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(MMF, mf-teens, 1st, huml, voy) *** You could say I was never going to be the pick of the bunch out the other girls in my school. My ginger hair and freckles put off many of the boys from dating with me, my tits never grew much either, not like the other girls. Mine were more like little tennis balls with big pink nipples stuck on top. It used to be more embarrassing in the showers after gym practice. They would make fun of my ginger pubes too, which did little to hide my red petal like labia lips and my clitoris which protruded through its hood like a cigarette nub. I don't know why my parts were different from all the other girls, the only thing I could put it down to was Grandpa's continuously playing with me for three years when I was younger. One day out of the blue two of the most popular girls in my class asked me if I wanted to go to the movies with a crowd of them. I was gratified and eagerly agreed. They set a time to meet for the following Saturday afternoon. That weekend Mum made me put on a pleated checkered skirt (which looked more like a kitchen table cloth) and a silk blouse. I looked a right geek, I looked frumpy and old-fashioned in it, but what could I do? I sat on the movie theater steps for ages waiting for my new found friends to arrive. There were other older pupils from my school sitting about too and when it got dark, a couple of girls came over and asked me what I was doing. I told them I had been stood up by my so called friends. There were six or seven of these older kids, mostly girls with a couple of boys from school. They said I could sit with them if I still wanted to see the movie, so I went in with them. In the foyer I got some popcorn and a milkshake. Bob a senior, smiled at me as I passed him. I smiled back and said hi. He asked if I wanted to sit with him while we watched the movie, I said yes. We sat at the back of the theater, while the others sat a few rows in front us. We talked for a little while before the movie started. He was really interesting, and I enjoyed getting to know him. I felt really grown up and kind of part of their gang. As the lights went down and the movie started, Bob put his arm around me. We settled down to watch the movie with me leaning slightly against Bob. He never moved his arm from around my shoulder. I must admit it distracted me from the movie. I kept sneaking little glances up at him. The film hadn't been on more than ten minutes or so when I almost jumped out of my seat; I felt Bob's hand drop down to my breast and he started stroking my tits threw my blouse. Then he leaned in and kissed me. Dear God did he kiss me! His tongue traced my lips and then teased the corners. When my lips opened to a short gasp, he took advantage and slid his tongue inside my mouth. While he was kissing me, I felt him undo the top two buttons of my blouse his hand snaking in under my blouse and beginning to fondle my tits over my bra. When I showed no sign of resistance he took the hint right away. Bob broke off the kiss and opening some more buttons. Soon he had the blouse open and was feeling my tits through the bra. I giggled and told him it felt nice. Encouraged, he reclined back pulling me over to him and instantly was kissing even more passionately. His hand was groping around my back and sides. He found the clasp and undid my bra, exposing my tits. His breathing became faster. He fondled my little naked boobs and tweaked my nipples while frenching my mouth. I was so turned on that I put my hand down to his crotch and massaged his cock. I had no trouble finding it, it was big and hard. I stroked it gently through his jeans and kept playing with it while he kissed my neck, and worked his way down to my tits, where he licked circles around the nipples. God, I was getting hot! Then, suddenly, he pounced on a nipple with his lips and sucked it. The sensation seemed to shoot right through me to my pussy. I squeezed his cock and he moaned. I had become oblivious to the other people in the theater. I wanted his cock in my hand. I found his zipper and pulled. It wouldn't budge at first, I had to use the other hand to hold it. I pulled his fly open, and reached into his boxers. As my fingers circled his shaft, he sucked in his breath and moaned, and nibbled my nipple urgently. I brought his cock out and stroked it gently in my hand, it was all slick and sticky and hot. "Oh, God, Susan," he moaned. Moving his mouth to my other nipple, he took his hand and started rubbing my mound through my skirt, but after a few rubs, he pulled my skirt up and was