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Her Little Sister
By Wood2Chuck (wood2chuck@hotmail.com)

***

Allison with her angelic face, her compact young 
athlete's body, her high, soft breasts, her long, 
luscious legs and a light growth of neatly-trimmed hair 
on her pussy. Her mother longer and leaner, despite her 
more womanly shape, her body also firm and trim, her 
tits small and fine, drooping only slightly despite her 
age. And her glistening bare pussy. She certainly had 
nothing to be ashamed of, sitting beside her naked 
teenage daughter. They were both lovely, and I wondered 
how I got to be so lucky. (MFf-teen, inc, bi, underage, 
mast, oral, anal)

***

How did all this happen, I wondered as I stood there 
with my arms full of naked, squirming, giggling teenage 
girl. After all, it was Donna I was after.

Donna was a college intern at the company where I 
worked. She was tall and slim, with dark hair and eyes. 
Her tits were heavy and a little pendulous, with lots of 
interesting motion when they weren't firmly strapped 
down. But it was her ass that was her best feature; it 
was high and proud and shapely, jutting out aggressively 
from the junction with her thighs in the tight slacks 
she sometimes wore.

Yes, she was very nice to look at, although most people 
would describe her as cute rather than beautiful.

I liked to think that my attraction to her was more than 
physical. It was her attitude toward life that made her 
uniquely captivating. She had a quick intelligence and a 
lively curiosity about just about anything she happened 
to encounter. She was almost bird-like in her quick 
movements and the way she would cock her head to hear 
new information or consider a new concept. I was 
enchanted, and I decided I wanted to know her better, 
even though she was only twenty-one and I was ten years 
older.

This was not entirely without risk. Management frowned 
on employees fraternizing with interns. So for that 
reason and because I felt she deserved the respect, I 
decided on subtlety. I wouldn't actually hit on her; I 
would become her mentor. And, who knows, something more 
might develop.

So I focussed on her, befriended her, tried to show her 
the ropes. And if I managed to touch her arm or her hand 
or her shoulder more often than might seem proper, 
well... I was her friend after all. It was all perfectly 
innocent. And she seemed content to accept it as such. 
She wasn't giving me any encouragement to get more 
personal with her.

And a crisis was approaching. Her internship was coming 
to an end. She was about to graduate from college. That 
meant she would be going out of my life forever unless I 
did something to prevent it.

So I invited her to dinner to celebrate her graduation. 
It took some persuading, but she finally said yes, on 
one condition. We would not consider this a real date, 
just a celebration dinner. She was still determined to 
keep me at a distance.

I was nervous as I rang the bell at her parents' house. 
She was still living at home, but only until she got a 
job that would let her rent a place of her own. That's 
not what I was thinking about, though. I was dreading 
the thought of meeting her parents. What would they 
think about this thirty-something guy picking up their 
baby girl?

Well, I needn't have worried. It was her father who 
answered the door, and he couldn't have been nicer. He 
was a burly kind of guy, but shorter than Donna. He may 
have stood five-foot-six, but just barely. He shook my 
hand and thanked me for all the things I had done for 
his daughter during her internship. He reached up and 
slapped my shoulder and said Donna had told him how nice 
I had been. He seemed totally untroubled that we were 
going out together, confident that his little girl would 
never do anything he didn't approve of.

And then Donna appeared. She looked absolutely stunning. 
She was wearing a little black dress, cut low, but not 
too low, and molding itself to her body from shoulder to 
mid-thigh, somehow accenting her tits and her marvelous 
butt without being in the least vulgar or flashy.

She said, "It's nice to see you, Robert."

I mumbled something, trying to recover from a sudden 
case of dry-mouth.

And then we were out of the house and walking toward my 
car. And as we walked, she took my hand and pressed her 
shoulder to mine.

A good sign, I thought.

This was the first time I could remember when she 
actually initiated physical contact with me. Well, well, 
I thought, this might turn out to be a real date after 
all.

