Miro’s Kettledrum." I knew Marti had purchased a fairly expensive print of this well known painting, with some of her money, so when I saw the shirt, I knew she would be pleased. Then Marti pulled out the other gift, and looking at the box it was in, she about cried, as it had cost me nearly $15 for each box to have each of the girl’s skirt’s gift-boxed at the store. Instead of tearing open the box, Marti took her nail file from her purse, and slowly cut the tape, so she didn’t tear the box. "I’m going to have the cover of this box framed and hang it on my bedroom wall," Marti said in her excitement. Once the box was open, Marti folded the tissue back from the skirt, and seeing it, picked it up and shouted out, "Wow, this is wonderful, and so sexy." Those in the hangout, looked over to see what Marti was shouting about, and seeing her holding up the skirt, some of our friends walked over and looked at the skirt. These were friends who we partied with, but not part of our Best Friends group, but great friends anyway. They all were in awe of the skirt. I informed Marti I’d purchased one for each of the Best Friends, but asked she does not tell the others, but next Saturday we could put them on, and run around in them. "So what happened in Paris, with your father, or do you want to tell me," Marti asked. For the next half hour, I told Marti all that happened, and she was full of questions, especially when I told her about having anal sex, and that my father had put suppositories up my butt, and it made me poop like crazy. She loved hearing about my "squirtin" when my dad did me long and deep, and even though it was a "Hard fuck," I told her, it wasn’t painful. "Girlfriend, I never told you guys that I had anal sex with Uncle Ed, but he loved doing it up my butt." Marti lowered her eyes, and could not look at me as she added, "Shana, I loved having Uncle Ed do me up my back door, and the first time he did it like that, I was only 11-year-old." "Wow, only eleven, didn’t it hurt?" "Actually, I think it hurt more when he took my cherry pussycat. But, Shana, you mustn’t tell the other girls, I feel embarrassed telling you, but I had to confess to you." "How often did you and your Uncle Ed have anal sex, or did you do it a lot?" "Maybe once a month, but sometimes I wanted it more than actual sex, and especially after we had actual intercourse." For Marti to tell me about her and Uncle Ed having anal sex, I could see was a real problem for her, so I told her, "I will never tell the others I did it with my father, so you won’t need to reveal that wonderful relationship with your uncle, nor myself with dad." "Lets go for a ride, Shana, do you know a place where we can talk and not be interrupted, and I want to be honest about something I need to ask you?" I drove to my father’s fishing cabin at the lake, and when we arrived, I took the key from the hiding place and opened the door, returned the key to its hiding place and we walked in. Then locked the door behind us, including the dead bolt that locked only from inside the door. "Come on, I told Marti, and would you like a soda, I asked my friend as we headed to the great room in the cabin?" "Yeah, that sounds great," and walked over to the kitchen and got us each a can of soda, and sat on the U-shaped lounge that looked out over the pier and lake, which was only about twenty feet from the front door. "So, what is it you want to ask me," I asked Marti as I studied her small but shapely body. The shorts she was wearing were very short, and the crotch was so tight between her legs. Marti’s panties showed, by the way she was seated with her legs crossed and folded under her. Even a few strands of her pubes could be viewed, and I thought how attractive Marti was. I knew she hadn’t been with anyone since her Uncle Ed had died. "This is so hard to say, so I will be really direct, but Shana, I would like to have sex with you. You can just let me do you, and you’re not under any obligations to return the sex." Looking at me, Marti continued, "For now I don’t want another boy or man touching me. I’m not gay but I want sex. But... heck Shana, I'm so conflicted. I know my request could make you upset with me, but I can’t ask either of the other girls, and I don’t know why I can with you. Does any of this make any sense to you? Be honest." My friend was seated across from me, and I saw tears in her eyes. My sympathy and feelings for her honesty had taken me by surprise. I had no pity toward Marti. My own desires gave me an understanding of her needs. I didn’t consider them homosexual either. "Marti, I understand what you are asking and why, except your reason that I’m the only one you feel you could ask." Then I told my friend, "I must tell you, I have no sexual attraction toward you, or any orientation toward either homosexuality or even being bi." I saw a look cross Marti’s face that expressed a fear she had lost my friendship when I told her I had no thoughts or desires toward someone of my own sex. That had not been my intention. I reached out and took her hand in mine, and smiling, told her, "Marti, you have honored me! As you know, I have played with Chrissy. You remember how we all rubbed against each other's tits, but I have never licked or kissed a girl like you are suggesting. I know when I have oral sex, after my father or Jorge has been in me, I find my own taste intriguing. In fact, I told her, "There are times when I bring myself off by rubbing my fingers in my sex, and licking off my juices." I continued, "Lets go into my room up on the loft, and we can undress and see if we can play and make each other feel good. I look forward to seeing your pubes, Not to be critical, but I love your tiny breasts, they're even smaller than mine." Still holding hands, we rose from the sofa, and walked up the stairs to the loft, and all the bedrooms faced the loft, and they were open, with only the walls separating the six bed rooms from being one room. Thinking back, I recalled the sounds that had been coming from my parents’ room. One time I remember when my brothers weren’t along, but my father had invited three couples to spend the weekend with him and my mother, I heard those same sounds I now knew to be sexual gratifications. The other thing that came to my mind was that I had seen the men moving from one room to the other, and I now understood my parents their friends were switching spouses. Then I recalled how, around three in the morning, or so my clock said, I was awakened to the sound of mom crying out, "Easy Brett, not so deep, Oh hell, he is in my butt, not both of you Gene, she had said to my father." After a few minutes, I went back to sleep, but now wondered how dad, and his friend had done my mom. Evidently Brett had been in her butt, and my father in her pussy. When we were in my room, Marti and I were still holding hands, and for once I became the aggressor in sexual play. My hands reached and unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped it off Marti’s body. I saw her lovely small breasts with pink nipples that hardly rose from the dime size areolas on Marti’s chest. My hands moved down and unsnapped the fastener on the right side of the shorts she was wearing. Then I pulled the zipper down and slid the tight fitting shorts over my friends round and tight hips. Now Marti was standing in a T-bar panty. I eased it over her hips, and down her legs. In front of me was the dark-brown hair growing on Marti’s mons. The hair was thick, but smooth and silky, with no curls as some of our friends had. My hand moved and pressed between Marti’ tightly clenched thighs. She was holding them tight, like she had changed her mind about us having oral sex. Giving Marti, no real options, I spread her legs open, and as I looked between her legs, I saw the hair as it grew down her labia, and the thick growth at the top of her cleft was pure pleasure to my eyes. How I wished I had such a thick growth at the top of my slit, instead my hair was as it was when it first appeared on my body, sparse and likely no more than a hundred or so individual hairs. I leaned forward and blew my warm breath on Marti’s sex. I kissed the thick brush of hair and caught a whiff of her sexy musk. Standing up, I removed my own clothes as Marti watched. I, then, led her to my bed. How I was able to lead in this lesbian act, I have no idea. I was aware of only one thing: The need to take my friend and listen to her climax from whatever my oral ministrations produced. My lips sought Marti’s and as we kissed I pressed my tongue into her mouth. She met my tongue with her own. Moving my lips down, I was soon searching out her tiny nipples. They were so small, it was almost hard to suck them into my mouth. Taking the tiny nub between my teeth, I bit lightly on the pink miniature of a nipple. It was no larger than those of a girl’s of nine or ten. Her response took me by surprise, as she moaned softly, "Oh Shana, that kind of hurts, but it’s a lovely pain." She was enjoying the pain, so I bit harder. "My gawd, oh I love that, yes, a little harder, Augh, Shana, that is so different." I thought how Jorge bit my long nipples, until I thought he’d bite them off. Then how my pussycat became wet and would open and close from the stimulation of Jorge’s teeth nipping hard on my breast buds. Taking Marti’s right nipple in my teeth, I flipped my tongue over it while holding it inside the edge of my teeth, while Marti moaned out her approval. Then I bit hard with my teeth, pulling Marti’s nipple away from her breast as far as it would stretch. "It hurts, but don’t stop, harder! Oh! Oh! Shana, harder," Marti cried out. The feeling of her tiny nipple was making me want contact on my own nipples, and I moved so mine were in front of Marti’s mouth. Instantly I felt Marti suckling my hard and thick nipples. She was lost in the feeling of my mouth biting her small nips. As she moaned softly, she suckled like a child nursing at her mother’s breast. After several minutes, I moved my lips across Marti’s stomach and onto the thick hair covering her sex chute. My lips sought her erect love-bud, as my tongue parted her pink, swollen petals. Her sex was filled with an accumulation of her juices. Marti’s tightly gripping labia had held her sweet liquid she had released when I made love to her nipples. and I drew licked her sweet and pungent love nectar into my mouth, and let slide thickly down my throat. Then I moved so I was laying head first between Marti’s legs, and begin kissing the inner skin of her smooth and lovely thighs. The smooth skin on Marti’s legs, just below my friend’s sex, had fine hair, like that of a new born baby. My lips caressed her moist labia as they opened like a delicate flower. I moved my face tightly between her thighs and pulled on the side of her hips so she couldn’t escape. Then I begin to lick and suck on her labia, which I pulled deep inside my mouth as I sucked hard. My teeth clamped gently around her tiny bud of a clitoris, and I found her full prepuce and sucked it hard, then bit down on the skin surrounding her clit, and felt her body shiver. Then Marti let down her juices, and she climaxed with a loud sound, and this was the first sound she had uttered from my taking her sex with my mouth. As her orgasm struck, Marti shouted, "GAWD-ALMIGHTY!!" and she combined the two words into one, and her hands were pulling my face tighter to her vulva. My tongue moved across her