rubbing my panties. I made a ring out of my thumb and forefinger, circled the head of his cock, and rubbed the ring up and down just under the head. "Ohh, yesss!'" he hissed, his hand slipped in through the leg of my panties and started rubbing my clit. It felt so wonderful, I forgot about his cock and just held it and squeezed. He kept working my clit very gently. "Oh, Bob, oh, OH! Noooooooo! I'm coming!!" I had to bite on my lip to stop crying out loudly. I came all in a rush, a really good one. My thighs clamped on his hand. He kept flipping my clit gently, I kept coming. It lasted a long time, but finally it was over, and I stopped shaking, but my insides were still twitching. Bob kissed me gently, smiled and pulled my skirt back down. "Whew," he said. "A good one, hunh?" I still was holding his cock, stiff as ever, so I started jacking it, slowly. "Your turn," I said. He lay back and moaned. I sat up a little to get a good look at his cock. It was nice! At least six inches long. I started jack him off faster, all the while he was letting out short gasps. Then suddenly Bob's body tensed. I felt his cock start to pulse, I clamped my fingers around his shaft and stroked up and down faster. He moaned and lifted his butt off the seat as his cock started spurting. He shot and shot, at least six times. Several blasts of his sperm landed all over my blouse sleeve and my wrist. I slowed down my movements and then stopped them entirely as the last of his cum oozed out the tip of his penis. "Oh, god, Susan... oh, that was wonderful!" I let go of his shrinking cock wiping his sperm off my hand on the empty seat next to me. He zipped up his fly, and I fastened my bra and buttoned up my blouse. He stroked my face and hair with his hand and looked into my eyes. I put my arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss. "It's getting late," he whispered. "I wouldn't want your parents to get angry." "Can I see you again?" I asked him. "Yes maybe," he said, then he got up and left the theater. I got up and went to the toilets to clean myself up. I got some tissue and tried to wiped off the sperm from my blouse, when I heard people come through the door. I quickly jumped into a cubical. It was the gang of girls that Bob had been with. I listened to what they were talking about. You can't imagine my horror when I realized it was me they were talking about. Saying things like I was Bob's slut, and calling me a whore. I waited for them to leave, then made my way home, totally humliated. I replayed the incident over and over in my head that night. I realized that Bob had taken advantage of me and saw me as a sexual plaything and nothing else. ** On Monday at school, no-one was trying to hide their sniggers. It was obvious they all knew what had happened. I remained silent, in despair. All I could see were girls and boys smirking at me and giggling at me. This went on for weeks. Several boys, started to badger me for dates and the like, but I had no interest in any of that. I could not face the prospect of someone trying to take advantage of me again and telling everyone at school. Thank god the summer break started then, so I could get away from all the pressures for a couple of months. ** Weeks later it was Mum and Dad's wedding anniversary. They went out for a meal with friends. About 11pm they came home a bit worse for drink. I heard a lot of noise and talking going on so I got out of bed and went downstairs to see what was up. Mum was in the kitchen, while Dad was in the lounge on the sofa laughing and talking to his best friend Joe, whom he had known since their collage days. I had always considered Joe like an uncle but we aren't related. He was divorced and living in a bedsit the other side of town. Mum came in and said, "Sorry we woke you dear," and gave me a kiss. I went to give Dad a kiss goodnight when Joe kind of mumbled, "Where's mine then, little Sue?" I really hated it when he called me that, but I went to him and gave him a hug and a kiss on his cheek and then went back to bed. ** At breakfast the next morning, Dad gave a little speech about how things at work weren't going to well and said Joe was going to move in with us for a while, not only to help him get out of his dingy bedsit but his rent would go a long way in helping us out financially. My bedroom is at the back of the house. Next to mine is the spare bedroom, where Uncle Joe would sleep. One morning I had my shower, listening to the radio back in my bedroom I finished drying myself off, dressed and started about my normal duties helping Mum tidying up around the house. Lounge, kitchen