And as I opened the passenger door of my '57 Chevy coupe 
she said, "Nice car!"

Better and better, I thought.

And when I got in on the driver's side, she slid across 
the seat to sit close beside me, ignoring the safety 
belt I had installed when I customized the car. And she 
didn't even seem to mind when my hand brushed her nylon-
clad thigh as I shifted through the floor-mounted 5-
speed gearbox.

Dinner went well. We talked about her future and the 
exciting times that lay ahead. And we talked about what 
she had to do to make the most of that future. And 
that's how I managed to get myself invited to her house 
to help her work up her resume. We agreed on the next 
Saturday afternoon, just over a week away, 

Dinner over, we got back in my car and drove toward her 
house. She was feeling mellow and relaxed after a few 
more glasses of wine than she was used to. I was feeling 
torn between conflicting impulses. I wanted to drive to 
one of those parking spots where dating couples went. 
But I thought that might be pushing it. And, a bit 
despairingly, I thought I might be getting a little too 
old for that sort of behavior. So I drove her home.

When I pulled up in front of her house, I cut the 
engine. There was a little silence. I made no move to 
open my door. She made no move to pull away from my 
side. I looked at her face in the moonlight and said, 
"I'd like to kiss you."

She said, "Okay, but just once. Just this once and no 
more, you promise?"

Desperate for the touch of her lips I agreed. "Just this 
once and no more."

And I kissed her. At first her lips were firm and tight. 
Then they softened; then they parted; then my tongue was 
playing with hers. I heard her sigh and felt her body 
melt against me. I began to get that light-headed rush 
of sensation that gradually shut off all awareness of 
anything but the feel of her lips and the duel of our 
tongues and the pressure of her body and the magical 
intuitive knowledge that her excitement was mounting as 
quickly as mine was.

And then it was over.

Her breathing was ragged and her eyes looked glazed as 
she said, with a hint of uncertainty in her voice, "Just 
this once and no more, right?"

I tried to collect my wits. I had an important choice to 
make and no time at all to think about it. I could be a 
gentleman and honor my word, or I could press my 
advantage in violation of my promise.

She's young, I thought.

She's vulnerable, I thought.

I gave my word, I thought.

And so I straightened up, composed myself as best I 
could with a rigid dick straining against my pants, and 
said, "Right! We agreed!"

Those may have been the hardest words I ever said in all 
my life.

And so I opened the door on my side of the car. And I 
walked around and opened the door on her side of the 
car. And I walked her to her house. And I shook her 
hand. "See you next Saturday," I said.

"Next Saturday," she said.

And then she was gone.

To say that I was distracted during the next week is to 
commit extreme understatement. I was distraught. I was 
conflicted. I was engaged in perpetual internal debate. 
Was I right to stick to my principles, or should I have 
struck while the iron was hot, so to speak? Was I too 
timid? Was I too bold? What would have happened if I had 
just said to hell with it and kissed her again?

And most importantly, would I ever have another chance 
with her?

On Saturday Donna seemed calm, composed, and completely 
oblivious to what had happened between us last Friday. 
She was all business. And when we put our heads together 
over her resume, we were just putting our heads 
together, if you know what I mean. I was in a constant 
state of heightened sensitivity, waiting for something 
to happen. Nothing did.

About mid-afternoon we decided to take a break from our 
work to get a Coke. I followed Donna to the kitchen, 
admiring as always the sway of her glorious ass in the 
tight jeans she was wearing that day. As she opened the 
door to the fridge, her sister Allison came into the 
room.

Allison was younger than Donna, a high-school senior, 
just about to graduate. She had been on the high school 
track team, and she evidently felt strongly about 
keeping in shape even though the track season was over. 
She was dressed in running shoes, nylon shorts and a 
thin T-shirt. A headband was holding back her long, 
honey-blonde hair. She was shorter than her sister but 
not as slim. And while Donna was cute, Allison was 
strikingly beautiful. 