clit, as she continued her multiple orgasming. Finally Marti released my head from her grip, and her arms and legs fell to her side in limp release. I moved up between Marti’s lovely legs, and lay over her body as a man would over a woman. My sex was against hers, and I commenced rubbing our pussycats together. I felt Marti spread her legs as if I were a man, and the swivel of her joints, made it easy for me to grind against the massive hair harboring her tight young pussy. After several minutes, I felt my climax building, then, release! I cried out that I was coming, and when I did, Marti shouted out her second climax. As I lay on her, I felt Marti’s hand’s caressing my back and hips. She whispered in my ear, "I love you, Shana, not as a lover, but as a friend." Then I moved onto my back, and I pulled Marti’s head onto my chest, and I cuddled her to me. I listened as she thanked me for given her the release she could not receive from self masturbation. Whispering to Marti, I asked her to describe what she had just experienced, and to provide as much detail as she could. She related her erotic experience at length, and finished by saying, "My pussycat, feels so puffy, would you look and see?" Moving down and looking between her legs, I saw that Marti’s labia were indeed puffy. In fact, the lips guarding the entrance of her pussy was bright pink and seemed swollen at least four or five times more than normal. I understood that my hard sucking and nipping with my teeth hard caused her labia to become engorged with blood, the same as a man’s cock does when he becomes excited and then erect. It gave me tremendous satisfaction. to know I had given her such a bodacious climax. I told her to lay still and went over to my dresser and picked up the hand mirror, and handed it to her so she could see her engorged pussy lips. "My god, they're swollen like I was stung by a bee!" She exclaimed in amazement. Then she laughed and said, "Guess I was stung by a bee, A pussy-licking bee!" "You’re silly," I chuckled in reply. Next thing I knew, Marti was going-down on me. She worked her tongue hard to get me off. When I did, she continued licking my pussy. I knew she enjoyed lapping up my juices. just as I had with her. We showered together, as we both smelled of sex. We washed each other, but it was not sensual. as we explored the skin, curves, and openings of each other's bodies. On the way home, Marti asked if I knew someone she could trust to do her, but only anally. After thinking for a moment, I told her, "Yes." But she needed to follow my instructions. "I will let you know in a couple of days, so just be patient." Then I stopped in front of her house, and as she got out of the car, asked when we would have a reunion of Best Friends. I’ll call everyone and see if we can meet Monday around eleven. ***** When I got home, mom and dad asked if I wanted to go to dinner with them. I said, "Yes , but could I change clothes first." They were wearing upscale casual, and my mother’s, silk dress looked like it had been tailored to fit her. I selected a couple of my own dresses, but didn’t like them, so I asked mom to come upstairs. When mom got to my room, I asked her, "Mom, can I wear that blue dress you bought just before dad and I went to Paris, I want to look like you, please?" "Sure, if you want." I undressed and stood in only my panties, I searched into my dresser drawer until I found my blue padded under-cup bra. Mom watched as I put my bra on, and smiling said my nips looked like hers. We went to The Championship Club, an exclusive club which my father is a member. Once there, I spotted Marti and her parents, and they invited us to join them. The evening was perfect, and Marti and I found it interesting to be included in conversation with our parents. I accompanied Dad when he went to the restroom. As we walked, I held his hand like a daughter, not a lover. I waited until he came out of the restroom, then pulled him over to a small alcove, and asked if I could make a special request. "Honey, you will always be able to do that, so ask." "Dad, my friend Marti told me that her Uncle Ed had initiated her to anal sex when she was eleven, and they would do it at least once a month." My father looked at me, and then I asked, "Dad will you do it to her? She doesn’t want intercourse, and I know she has only been with Uncle Ed and one other person. She wants someone who would be discreet. Daddy, will you - - - will you have anal sex with Marti?" "Let me think about it, but for now, yes, but we need to meet, as I need to speak with the two of you about such a thing, fair enough?" "Yeah, and can I tell Marti you will do her?" "I guess so, but tell her we need to talk first, deal?" "Yea!" The dinner ended, and Marti and I rode home with my parents. Then, we took my car and drove over to the Stuffed Dog, but none of our intimate friends were there. We went inside and took a table, and after ordering sodas, discussed the situation with my father and them getting together. I proposed that she meet with my father at the cabin. "I will hang out at the pier, while the two of you do whatever the two of you decide." Finally we laughed over the fact that we were planning on her getting butt fucked, by off all people, my father, and a friend of her family, all in one. The following Saturday, dad decided to would go to the cabin and fish, instead of playing golf. Mom was attending a wedding of one of her clients. Around eight in the morning, I picked up Marti, and when we got to the cabin, dad was there, and fishing from the pier. "Catching anything," I asked, and said he had caught a couple of small ones and threw them back. We made small talk for a while, then, I watched as my father and one of my best friends, a 16-year-old, walked way and toward the cabin. I knew it was going to be a butt fuck that Marti would never forget! I knew, because my dad had a cock that was going to fill her butt. I walked the area around the pier, and after a couple of hours, undressed and took a swim. After swimming for fifteen or twenty minutes, I laid on the pier to improve my tan. When I heard Marti calling me, I turned to see her walking toward me, while dad drove away in his car. Looking at my watch, I saw it was nearly one o’clock, and thought, my gawd, they can’t have been having anal sex for four hours. "Well?" I questioned to my friend. "I’ll say one thing, your description of what it was like for you with your father was no lie." Marti smiled at me, then continued, "Never was it like that with Uncle Ed, my insides feel as if they have been beaten with a battering ram." "You were in the cabin four hours, did you take a nap, or what?" "OR WHAT?!" Marti exclaimed loudly. She told me that my father did her three times. The last time, he delayed his nut for so long, she begged him to come in her butt to give her release. I listened as Marti told me my father took her laying on her back, on the long sofa style log table on the balcony. The feeling was so strange having anal sex while laying flat on her back, and dad was standing at the end of the table pile-driving his cock first one way, then another. "Shana, you need to try anal sex on that table with your father, or someone, but that is truly a different way and the feelings are different." Marti dropped off the pier and into the water. Still undressed, I joined her. Soon we were standing together in the water, holding each other closely. We knew a bond of incest and underage sex, including bi, that very few girls would ever experience as we had in our carnal ways. "Girlfriend, "Marti said, "My butt is so sore, and when I cleaned off in the shower, with your father helping me, there was some blood! He opened me so wide! Gawd, his dick is huge!" "So, now you’re happy?" I asked Marti. "Yes, but your father wants me again next weekend, and he wants to give me an enema, and take me after putting a couple hot-water bottles full of water up me, first." I looked at my friend, with what I knew was a questioning look on my face, and asked if she was serious. Marti looked at me, reached out and took my left breast in her hand and replied, "You bet, want to join in?" After a few more minutes, we got out of the water, and walked in the nude to the cabin and took a short shower together to wash off the lake water. Then we dressed and drove back to town. I dropped Marti off at her place, and when I got home, I had received a call from Jorge. I returned the call, and after a minute speaking with him, he said, "Shana, I think it best if we break up, I hope there are no hard feelings between us." The son-of-a-bitch, I thought, he doesn’t even have the balls to dump me in person, he had to call me, the asshole, I hope his dick falls off, I thought to myself. Marti called me on Friday, and said if I didn’t care, she would meet my father alone. I told Marti that was fine, but be sure and let me know how the water sports came out. It was Saturday, and I was laying by the pool with mom and Tony, when dad walked in around four in the afternoon. After a few minutes, my cell phone rang, and I could see it was Marti calling. I walked to the far end of the pool as we spoke so I asked questions about the time she must have had with dad, as they had been together nearly seven hours. Marti explained, "The reason I didn’t want you with me today was because your dad called me on Thursday and asked if he a couple of extra guys with him. He had two clients in from LA and they wanted to join in the fun. I said yes." Marti told me that my father gave her three bottles of water up her ass. After all the water went in, he made her bend over in the tub as he eased his large cock up her butt, Her stomach hurt from the water, and her insides were rumbling as she spoke to me on the phone. She had been on the toilet for the last half hour. "Thank god my parents are away until in the morning, as they would wonder what was wrong with me." Marti’s description of her taking the water up her butt and in her bowels, and how it made her need to go really badly, was unreal to hear. I couldn’t imagine my being able to allow it to happen with me. After my father had gotten off, the other men each took turns with her with the water still in her bowels. After the third man came, dad helped her to the toilet. Marti said she sat on the toilet and started expelling shit and scum immediately. It was an hour before she could go out in the room where the three men were. Marti told how then each man had each done her butt three times. Marti said her butt was so sore and bleeding that she would likely never want anal sex again. She confided, "I found out there can be too much of a good thing. Yet, Shana, the experience was wonderful. Your father wanted to do my pussy, but I said no, and he didn’t push the issue." As an after thought, Marti told me just before ending the call, "Your father, Seth, and Theo, all commented on my pussy hair, and said it was the most unique they had ever seen." CHAPTER 4 Friday afternoon and the Best Friends were together again. I was finally able to give the other three their gifts from Paris. We arranged to meet at Brandy’s house around seven Saturday, where we would wear our skirts and go to the Stuffed Dog. I knew we would look cool, and it would give us a chance to strut our stuff. Saturday evening, we pulled up at the Stuffed Dog, in my Mustang. Each of us had gone to Victoria’s Secret and purchased matching thong