and bedrooms. It was my turn to do the upstairs. I did Mum's room, my own and the bathroom. Next was Uncle Joe's room. Upon opening the door I got the shock of my life. Uncle Joe was still in bed, not asleep, I heard a quick rustling of a magazine as I opened the door. I had a rush of adrenalin, as I realized he had been masturbating! I got very, very embarrassed, blushing blood red in the process. I stood there for a split second, motionless, I couldn't help but look at his big stiff cock. He saw me looking him and smiled at me, like he wanted me to come in. I just turned around and left, shutting the door behind me. After that, anytime I looked at Uncle Joe, he would smile and wink at me, and my face would go as red as a beetroot every time. I went out to ride my bike. I was out a while, but got bored because I had no one to play with and I wanted to see Mum before she left for work, so I returned home. I was dying for a pee so I let myself in the back door and went upstairs to the loo. I left the bathroom and went into the hall at the top of the stairs. The house was completely quiet and as I started down the stairs I heard this muffled moan and grunting that seemed to come from Mum and Dad's room at the end of the hall. I remember thinking to myself, "That's strange. I wonder going on down there?" I went to investigate and noticed that the door to the bedroom was almost closed but not shut tight. I've heard Mum and Dad making love before, but this sounded more like she was being throttled. I reached for the door knob and pushed the door open a bit. I couldn't see the bed through the partially open door because it was behind the door. I could see the bed in the reflection of the large mirror over the dresser that was against the wall on the right side of the bed. What I saw caused me to freeze dead in my tracks. Mum was completely naked and some man was fucking her from behind her. But it wasn't just some man, it was Uncle Joe! With his hard cock stuffed up her. And Dad was kneeling in front of her. I could only assume she was sucking him, while Uncle Joe did her from behind. Mum was moaning and kind of choking at the same time. I was stunned by what I was witnessing and my eyes were frozen on that mirror and I was mesmerized by the sight of my Mum getting screwed by Uncle Joe while she sucked on Dad's cock. My head was full of a jumble of confusing thoughts. I couldn't believe Mum and Dad were letting this happen. I stood there transfixed watching and listening to them grunting and moaning. Dad's face went all red, his eyes shut tight. He let out a big sigh, and I saw an arc of sperm fly up landing in Mum's hair and back. Mum turn her head around, hissing at Joe, "Hurry up and shoot Joe before Susan comes home!" I watched his butt, looking at the way the muscles tightened and relaxed as he repeatedly thrust and withdrew, thrust and withdrew. Uncle Joe was doing it faster now. His buttocks were clenching and relaxing at a much faster rate. I could hear Mum sort of moaning and groaning in time with Uncle Joe's thrusts. It sounded like she really enjoying what she was getting. Uncle Joe had hold of Mum's hips, pulling and pushing. Suddenly Mum began to kind of moan and cry, really loud. I could only guess that she was having an orgasm. Then Uncle Joe shoved forward hard and held tight up against her. His buttocks were clenched tightly, I could hear him gasping and groaning, shooting his stuff up inside of her. I made a quick exit, quietly downstairs. I couldn't believe how exciting it was to watch Mum, Dad and Uncle Joe doing it like that. It even made my panties wet, well saturated really, with juices that had leaked from my pussy. I went back through the house and out the back door and around to the front and rang the door bell. It took and age for some one to answer. It was Uncle Joe, looking all hot and flush. Mum wash in the shower, I bet she needed one. I waited for her to finish and went and chatted to her while she got ready for work. When Mum left for work, I jumped in the shower. I put my pants and long nightdress on. Dad and Uncle Joe where in the kitchen making dinner. I was about halfway down the stairs. "You fucked her good and proper, Joe. I'm surprised the whole street never heard her squeals." I overheard Dad saying to Uncle Joe. I just didn't understand why after fifteen years of being married, Dad was letting Uncle Joe do it to my Mum. Anyway I went and sat at the table waiting for dinner. After that day I regularly heard Mum Dad and Uncle Joe making out together. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 62