Donna had that wide-eyed eagerness for new experience. 
Allison conveyed the impression that, despite her youth, 
she was worldly-wise. Donna was bright, naive curiosity. 
Allison was languid, smoldering sensuality. She had deep 
gray-blue eyes that could grab and hold you with a 
glance. Her tits were just about perfect, not too large 
but not too small either. 

They might have looked larger if she had been wearing a 
brassiere to push them up and out, but her light T-shirt 
made it obvious that she wasn't wearing anything 
underneath. And her breasts were marvelously soft. How 
do I know? Because as I was standing there in front of 
the fridge watching Donna open the door, Allison leaned 
into me, looking over my shoulder into the frosty 
interior and pressing her yielding tit-flesh into my 
upper arm, the nubbin of a nipple poking into my bare 
skin through the thin cotton fabric of her shirt. 

 It was only a moment, but it was a very long moment. 
And it was clearly deliberate. Before Donna could notice 
anything, Allison straightened up and said, "Well, maybe 
I'll drink a Coke after my run." She looked directly 
into my eyes. I was momentarily paralyzed. "And who are 
you?" she asked playfully.

I just stood there.

Donna said, "Oh, I'm sorry Allison, this is Robert. He's 
a friend of mine."

"Just a friend?" Allison said, and she winked at me.

I still just stood there.

Allison turned away and said, "Gotta go."

My temporary paralysis lifted, and I confess I couldn't 
help turning to watch her walk away, even at the risk of 
offending Donna. Allison had world-class legs, much 
better than her sister's, which were a little bit on the 
skinny side. 

Maybe it was all that running. Or maybe not. Allison's 
legs weren't knotted and obviously muscular. They were 
just long and smooth and firm and, well, superbly 
shapely. And her ass in those tiny running shorts was 
almost as fascinating as Donna's. Not quite, but close. 
And before she left the room she glanced back to catch 
me looking, and she grinned to let me know she caught me 
and it was okay with her.

Donna had turned back to the refrigerator to get our 
soft drinks, so I think she missed it all. At least I 
hoped so. As for me, I was simply stunned. Like I'd been 
slugged hard in the head. I couldn't believe what had 
just happened, yet I knew it had. You know how the 
impact is always greater when you never see it coming? 
Donna's little sister had just delivered a masterful 
combination of punches from out of nowhere. And I was 
totally unprepared for the whirlwind she'd set swirling 
inside me.

Somehow I managed to get back to work with Donna on her 
resume. And slowly I concentrated my full attention on 
the task at hand. I was sitting at the keyboard, and 
Donna was somewhere else in the house looking for 
letters of reference, when I felt a firm, cool pressure 
against my arm. It was Allison. She had just returned 
from her running on this unseasonably chilly late-May 
afternoon, and the pressure on my arm came from her 
naked upper thigh as she stood behind me. I blanked out 
again. Without conscious volition, I felt my hand grope 
behind me to grasp the back of her leg.

"You feel cold," I said. "Maybe you need warming up."

And without thinking I slid my hand up to the hem of her 
shorts and beyond, slipping under the built-in briefs to 
cup the cheek of her ass in my palm. I felt her shiver. 
But she didn't pull back. Instead, I felt her shift her 
position slightly, and then her cunt was pressing 
against me. It was not my imagination. I even felt the 
cleft of her pussy lips through the layers of fabric 
between us.

"I'm all warmed up," she purred, "but there's no place 
to go. Story of my life."

Suddenly aware that her sister or her mother could 
appear in the room at any moment, I removed my hand and 
said, "Maybe later?"

"Later!" she said.

Despite my distracted state, Donna and I did eventually 
manage to complete a satisfactory resume. And as I 
gathered all my materials from the desktop, getting 
ready to leave, I noticed a sealed envelope, completely 
blank on the outside. Hurriedly concealing it among the 
rest of my papers, I told Donna goodbye. She didn't 
offer me a kiss or even a touch, but I almost didn't 
mind. My thoughts were somewhere else. As soon as I got 
to my car I ripped open the mysterious envelope. There 
was a note inside.