panties, in the event some guy might get a peek up our skirts. Some of the guys were hanging out next to their cars and pickups as we walked from my car into the restaurant. We knew that we were being checked out, and we swished our hips, so that the skirts flipped and revealed our upper thighs. What we didn’t know was how much they may have seen, but we were five stacked and happy girls, knowing we were the center of their attention by hearing their comments. As we walked into the restaurant, we found a table open near the center so anyone entering the restaurant had to pass by our table. For an hour we were the center of attention. When Jorge walked over and stood next to me, Kristen looked at her brother and told him, "Jerk-off, you dumped on my girlfriend, so shove off." I didn’t look up or act like I knew he was there, and I heard some of his friends ask how it felt to strike out. That night, we decided to head over to Lawrenceburg, and see what was happening. We arrived round nine o’clock, and pulled up in front of the diner, and got out of the Mustang, and walked into the diner car. There were four open seats at the counter, but they weren’t together, and the booths were full, but an older man said he was done, and moved from the end seat at the counter. I took that seat, and the other four girls all set between guys they didn’t know. After ten minutes, the guys at the counter begin leaving, and eventually we were all seated together. I had kept my seat at the end of the counter. I’d turned and was speaking with Brandy, who was seated on the corner next to me. I hadn’t paid attention that my legs were open and my panties were obviously on display. I had a feeling of being stared at. Looking over at the nearest table, I saw three guys ogling me. From where they were seated, they could stare at my crotch. Revealing a quick glimpse of my panties was part of the game of being a girl, and trying to turn a guy on. But allowing your complete panty-covered sex and inner thighs to be seen was different. Besides, these three guys were in their early twenties. I pulled my legs together as the guy in the middle, who had the best view up my short skirt, hand signaled in a way to show he wanted me to spread my legs open again. Embarrassed, my face turned red, as I told my friends what had happened. The other four enjoyed the story, and after a while, we were ready to leave. Chrissy said, "Okay girlfriends, those three pinheads have insulted one of us, so what say we turn around on the stools, spread our legs, let them get their eyes full of five pussycats all covered in the same tiny thongs." Brandy laughed, and said, "We need Marti to go to the restroom, take her thong off, and with her thick muff, she will be the center of attraction, and with her setting in the middle of us five girls." "No way, if I show my beaver, we all show and tell," Marti said. "Okay girlfriends," Chrissy said, "On the count of three we turn, spread and then step down from the stools and we all step down onto our right foot. That way we can let them see our dance steps, and our panty- covered snatches." Then she commenced counting, "One, two, three!" We must have looked like a smaller version of the Rockettes, as we spun around on the stools we were seated on. Spreading our legs, wide, crossing our legs over the girl next to us, at the ankles, wasn’t in the plan, but it happened. Then we stepped down onto our right foot, paused just a moment, then moved our left foot down and walked to the cashier. Each of us had seen the look of surprise on the three guys’ faces, and as we passed their table, Brandy said, "Hi boys, you enjoying yourselves?" While paying our checks, the three guys, and two from another table who must have been part of them, walked up and started speaking to us. There was no doubt the guys wanted to hook up with us, and as they spoke, we found them actually nice. After all, I thought, we had shown them all the way up our legs, until a modest piece of material kept their eyes from seeing what they most assuredly wanted to bury their strong and young manhood into. As we walked outside, they followed us and were stood beside my car, and saying they wanted to party with us. As we spoke with them, we discovered they were nice guys, and out for a good time. For ten minutes we bantered back and forth. The one who had indicated for me to spread my legs again, asked me my name? I asked, "How about you, what do they call you?" "They call me, Howe, but you can call me anytime, and without being insulting, your legs are the greatest I have ever seen, and that is the truth." "Thank you, I guess, and what gives, you guys married, engaged or out having a good time?" "We went to the local bar with a band, and the group was worse than terrible, so we came over to the diner, and decided to get a bite to eat. How 'bout you five hot ones?" "Was that 'hot ones' an insult, or a compliment, Howe?" I asked with a note of sarcasm in my voice. I hoped he wasn’t being rude, as I had started to enjoy speaking with him? "Most definitely a compliment, you girls are 'HOT!' I believe you know that, but how is it that you all have the same skirts on, just different colors, and the same, shall we say, undergarments?" I chuckled, and asked, "You noticed, I mean, that the skirts are the same?" Then I told Howe about purchasing them for my best friends when I traveled to Paris with my father. "Does that answer your question, or did I leave something out?" "Yeah, you failed to answer Part B of the quiz, and the problem, pardon the pun, was what you hadn’t left off." Howe laughed and said he was sorry for saying it, but he couldn’t pass up the chance. Brandy looked at me, and said, "Girls, we need to introduce ourselves to these horn dogs, and them to us." "Hi, ladies, I’m Doug and twenty-nine, single but would like to marry this lovely creature from Venus next to me." "Didn’t I tell you he had charisma, but now I find he has just proposed, and Doug, darling, I accept." Kristen said. "Hello Ladies, I’m none other than Mr. Right, a.k.a. Rick," the blonde-haired guy standing and speaking with Marti said. Chrissy looked at us, and we noticed that she was allowing the guy she was speaking with to hold her hand. "Girlfriends, this is the love of my life, Steven J. Madison, and he claims his some-thing-great-grandpa, was our greatest president, so meet Steven, everyone." We followed them, to Rick’s place. On the way, Marti asked the question we were all thinking, and wondering about, "Do the Best Friends all get lucky tonight? 'Cause I’m way over due for some hard time, and you all know what I mean." "Chrissy, you decided for all of us." Brandy said. Then to my surprise, Kristen said, "Maybe we can switch off and share the guys, does anyone have a problem with that, because I want Doug, but I would love to tangle with Rick, also, if you don’t mind Marti?" Finally, I laughingly added, "What say we all strip off five minutes after we get in the house, and we line up to do it. Then we lay down on the floor, and after that every guy is fair game." Kristen said that would be fine, but she wanted Doug first. Then she said, "We'll lay down, first, in front of the guys we have been speaking to." Brandy said she didn’t think we should tell the guys our last names, and we all agreed. Chrissy said that she had informed Steven how old we were and they don’t have a problem with us being young. "So let’s have some 'fucking good time,'" girlfriends. "Okay, but we lay down on the floor in front of the guys, like total sluts. We lay facing the guys with our legs toward them." I commented. Brandy laughed, and added, "Yeah, let’s spread our legs really wide and give then five beaver shots they will never forget!" I asked, "Do we shoot them our beavers, Best Friends?" Everyone agreed that it would be wild to do something so "nasty" and not something the five hunks had ever experienced with their older girlfriends, or simple "fucks" they had in the past. Reaching Rick’s place, we found it was a very large place. Turned out Daniel, his roommate, had bought the place with some money his grandfather had left him. Inside the house, he told us where the "little girl’s room" was, and said there was another directly above it on the second floor. We all went down to the basement. Half of the basement was one large rec. room. There were huge cushions laying around on the floor, and Persian carpets scatted around to complete the room. The television was a large flat screen, and Rick flipped it on and tuned it to MTV. Paring off, with the guys we had been with outside the diner, and they were not wasting time in trying to score, and as luck would have it, a fast and catchy number started playing on MTV, and the dancing in the video, was perfect for Best Friends to strip to. All of us were still taking dance classes, and were in the jazz dance club at our high school, so we begin our number in sync with each dance step. We all moved to the center of the room, and began to disrobe, and when the guys saw what we were doing they went wild, to say the least. Unbeknownst to each other, not one of us had a bra on, and when our tops came off, ten tits were on display, if you call mine and Marti’s small breasts, tits. The guys were going crazy and we girls could hear their comments about our breasts. "Damn, look at what Rick’s got tonight, perfect little sister boobs. We all said we would like to suck, on a prepubescent girl," Howe commented. "Hell, Shana, yours are like my youngest sister’s, and I saw her nude last week and told her if she wanted, I would make them bigger by sucking and blowing them up like a balloon." "Daniel, you must be in heaven! Knowing you’re a tit man, those under that red hair are going to give you enough pleasure tonight that you will never get again." said Steven. Each of the Best Friends had noticed that Brandy had went from a 34 -C when we were thirteen, to a 36-D cup in the past three years. By now all eyes were tuned to Chrissy, and her long wavy hair was covering her breasts. She took her hands and very slowly and pushed back the hair covering her left breast, and then moved a little hair at a time until her right breast was exposed. Now that Chrissy was nearly seventeen, her nipples had become large, and they were twice the thickness of any of our nipples. The guys loved the show Chrissy made of showing off her breasts. Then we all reached for the snap on the side of our skirts, and the room became quiet, with the exception of the television. Our fingers pulled down the zippers on our skirts, and then we all eased our skirts down over our hips. Once they were free of our hips, let them fall to the floor. Bending over, with our backs to the guys, to pick them up, I whispered, "What say we let the guys pull our panties off, and tell them they can have them for a souvenir?" After picking up our skirts, we placed them on the sofa with our tops, then walked over in front of the guys. We took their hands in ours, and hooked their fingers in our panties. I wondered what the guys thought, here were five high school girls, acting sluttish and more like our swinger mothers, I believed. When Howe pulled my panties down, he looked at the small growth of hair over my sex, which was still only a few hairs had grown from my cleft and prepuce, out an inch or so. I remembered my father teasing me in Paris about my pubes, and I challenged him to count them without getting a hard-on. Dad had counted to a hundred and twenty, and had just a few to count, but he became erect. So I wondered if Howe would be as turned on with my small thatch of maiden hair as my father was. When each of us girls had our panties removed, Marti asked, "Would you five studs tell us which one of us has the most hair? We are always arguing about who has the most growth." Looking at us, the five guys all said, "Shana." That cracked-up the rest of us. Then we all lay down on the floor in front of the guy we had paired up with. After laying on the floor, facing the guys, the five of us girls parted our legs as far apart as they would spread. I could feel moisture in my crack, and wondered if my pussycat was as open as it felt. My question to myself was answered as I heard the five guys each commenting on the fact our cunts were so wide open. Howe stated, "Damn, look at Shana’s small snatch, it is leaking her juices, and it's like a small puckered round puffy hole." No more than a minute had passed and five erect cocks were sticking out toward us. Then I forgot the other girls, as Howe was soon making me feel his tongue licking my nipples, then down to my pussycat. Finally he was probing me with a thick six inches of hard manhood. Howe rode me for at least ten minutes, and after we both went off. I was sexually charged being in a group sex activity, I saw we were the last to finish. Then to my surprise, Marti moved over and was soon sucking on Steven. When he was erect once more, I saw he was the largest endowed of the five men. His cock was at least seven inches long, but extra thick, and I knew she was going to have him do her in her anus. The other girls were surprised, but I knew about Marti liking anal sex, and the four of us sat back and watched Marti have her ass probed by Steven, It was obvious he had done this before. Steven had Marti on her back, and her legs were bent back onto her chest, and he was giving her a hard and deep butt fuck. Marti was crying for more, and begging him to be harder and shove it into her deeper. When Steven shot his cum up her butt, Marti cried, "Someone else, please, someone, do me in my ass." I looked at Howe, and asked him "Would you, it’s okay?" Howe wasted no time, and was soon riding Marti doggie style as he butt fucked her. The other girls were looking at the scene, and to my surprise, Brandy had grabbed Doug’s cock and asking him to do her butt. "Be gentle as I’ve never done it before." she implored. By the time Doug was lodged up Brandy’s butt, she was crying out that it hurt, and to not be so hard. But Doug was soon fucking her harder than even Steven had done Marti. In fact, as I watched, I knew that even my father hadn’t taken my ass that hard and deep. I shuddered, and then felt Rick sucking on my nipples. I listened as Rick said how much he enjoyed my long and hard nipples as he was driving his cock into me, with my legs resting on his shoulders. I didn’t get off, but I was fucked hard, deep and completely, and it felt terrific. By the time it was three in the morning, we had each had sex with all five guys, and when we were driving home, I laughed as Marti told us that Rick had showered with her, and had fucked her ass in the shower. "Damn, that boy knows how to put a dick up a butt. I asked him if he was gay and did it with guys." He laughed and told me that his aunt had taught him how to butt fuck from the time he was twelve, and she still has him do her at least once a month. ***** When we got home, I dropped the girls off, and when I walked in the house, I found a note from my mother and father, that they were spending the night at the cabin. Picking up my cell phone, I called Chrissy, and she said her parents were at my parent’s cabin. After speaking with Chrissy, I called Marti, Brandy and Kristen, and they each said their parents were spending the night at my parents’ cabin. I didn’t let on that each of their parents was all at the cabin, but I knew that they were swinging. I had just dozed off to sleep, and after the hard sex I had experienced earlier that night, I was tired, and something was waking me, but I went back to sleep. The next thing I knew was some was laying on me, and pushing my legs open. When I realized that my brother Tony was in bed with me, and trying to have sex, I slapped his face. "What the hell are you thinking, get off me and out of my bed and room." "Come on Shana, we’ve done it before, so what is one more time, besides if you don’t let me, I will tell dad you and I have had sex." At first I was mad, but I was also tired, and looking at the clock, saw it was nearly four-thirty in the morning. Finally I told Tony, "Okay, stick it in and get your nut off and then never bother me again or I will tell dad you raped me." For about three minutes, Tony moved his teenage cock in and out of me. I felt it had grown from the last time he was in me. After he went off, I was glad when he left my bed and went to his room. The next morning at nine-twenty, I heard the phone ringing, and when Tony walked in my room, he told me the call was for me. It wasn’t on my own phone so I had to get out of bed to answer the call, and I padded to the phone naked. When I got the phone, it was Mary Etta Grogan. Then it dawned on me, I’d picked her as the extra person for us to take to the Halloween party. I spoke to her for a few minutes, then told Mary Etta, I’d pick her up around five in the afternoon, if that was okay, and we would go to the Stuffed Dog. Mary Etta said that would be great and would see me there. I had been sitting on the sofa while talking with Mary Etta. As I moved to go back to bed, I saw my brother standing at the end of the sofa ogling my nude body. Hell, I thought, my brother is staring at me, and he is nude as I am. His cock is pointed to his chin. I didn’t even say anything, but took his hand in mine, and led him to my bed. Then, I told him,, "Fuck me, but make me cum." This time my brother did as I asked. He fucked me deep, hard, and for one hell of a long time. Once wasn’t enough, and he took me the second time. I actually believe I went to sleep during the second fuck. When I got up around one in the afternoon, my pussy was sore from all the cock probing of the last day. Damn, I thought. I have been fucked at least ten times since last night between those guys, and my brother. ***** After I picked Mary Etta up and we drove to the hangout, took a corner booth, and after some small talk, I asked her about her boyfriend? Looking at me with a grin on her face, Mary Etta told about being dumped on, and that Mr. Vac had become her date once more. We both were laughing, and I asked if Mr. Vac’s first name and initial was Ray O.? Unbeknownst to Mary Etta, I was aware that Jorge had done her. Jorge had told me that Mary Etta had not exactly said she did it with her brother, but said his cock wasn’t as big hard as Jorge’s was soft. I’d heard my mother telling dad, that the Grogan’s would be at the Phillips party a while back, so I assumed that they were involved in swinging. Finally I asked if she enjoyed her first time in having sex, and how old was she when some boy got lucky with her. "Not really enjoyed, it was more fun than anything else, and the guy didn’t really do it all the way. In fact we messed around for almost a year before he shoved his dick in me." "You're kidding, how could a guy not want a girl as pretty as you, seems strange." Then I again asked her, "How old were you, when you first messed around with your first boyfriend" "Shana, you must promise never to tell this to anyone, do you promise me you won’t?" Then Mary Etta told me that she was only eleven, and that the two of them would play together in bed of a morning after her parents left for work. "Ernie and I..." Mary Etta stopped speaking suddenly, as if she hadn’t intended to reveal the boy’s name. But I knew it had to have been her brother Ernest, whom everyone called Ernie. I saw the stunned look on her face, and knew that she had not intended to reveal her brother’s name or that they had played in bed together. Ernie was three years older than her, so he would have been fourteen when they first played with each other. "Mary Etta, your secret is safe, and I played with my older brother in bed." Knowing I needed to reveal my secret to instill some confidence in her that I would keep her secret. I told her she must never tell that I let my brother touch me. Now I knew she’d open up, and I could determine if she could be a part of the Best Friends plans for Halloween. "Tell me what you and your brother did, and I will tell you, also." Mary Etta told that one morning she woke up as her parents were leaving for work and it was storming really hard, and the lightning had struck a tree in their backyard. She had hugged her mom, telling her she was afraid to be alone in bed, and asked if she could stay home from work. Her mother told her to get in bed with her brother, and he would protect her. "Shana, I got in bed with my brother, but his protection was more exploring, and I admit, I enjoyed what we did." "Tell me what you two did. I think your brother is a hunk. He and I would drink sodas together here when he played football, and before he graduated and went to State." For the next ten minutes, Mary Etta told me all they had done. At first she had snuggled up against her brother, and he had hugged her and let her lay with her head in his arm. She had only her panties on, and her brother was in his underwear. Evidently, his being against a nude girl for the first time, allowed Ernie to know he was feeling something all boys want, a nude girl in his bed. "I woke up feeling my brother playing with my tiny breasts. They were actually just little tiny points on my chest, and I told him he was being naughty. Then he asked me to touch him inside his underwear. I was nervous, but liked feeling his thing, as it was hard. Next thing I knew, my brother Ernie had his hand inside my panties, and his fingers playing and touching my sex. Mary Etta told they would get in bed with each other, every day immediately after their parents left for work. After about a year, they both took off their underwear one morning and started feeling each other all over. By now her breasts had become a little larger. and her "My sex had started to give me different feelings. I wanted something more than his finger. I understood about sex, as I had been jacking off my brother since about a month after we had started playing with each other in bed. "Shana, that morning, Ernie got on top of me, and I knew what he was going to do." She added, "I wanted him to put his prick in me, and when he did, it hurt like all get out, but he wouldn’t stop and he popped my cherry." She told how they would have sex almost every morning. One morning she woke up, and she was bleeding. She thought she was having a baby from sex with her brother, then it dawned on her, she was having her first period, and she had just turned thirteen the previous month. I asked her, "Mary Etta, how many guys have you been with?" "Five? Yeah it is five." I watched as she actually counted them on her fingers. "How many have you been with, Shana?" "Let me see, seven in all, but with one I didn’t have sex with, but we were in bed together, and almost did, but I got scared and made him stop. That was with my brother, Brandon." Then I knew we were even, but I wanted to know who the five guys she had done. "Tell me who the five were you have been with." I said to Mary Etta. "You won’t tell will you, as this is very personal, but what is this all about, Shana I mean, your wanting to know about me having sex, what is the reason you are asking me these questions?" "Okay, I will tell you a little about something that is going to happen with my best friends, and you know the five of us call ourselves, Best Friends." "Yeah, you girls are so cool, and all of us like you, and I and my friends envy your closeness, all of us were jealous of how the five of you looked that night in the identical skirts you brought home from Paris." "We need another girl we can trust to go to a party with us, but it must be someone we can trust." Thinking for a moment, Mary Etta told about the five guys with whom she had sex. "Okay, Ernie was my first, and then when I fourteen. My - my uncle, my mom’s younger brother, Rick, and he is only a few years older than myself. So I had sex with my Uncle Rick, and we had sex four, no it was five times, over the past couple of years. Then me and Jorge did it, and he about killed me, he is big, and I know you two dated, so you likely know what I mean by big, don’t you?" She paused for a moment. "You know Mr. Thorton, the science teacher, h-he and we did it a few times, but he likes oral sex the best. Did you know he has done several girls in school?" Mary Etta asked. Then I thought, she has left one out, and I asked who the fifth guy was. Mary Etta then told about the guy who just dumped her, Martin, and they had been a couple for almost eight months. Then she said there was one more, but she didn’t know if she could tell me, as I might tell others about whom else she had also had sex with. "Mary Etta, I would never tell these details to anyone else, and hope you never reveal what I have said to you. We Best Friends are discreet, and would never reveal to anyone outside our circle of trust what or whom we have done." "I-I’ve done it with... my... Shana you must promise not to ever tell or have an ill feeling toward me if I say who else, promise me, but I did it with my grandpa, my dad’s father." I saw a look of concern cross her face, and I knew I must ease her fears that I wouldn’t tell anyone the secret she had just shared with me. "Mary Etta, I have been with my father, several times, so I have knowledge of incest. In fact I have done it with my younger brother, Tony." I asked Mary Etta how she and her grandpa got together, and she told me that he had taken her to New York a couple of months before, and they had connecting rooms at the hotel, but she had gotten into the liquor cabinet in the room, and had drunk three of the small bottles of Scotch. Then she had undressed and got into bed, but she was drunk and not thinking clearly had walked through the open doors between their rooms. When her grandpa saw she was drunk, he told her she was naughty. He told her that she must not tell her mother she’d been drinking or he would catch heck for something he didn’t have anything to do with. "Before long I got on the bed and started to tease my grandpa. I didn’t even think about being nude, but I was so wasted. After a while, I guess my grandpa couldn’t take any more of my nudity and being silly, we ended up having sex." Mary Etta told me that the sex was really good, and she and her grandpa did it the rest of the three-day trip. "Shana, my favorite sex is with my Uncle Rick, and he is really a handsome guy, and I think he is about thirty, but he does me so gently." Then Mary Etta looked at me and told me what made sex with her uncle so great. "When Uncle Rick is doing it to me, he will reach down between us, and he plays with my clit, and it makes me go off really nice, not really hard, but for a long time, and then I exploded." Looking at me, Mary Etta said, "Sometimes he will push his finger in my butt, have you ever had that done?" "Not only a finger, but my father butt fucked me, and it was wonderful and terrible all at the same time." I told her, "Maybe you should ask your Uncle Rick to do you in your butt." "Hee - hee," Mary Etta laughed, and told me. "I promised him I would let him, do what he calls butt fuck, the next time we are together, and in two weeks, he is going to have me stay with him when my parents are away for the weekend." For the next hour we discussed our lives, and I told her that she was likely to become one of the Best Friends, if she wanted to be one of us. I explained we never put anyone down, and our secrets cannot be discussed with others. When we see the other kids, we never become stuck up, and I know you live on the street over from me, and your father is extremely wealthy, like ours, so you must treat others like we treat ourselves and never make fun of others. ***** The next day the Best Friends were swimming in my pool, and the other four agreed to accept Mary Etta, as if she had been a part of us since we were kids. We made the plans for crashing the Halloween party, and when Mary Etta heard us speaking about our parents being swingers, she told me that her mother and her had a discussion about swinging, and she knew her parents did, but not with whom. After a while, the six of us went to my room undressed and all showered. That was the first time we saw Mary Etta in the nude. Here was a raven-haired teenager, with perfect 34-B breasts, and the hair over her vagina, pitch black, was thicker than Marti’s. The other thing striking about Mary Etta was her height, as she stood 5' - 8", and her legs were perfectly shaped. She was on the cheerleading squad, and would likely be the captain, her senior year. This year, my parents had planned their Halloween party at dad’s cabin. Dad told me it was because of my friends and I crashing the party. The others, including my mother, had no idea why it wasn’t at a hotel. There were going to be twenty couples, unless someone couldn’t make it. Everyone attended these parties, as they were attractive adults. Each of the Best Friends, and now there were six, purchased wigs, and each of the wigs were the color of our hair, but were long, and hung down to our hips. We purchased stockings and garters, and costumes. Marti was going as a cowgirl, with a bra made of two small cowboy hats, that covered her breasts so they smallness wouldn’t give her away. Brandy was to be a hooker, and her short skirt, had nothing under it, so anyone who reached under it was going to find a shaved pussy. We flipped out, but Brandy said anyone who saw her red-haired pussy might guess who she was immediately. Kristen went as a bag lady, and her costume was designed so she could flip her dress and it would reveal her muff, which she had colored blue on one side, and red on the other half of her labia. When I saw Chrissy, wearing an abbreviated flight attendant uniform, I and the others loved how she been waxed until her pubes were like some strippers strip. The top allowed her breasts to show, even part of her nipples when she moved a certain way. I had chosen to dress like an American Indian, and my skirt was short and I had chosen a pair of crotch-less panties to wear under the rawhide cover. The top of the costume was a padded bra, but the cups would drop down as they were held up with velcro. When we saw Mary Etta, we all flipped, she had found a night gown that was two panels of material, and had four straps, about two inches wide, holding the panels together. The straps had snaps on them and they would allow the panels to flow with nothing holding them together. We knew she would be a hit with her long legs. Dad had told me the party was to start at eight, but most, if not, all the guests would show up around seven, so we should come at nine o’clock, the party would be underway. I asked dad, "How soon does everyone start changing sex partners? Give me a run down on what happens." We all met at Marti’s, and got in her mother’s minivan. Then we took off for the party. We turned the lights off as we pulled onto the lawn where everyone had parked. I’d told the others what dad had said about the couples pairing off. Dad had suggested we enter the party through the side door, one or two at a time, and simply start mingling with the crowd. None of us knew what our parents were wearing, and they weren’t aware we were coming, except my father. One thing I didn’t tell the other five girls, was that at one in the morning, everyone stripped off their outfits and were nude, except for the mask. Then you pulled off the face mask of the partner you were having sex with, and if anyone wasn’t having sex, you took of your own mask. We had been at the party about ten minutes, and a pirate pulled me up the stairs and led me into my parent’s bedroom. In less than two minutes time, I was feeling a thick five-inch cock probing my pussycat, and its owner must have been getting his first sex of the night, as he left one hell of a load of cum in my pussy. I remembered dad had said the women never wiped their pussies after they had been fucked, and I’d told the other girls the same. After returning down stairs from the loft, I saw Mary Etta bent over a chair arm, and was being taken doggie style by a guy with a football helmet on his head, and a long tee-shirt made like a football jersey. On the one sofa, were two women, and they were being taken by two large men, and I thought the one dressed like a cop, must be my father. Then I saw Brandy was setting on one man’s cock, and it was buried deep up in her, while the other was butt fucking Brandy, and I moved so I could listen to what she was saying. Her voice was chocked, and she kept repeating, not my ass, I’ve never had it there, oh my ass hurts. But she was unable to move from having both holes filled at the same time. Then I was grabbed, and pulled over to a chair, and my butt was soon being filled with a monster of a cock, and he drilled me deep and hard. After he went off, I was turned over and the cop was driving his cock deep inside my pussycat. I cried out when I came, as I believed it was my father. The idea of my dad fucking me, and not knowing it was me, made me cum hard. What dad hadn’t told me was they invited a group of single men, as the man of the couple, was only able to do a few women, whereas the women could in effect go all night. That came to my mind when I counted the number of men and women and knew that there were likely fifteen or so more men than women, and that counted the six of us girls. Then I saw Chrissy being led up stairs by two men, and I wondered if she was going to get doubled up, and butt fucked for her first time. I wanted to watch her, but I knew that might not be proper. Then I saw a single women and a man walk up the stairs. Shortly, one woman said to me, "I enjoy walking in on couples and having a threesome, do you?" I knew from her voice that it was Chrissy’s mom. I walked with her and decided, to see if she would let me go down on her. Why I wanted that I didn’t know, but she did not resist as we walked into the room where her daughter, unknown to her, was getting fucked, in both her pussy and ass, and asking for more. I only hoped her mother wouldn't recognize her voice. I had Mrs. Mathews set on the edge of a chair, and I went down on my best friend’s mother. She cried out when she went off, and pulled my face tight against her pussy. I could only hope I had put my mask back in place so she didn’t recognize me. But I escaped from the room quickly, as I watched some tall black man bend her over the railing and was taking her from behind. The gong was rung at one in the morning. I was bent backwards over one of the large footstools my mother had placed in the great room and was being eaten out by a woman dressed as a princess. She moved from between my legs. I stood up from where I was bent over. I watched as everyone in the upstairs rooms came down the stairs. I knew that when the gong sounded the second time we were to undress, then wait for the gong to sound the third time and remove my mask. I wondered what my five girlfriends, and our parents were going to say when the mask revealed everyone. Then the gong sounded out the second time. I watched as men and women undressed, and so did the Best Friends. Now the six of us were disrobed from our costumes. I was surprised to see the cop was not my father, so I so I still wanted to see which one he was. Then the crowd was milling around, and dad had either failed to tell me, or wanted me to experience something different at the party, but I soon found you were to caress any man or woman you wished. When I turned around, I was face to face with my mother, and we looked at each others nipples and breasts, and we knew who was behind the mask. I whispered, "Hi mom, fancy meeting you here." Whispering in a hushed voice, mom said, "You talked your father into this, didn’t you?" Then she kissed me, a French kiss! I turned around and stroked cock after cock, and breast of all sizes, and I found it pleasant to finger the wet sexes of the women. When I found Mary Etta, we had fun playing with each other’s pussies and tits. Then I felt a pair of hands reach around me from behind, and a deep voice said, "I love your breasts, and your nipples have been driving me crazy for the last fifteen minutes." "I want to fuck you just as soon as the fourth bell rings, so you keep that nearly hairless preteen looking pussy for me." When I turned to face the voice, I saw the hands belonged to the larger of the three black men in the crowd. Then I saw dad, and there was no way we didn’t recognize each other. I knew that the man, who had taken Chrissy in her butt, was my father. Whispering to me, dad asked, "Having fun, Baby, how many have you enjoyed, and don’t forget, as this is only Friday, the party lasts till Sunday sometime, so you will have plenty of sex before you leave, happy you came?" "Yes, me and mom met and our breasts and nipples were a dead give away to each other, without removing our masks." Then the gong sounded once more. People had already determined whom some of the participating couples and single men were. Each person walked up to the loft at the top of the stairs and stood facing the crowd. then removed their mask. We six girls were cheered and we could each hear our parents shocked expressions, then they cheered. I was the first of the six of us to walk up the stairs, my parents meet me as I got back down and they hugged and kissed my cheek. That broke the ice for the other parents, and the only one who was really surprised was Juan Perez, as he knew he had enjoyed sex with his daughter. Everyone, had a glass of champagne, and my mother, Mrs. Handleson, and Mrs. Grogan had brought out trays of food. The six of us Best Friends fixed our plates, and sat down with our glasses of champagne. I laughed as Chrissy said her butt was sore, "The first guy, who butt fucked me had a cock like a tree, and the second guy wasn’t far behind." Smiling I told her that the first guy up her butt was my father, and the guy she was riding was her own father. She couldn’t believe it, and then I asked if she remembered me going down on a woman while our dad’s were doing her. She honestly didn’t think about who the woman was, or even that it was I doing her mother, but thought it was cool. Chrissy said that she was hurting where she sat down, and wondered why, then laughed at her own joke. That is when I told her about recognizing her mother’s voice. "I like knowing I had been with you and your mother. I’m happy, and maybe our parents and we can party together, would you like that, Girlfriend?" Chrissy told me yes. I explained about the fourth bell, and you can walk up and take anyone you want, and that the party would last until sometime Sunday. I asked the girls if they had seen the three black men. All except Kristen decided they wanted to try a black guy. That is when we got the surprise from our dear friend, and that she had kept a secret from us. Kristen told us, "Do you remember Todd Blakely, who was the quarterback last season, and is now at OSU, well I did him one time, then the second time, and several more times, and I can tell you I firmly believe a 'brother' can fuck for a half hour at a time before they dump their load." "Bring him on," Marti said. Just before the gong was rung for the fourth time, my father asked everyone to stop talking for a moment as he wanted to "introduce" the six new attendees. He asked that I and the other Best Friends come forward. Looking at each of us, he smiled and said, "I believe everyone knows these charming half dozen, perhaps more now than we know, after all their disguises fooled me and my wife." Everyone laughed, and my father asked us, "Do you lovely ladies have anything or anyone special you’d like to start the final part of the party?" Marti looked at the rest of us and whispered so only we six girls could hear her, asked us, "What say we have our own fathers do us, and let it all hang out, it could be a trip." Kristen said, "I agree, but maybe we can lay down on the floor, and rest our heads on our mother’s laps." "Heck, we want our dads to do us, so let’s do as Marti suggests." I asked, "Everyone agree?" Only Brandy had a funny expression on her face, and said she didn’t believe she could do it with her father, even if she had agreed before. Then she acquiesced, saying, "Yeah, we might as well, that was the reason for crashing the party, was to have our dad take us, but I had hoped it was without knowing he had, let’s get'r done." "You’re the chairwomen, you tell them," Chrissy said, as she and the others laughed. I walked up to dad and told him what we wanted, then I added without the agreement of the other girls: "Just be sure and have someone lined up to take your places after you do your daughters." My father announced what we wanted, and the others shouted out their agreement. I watched as our mothers stepped forward, and then sat on the floor. The six of us girls lay down on the floor, and rested our heads in our mother’s laps. Looking around before I lay down, I saw the girls held their legs together, and Marti had her legs crossed at the ankles. Then I lay back, looking up, saw my father moving between my legs, with his erection sticking out toward the pussycat he was about to enter. I became excited, and anxious to once more have a feel of his penis in me, the one that had captured and split my hymen. Looking, I saw the other men were erect, and I knew they were looking forward to having a specific female, which until now was supposedly off-limits. Us girls were ready too, and as their individual fathers hovered over our prone bodies, we each spread our legs. The other guests were hushed, when, as if on a signal, it seemed, each father buried the salami into his daughter at the same time. I moaned out, "Daddy, my daddy," as his large penis slipped up into my body, and I heard similar cries from the other girls. My hips were rising upward from the floor meeting each deep and searching stroke of my father’s pistoning penis. My climax was building fast, as my father and I had only been as one for less than two minutes. Then I, and everyone else heard Brandy cry out, "Oh gawd daddy, I'm fucking cumming, YES! FUCK ME HARDER DADDY! Augh, yeah, DADDY, I’M... CUMMING, SO FUCKING HARDDDD, DADDDD!" Hearing Brandy let her climax overcome her, I too cried out my release, and shouted out, "YES, I’M GETTING IT! DAD, I’M DOING IT, AUGH!" Then it seemed the other girls were allowing the moment to happen for them, and all were shouting out their release. Everyone in the room heard Juan, Kristen’s father, cries out, I’m fucking my little girl, and she’s coming on my cock, damn she is tight, AUGH SHIT, FUCKEN HELL! I'M CUMMING IN MY LITTLE GIRL’S... CUNT!" Everyone listened as each father and daughter got off, the only one who was different was Mary Etta, and she wailed out a prolonged and mournful release. Looking toward Mary Etta, I rose up and saw everyone was evidently now focusing their attention on the long legs of the girl, as they were wrapped around her father’s back. Mary Etta had her legs up around her father’s back to where they were almost up to his shoulders, and her ankles were crossed. Mary Etta was wailing out a sound like a kitten begging for its mother to come to it for comfort. Then Mary Etta uncrossed her legs, and catching her ankles in her hands, pulled her legs back toward her, and raising her hip in the air. Then I saw the black man move over me, and before I could adjust, the thick black cock started stroking deep into my belly. My god, I thought, I’m glad he isn’t as big around as he is long. When he chewed and pulled on my nipples away from my body with his teeth, my pussy reacted by squeezing his cock and trying to keep him deep inside me. There was one thing for certain, my girlfriend Kristen was right about the staying power of a black man. Some of our friends used to say: "Once you go black..." It was the longest fuck of my life and my pussy was becoming sore, from his riding my body for the longest time. Then he jammed his thick cock deep inside me. I about passed out. He had pulled my legs up on his shoulders just before he jammed his cock deep into my cervix. I didn’t cum from his long fucking of me, but my pussycat just had the most intense and the longest damned fuck it ever had. At one point during the party, I had a black cock in my mouth, my pussycat was riding another. A black man, whose name was Clarence, was in my butt with his twelve inches of black cock. Never could I have imagined myself getting triple drilled. this sexual act even being done. On the floor about two feet from me, Marti’s father was stuffing her ass, while she rode my father in a reverse cowgirl. At the same time, a man named Jeff was feeding her mouth his thick five inches of meat. It was nearly three-o-clock on Sunday afternoon. The six "Best Friends" had been fucked more in the past sixty hours, than in our entire lives combined. I had attempted to keep track of how many men and women had done me, but after ten men, I lost count. I simply remember my body being taken over and over, and in positions I could not believe. At one point, I found my pussycat being eaten out by Nancy Phillips, Brandy’s mother. We asked our parents if we could skip school the next day, and stay at the cabin. Our parents agreed. Our mothers said they would call the school for us, and tell them we had gone out of town and had car trouble, and would not be home until sometime in the afternoon. Before everyone left, I watched as the men and women took time to clean up the cabin. The six of us made up the beds, and that answered my question why mom had so many sheets and blankets at the cabin. CHAPTER 5 After everyone else had left, the six of us got in the large hot tub. The water eased our tired bodies, but our pussycats were sore, and Brandy said that her ass felt like someone had done it with a corncob. All I could say was, "I hope the next party isn’t until New Year’s Eve." The Mary Etta, the newest of our group, spoke and surprised the rest of us completely: "Let’s get our fathers to take us on a trip to New York or some place, and only we can be a part of the orgy." Chrissy spoke up and said, "My parents have a cabin in the woods in the Smokies, so lets go there over Thanksgiving break." That, everyone thought, would be great. We all loved going to Pigeon Forge. After soaking in the hot tub for about twenty minutes, we got out and headed for the shower. Marti said we should all shower together, and we all laughed as the six of us stood in the water. After we dried off, we headed to the bedrooms, and I was in my room with Chrissy. We lay down on the bed, and before long we were caressing each other’s breasts and sliding our fingers into the other’s pussycat. Sensing she wanted more, I went down on Chrissy. She held my head in her hands and guided me as to how she wanted me to bring her off. Chrissy’s climax was quick, and then she took me. Her tongue searched out every crease and fold of my love portal it could reach. Then she took my clit between her lips. Her tongue pushed back the hood and it flicked back-and-forth, then around my blood-engorged button, until I reached a sharp but a sudden climax. I loved the feeling. It was different that any I had ever known. ***** Our lives were like other kids in our school, we all dated, but didn’t have sex with our dates, but we enjoyed being together. Mary Etta was as much a part of Best Friends as the five of us had always been. I begged my dad to let me order her a skirt like the ones the five of us girls had, so Mary Etta would have one. Finally he told me I could, but not to get any more friends. When the skirt came, I was in school, but on Saturday I asked the other five to come over, as I had a surprise for them. When I handed Mary Etta her present, and it was in one of the gift boxes like the other skirts had been, everyone but Mary Etta knew what the gift was. Marti had become a wild one, from our description, and she suggested we try to find our friends in Lawrenceburg. Finally we all agreed that tonight we would drive over see if our friends might be at the diner. Mary Etta wanted to know what the deal was, and we filed her in on the story. To our surprise, Mary Etta told us, "Rick is my uncle, remember Shana, I told you about Uncle Rick!?" Then Mary Etta made believers of the five of us, when she said her cousin lived with a guy named Daniel. I knew she was telling the truth from the minute she said Rick was her uncle, and she had told me they had enjoyed sex together more than once. We asked Mary Etta to call her uncle and have him set up a party, and the six of us would meet them at the diner around seven in the evening next Saturday, and to tell the other’s we’ll wear our skirts from Paris. When Mary Etta was talking to her uncle, and she explained how she knew about the previous party, and how she knew us five girls. "Don’t forget, Uncle Rick, there’s six girls this time, maybe you will finally introduce me JR you’re always telling me about, okay bye." "Girls, the party is set for next Saturday, and I hope JR is there, although I’ve never met him, but Uncle Rick has told me about him many times?" Finally, after prodding by Marti and Brandy, we heard why Mary Etta was so wanting to have JR at the party. "My Uncle Rick has told me he has the biggest shlong he has ever seen or heard about. He had seen it a couple of times. Most girls won’t even let him try to get it in them!" That comment had the us all excited for the rest of the day, and finally we shuffled a deck of cards, and decided that the person who got the Ace of Spades, would be the first with JR. Luck was with Mary Etta, and on the fourth hand dealt, got the black ace. It was Saturday, and we had been planning the total day on what we would do, and the Best Friends were ready to take off for another wild party. None of us could imagine dating one guy, who would think he could determine when he and I would have sex, and not allow us to take part in the decision. We knew from other girls in school how they were frustrated from the way they were treated by the guy they were hooked up with. That morning, I had undressed in my room and walked nude to the bathroom, as I thought I was home alone. I found out that wasn’t exactly the case as Tony was home. "Hi Pretty Sister, come on in, I will be finished in a minute, as I’m meeting the guys, and our coach is taking us to see the Tribe play." Knowing that my brother had seen me in the nude, and his young cock had probed inside me on several occasions, I didn’t think anything of his standing nude in front of me, or seeing me nude, got ready to get in the shower. Tony looked at me, and with a gentle sound in his voice told me, "I swear you have grown more hair on your lovely thing. May I touch it? I’ll be nice?" Tony hadn’t moved, and finally I moved over to stand in front of the mirror on the wall, and looking at the hair on my sex, thought he might be right. I turned back around. Tony again asked, "May I look?" Thinking I would let him enjoy a quick peek, as Tony had been exceptionally nice to me since the last time we had been close. "Move out of the way," I said to Tony, and then I sat on the vanity, and opened my thighs slightly. Tony was surprised, and he knelt down and looked between my legs. Slowly, I parted my legs a little more, till I knew he was able to see inside my pussycat. I took my left leg, and moved it up until I had my foot resting on his shoulder. There could be no doubt, I thought to myself, Tony is getting a complete view of my sex. I asked him, "Is there more hair?" "Yes, and it has started to grow down alongside your opening. May I touch, please Shana?" I didn’t respond, and when a few seconds passed, Tony moved his fingers to lightly touch where he had said the hair had grown more. My body was betraying me, and I was becoming heated, and knew if I didn’t stop now, I’d want more. After a few moments, Tony moved his fingers to the other side of my labia, and tracing his finger tips along the lips of my pussycat, spoke in a soft voice: "See, this is where I remember it used to be to, and now it has grown all the way down to the bottom." "You’re sure! I've never had hair down low. That is wild, and I didn’t know it until you told me." Then I felt Tony lightly touching the hair at the top of my cleft, and he caught the tuft of hair that was a little thick at the covering of my prepuce. "Even this is thicker, Shana, yet it hasn’t grown on your tummy," my brother told me. Then I watched as he withdrew his fingers and stood up in front of me. When my brother had been standing in front of me, his cock had been hanging down, now I looked and it was sticking up so straight from his body, it was almost against his stomach. My body became heated, and I felt myself shudder, and I wanted to hold Tony’s erection in my hand. With a sigh, I knew Tony was sensing my desires for some type of contact with him. He looked at me and smiled, and told me, "You’ve made me excited, pretty sister." Neither of us moved, and I reached out and touched Tony’s arm with a slight touch to indicate I wanted him to move forward. Tony stepped toward me until he was standing between my knees. "Why did you stop? Move against me. No, wait, follow me," I told my brother and walked to his bedroom. I lay in the center of the bed, and as I lay on my back, my legs opened in an invitation Tony understood. It seemed that Tony moved in slow motion as he lay between my welcoming thighs, and then I felt him reach down and press the head of his cock into the opening of my pussycat. It started to slip between my labia. I hissed out, "Yessss, oh Tony, you feel so good, be easy this time, and don’t be hard and fast, make it last, please, yes, like that it feels . ." My brother moved his cock in and out of my gripping grommet for more than twenty minutes, and I knew how long it was before the two of us climaxed together. I had noticed the baseball-shaped clock on the wall at the end of his bed when I had lain down, and just before Tony moved from between my legs. Neither of us made a sound as we got off. I had never climaxed so easily. I simply said, "Ugh, Ugh," as I felt my vagina tighten and then let my body relax. "Oh, oh, um, yes," Tony said in almost a whisper as he shot off into me. I felt his cock push as deep into me as he could reach with his erection. For a couple of minutes neither of us moved, and then I realized I had only thirty-five minutes to shower, put on my makeup, dress and drive and pick up the Best Friends. "Tony that was wonderful, and thank you, but get off me, as I have to shower and get ready to pick up my friends. Take a shower with me?" I asked him. We showered together, and I was amazed at how nice my brother was, and he washed me off and in less than three minutes we were out of the shower. I looked at my brother, and then noticed he hadn’t lost all of his erection, and when I had washed him in the shower, his cock was sticking almost straight out from his groin. "Dear Brother," I laughed. "Do they make under shorts that have an extension in the front?" When I left the house, I was only a few minutes late on my schedule, but I had just enjoyed a most unexpected sexual encounter and a climax that still had my body tingling. There was no way I could explain my actions with Tony, other than to believe that the knowledge of what the six of us girls were planning had me keyed up for sex. After the Halloween party, I had not had sex until just a few minutes ago, and knowing tonight was going to be another gang bang, I knew my body was primed for sex. "Tony," I said out loud, "You gave me a tremendous cum, and I knew we will likely have this more often in the future, as I believe your cock has grown." When we got to the restaurant we had to wait for a table for the six of us girls, but finally we were seated. We each had worn short-skirts with ruffles on them, and we all giggled and spoke how all the males in the restaurant were checking us out. Kristen laughed and said. "Yeah, and the older man, with the red golf cap, setting by himself, whistled and winked at me as I passed by him." Chuckling at Kristen’s comment, Chrissy told us, "You know the table next to us, with the three guys, they were at the Halloween party, and they recognized us, and the one in the middle has a dick that curves up in the air like a banana." Marti looked across at the guys at the next table, and she saw the guy in the middle looking at her. She told us she was a little embarrassed as he was smiling at her. Then she told us, "I’m going over and tell them hello." She wanted the rest of us to pay no attention to what she was doing. Marti got up from her chair, and walked over and sat on the empty chair at their table. We heard her ask, "May I join you for breakfast, and it’s certainly nice, seeing you guys again." They were somewhat surprised when she sat down with them, but we heard them give their names. The one in the middle, Jim, said they had enjoyed the party, and wondered if she had. Being her regular and mischievous self, Marti in a friendly laughing voice replied, "The party was great, and I will never forget YOU! Me, and the others named you 'Banana' and I wonder why?" The other two guys laughed and we heard them telling Jim that is what they called him. Chrissy whispered and told me they were all married. That they were attorneys, and had their own firm. They had been to her house for dinner different times, and the shorter one had about flipped out when he first saw her at the party, but he took her twice on Halloween night. When the waitress showed up, Marti asked if they could move their table over with ours. She agreed. The conversation over breakfast did not get around about the plans for meeting the guys in Lawrenceburg, later that night, except when Mary Etta said she looked forward to wearing her skit from Paris with the rest of us. The conversations did not include anything about the Halloween party, as we all understood that was something kept quiet and not discussed where others might overhear the conversation. When we were finished eating, the guys asked what we were up to. Kristen replied, "We have nothing to do, right girls, so you tell us." Her comment caught me off guard, and I saw the rest of the girls look around at each other, then waited to see if Kristen was trying to set up a quick party. Jim, looking at Chrissy asked, "How about you Chrissy?" Then Kemp, the guy who was seated across from me, asked, "How about we go to my house, and we can swim in the pool, or shoot pool, so pick your pool, girls." "We all started to laugh, and Chrissy replied. "Kemp, do I get to pick out the pool, or should I say pool cue?" Brandy, who hadn’t been saying anything, smiled, and speaking in a soft whisper, said, "Me, I’d like to go with Kemp and get fucked, cause I’m horny." Then she commenced giggling like crazy. "Me too," Marti said. The rest of us just looked at each other and finally I said, "Pay the bill, girls and let’s get out of here and have a pool of a day." The three men flipped a coin, and Ted was the odd man out, so he had to pay for all nine of us. In the car, we all laughed and knew we were going to be fucked. No one mentioned that part as we followed the three men to Kemp’s. We spoke of our plans for later that night. Kristen said that she still kept her pussy shaved. So what say we don’t wear panties and if we get a chance to sit at the counter, and we turn around and flash the guys when we are ready to leave with them. They will die, thinking we will have matching panties on again, and they will see what they have been wanting since Mary Etta called her uncle. Marti had to explain to Mary Etta what we were talking about. "Girlfriends, I think we have become cock-crazy." Brandy said, then added, "I want it bad, so I want one of those three first." Without thinking what I was saying, I replied, "No problem, I had one great fuck earlier this morning and the most pleasant cum, I may have ever had, and..." I stopped, as I felt my face turning red, knowing I had just admitted that I had been with either my father or brother. No one said anything, nor asked any questions, but I knew they wondered whom I had done. Inside Kemp’s house, we stood around for a moment, then he escorted us out to the pool, and it was a screen enclosed room, with louver windows. The windows were closed and Kemp pressed a button, and screens moved electrically down until the windows were covered so no one could look inside. No one spoke, and it was certain the three men were waiting for the six of us girls to make a move. Without a doubt, Brandy was ready for sex, as she pulled her blouse off, then her skirt was unfastened and fell around her feet, and she stepped out them pick them up and laid then on a deck chair. Still no one else moved, and Brandy’s panties soon joined her other clothes. Moving over to where the guys were, she took Jim’s hand and led him to a recliner. Jim immediately undressed. His cock was curved upward just like a banana, and I imagined how it must've rubbed against the top of Brandy’s pussycat. Jim took Brandy in his hands and laid onto the lounge. Immediately, he was between her thighs. Her 5' - 6" inch body commenced moving under the body of Jim, who was taking her fast and furious. Brandy was moaning out and her sounds soon became grunts, as her hips were moving with each of Jim’s strokes, and after about four minutes, they both were going-off. "Yeah, damn! You move well when you fuck," Jim moaned out as he shot off. Then the rest of us undressed, and watched as Kemp and Ted undress. Kristen walked over and took Kemp’s cock in her hand and they laid down on the floor. Kemp put a pillow under her hips, and then moved over her. After kissing her briefly, we watched as his cock moved up into Kristen. They moved in complete unison with each other, and Kemp went off, but Kristen later said she was about to cum, when she was left hanging. Not to be left out, Mary Etta was soon being taken by Ted, and he immediately pushed her legs back until they were resting on her breasts. Ted took her hard and fast too, and in just a couple of minutes, he was filling her pussycat with his spunk. Mary Etta cried out, "Yessss, oh god, I’m cumming, YESSS!" An hour later, Chrissy, Marti and I, were ready to change partners. Kemp took me doggy-style. He started to pump into me deep and hard. He kept saying how he loved my tight hips. Then I felt him shove into me as far as his cock could reach, as he shot off inside me. I liked his thick pubic bush pressing against my buttocks. ***** Two hours after we had breakfast, the six Best Friends had been fucked and eaten by the three men, and as we headed back home, we all laughed and wondered what life force had led us into becoming sex-happy. Later that night we walked into the Lawrenceburg diner. We had gotten there early and saw there were six open seats but two older men were separating them so that two stools were on one side of the men, and four on the others. Marti asked the two men if they would please move so we could all set together. "Sure Sweetie, for attractive young girls like you, no problem." Marti patted the older man, who was likely in his late seventies or perhaps, early eighties. The older man smiled and told Marti, "The pat was nice, but how about kissing old grandpa right here on my cheek." "You’re just like my grandpa, so sure, here," Marti said and lightly kissed the man’s face. The other man said, "Heck, I moved and I’m a great grandpa, how about me?" Kristen moved and kissed him hard. Her bright red lipstick, left a true impression of her lips on his forehead. The guys showed up a few minutes after seven, and they saw us first as we had our backs to the door. I head Howe yell, "Hello, Miss Shana." Then the guys all greeted us, and they moved over and sat at the same table they had the last time. Marti said, "Okay girlfriends, let’s greet them and then move over and sit with them, so on the count of three, we turn around. Mary Etta, make certain your legs are wide open." "One - two - three, turn," Marti counted. We turned, and I and the other girls saw the surprised look on the guys’ faces, and knew they had expected to view panties. Rick pointed his finger, and we heard him say to Marti, "You shaved it, you shaved it off!" When we asked the waitress if we could move the chairs from the other tables over so we could be at the table with the guys. She said we couldn’t do that. Howe said, "Okay lets all leave." After the guys paid our bill for sodas, we all took off and followed Daniel to his house. When we reached his place, we were all excited to meet JR, as the guys had said he would be at the house, around eight. A few minutes before eight, we met JR. He was, indeed tall at least six-ten, and weighed 275 pounds, definitely big all-around. We, later found out he was an ex-pro football lineman. When Rick introduced him to his niece, Mary Etta, we saw he liked her looks, and she his. JR, was one large man, and each of us later admitted they wondered what it would be like to have such a large man on top of them. Marti even said she couldn’t get her short legs around his back. We moved down to the basement rec-room, and saw that Daniel and Rick had moved mattresses from beds down the stairs so we would be more comfortable. They guys were begging us to do our strip tease again, and this time, we undressed to the tine, "Proud Mary." After we were nude, the guys undressed, and when we saw what was hanging between JR’s legs, we all made a moaning sound. Mary Etta, looked at me, and said, "My gawd, if it’s that large soft, how big is it when it's hard?" I knew what she was saying, as both of us had taken Jorge on, and he was large. But JR’s cock was a club, and likely to become twice as large when he became erect. We paired off with the same guy we each had been with the first time when we last partied. When Mary Etta and JR lay down on the mattresses, we all watched as they begin to explore each other’s body. Within a couple of minutes, Mary Etta had her fist around less than half of JR’s cock. When JR was fully erect, he was at the least a foot long, perhaps longer, and so round, I knew it would not fit tight inside an eight-ounce glass. I thought that he’s more than four inches across, and half again as thick as Jorge. Watching Mary Etta as she tried to slip her mouth over the thick head of JR’s cock, we saw that was impossible. All she could do was lick his overly large crown. Mary Etta was licking the thick male organ from the tip to where it joined JR’s body. We watched in disbelief as she pulled his sack from under his body and sucked each of his round nuts, one at a time inside, her mouth. Mary Etta was able to capture JR’s complete bag between her lips, and then needed to let the bag of nuts, escape her mouth so she could swallow. JR pushed the teenager onto her back, and was soon sucking and licking her nipples. His thick fingers were teasing the hair between her legs. One of his fingers was nearly the size of some men’s cock. I had felt a couple like that at the Halloween party. Then I felt a moment of fear for our friend Mary Etta, as I saw JR move up over her body, and place his thick manhood at the entrance of her pussycat. I watched the thick head pressing her labia apart, and as JR moved it up and down the hair-lined slit, I saw it starting to attempt to stretch her lips apart and move up into her body. Already the sounds from Mary Etta were matching the slow entrance of the massive cock sliding between her pussycat lips, and into the start of her vaginal canal. "UGH, UGH, UM, OHHH, UGH, GAWD ALMIGHTY!" Mary Etta was crying out as the thick head had slipped past the inner lips of her sex, and was trying to puncture her very sexual core. Howe was holding me around the waist, and his hands were playing with my breasts and then my pussy. at the same time, we were mesmerized from viewing the monster of a cock trying to skewer its way into the tight fitting opening between the teenager’s legs. Then we saw that the long brutal sized cock was halfway up into Mary Etta’s pussycat. In wonder, I watched with the others, as the man worked his cock all the way into her small channel. When JR pulled his cock back out, you could see the labia minora pull out and gripping the thick penis that was then pushed back into the female opening. "UGH! OH GAWD IT IS SO BIG! GAWD IT IS SO FUCKING BIGGGG! OH MY GAWD, I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE! UGHHH!" we all heard as JR was now fucking our friend in earnest. Mary Etta pulled her legs back and laid them wide open in an attempt to ease the fullness of the thick penis that was filling her, then she cried out, "MY GAWD, I’M CU