"Meet me outside the movie theater in the Galleria at 
eight," it said. Nothing more. But I knew it was from 
Allison.

She knew I would be waiting outside the theater, and I 
was. I almost didn't recognize her. Her long, dark-
blonde hair was bound up in some sort of braid or bun, 
and there were glasses on the bridge of her nose. She 
was wearing a long-sleeved white blouse and a short 
black pleated skirt, with high-heeled shoes and no hose. 

The effect was totally contradictory, and extremely 
erotic. The bound-up hair, the glasses, and the long-
sleeved blouse created a prim-and-proper impression that 
added years to her apparent age. But that short pleated 
skirt, and those luscious, long bare legs, set off 
perfectly by her high-heeled shoes, were blatantly, 
overpoweringly sexy. She looked like Venus imperfectly 
disguised as a schoolteacher.

I saw her before she saw me, and as I struggled to 
control my suddenly pounding heartbeat, she turned and 
smiled. And seeing that smile, I was lost. No resistance 
was possible. Before I could say a word, she was 
pressing herself to me, planting a quick kiss on my 
mouth and saying "I'm glad you came."

Splitting the difference between her proper top half and 
her sexy bottom half, I put my arm around her waist and 
guided her toward the exit from the mall. I felt her 
breast pressed against my arm as we walked, and I was 
not surprised to discover she wasn't wearing a bra 
underneath that crisp white blouse. Not so proper after 
all. I held the door for her on the passenger side, then 
walked around to the driver's side of my classic Chevy. 
As I sat down behind the wheel, she moved over to sit 
close up against me. She was a talented temptress, this 
Allison. As she slid across the seat her short skirt 
somehow rode up even higher on her alluring thighs. She 
didn't bother to pull it down again.

"Let's go to your house," she said.

As I moved the car into traffic I discovered only one of 
my hands was on the wheel, since my other hand had 
somehow found its way to her nearest naked knee. And 
from there up and down her naked thigh, just barely 
grazing the edge of her skirt, which just barely covered 
her cunt. By the time we got to my apartment, her butt 
was twitching against the seat cushion and she was 
breathing just a little more quickly. And I was having 
lots of trouble concentrating on the traffic.

As I turned to lock my apartment door behind us, she was 
unbuttoning the first few buttons on her blouse. Her 
first words to me inside my apartment were, "I need to 
feel your hand against my skin here."

And she pulled open the top of her blouse.

Ever obliging, I slid my hand inside her open blouse and 
felt the yielding, silky softness of her breast 
contrasting with the insistent erectile hardness of her 
nipple.

"Put your hand where you put it this afternoon," she 
said, with a catch in her voice.

Sliding my other hand up under her skirt, I was once 
again surprised at her boldness. She wasn't wearing any 
panties. She quivered in apparent ecstasy as I caressed 
the smooth firmness of her ass.

"The zipper's at the back," she murmured.

The sound of her zipper was extraordinarily loud in my 
quiet apartment as I loosened her skirt and dropped it 
to the floor.

She herself shrugged out of her blouse after unbuttoning 
two final buttons. She loosened her hair and set her 
glasses aside. And when she stood naked in her high 
heels she said, "Now it's your turn!"

I went to work on my shirt as she unbuckled my belt and 
worked on my button-fly Levi's. When my pants dropped to 
my feet and my already rigid prick bobbed into sight she 
said, "My, my... somebody else who doesn't wear any 
underwear."

And as we stood naked facing one another, it just seemed 
natural for me to lift her up off the floor with my arms 
under her shoulders and knees. She giggled and wriggled 
and put her arms around my neck and I thought, without 
realizing I was speaking my thought aloud, "Just how did 
all this happen?"

Suddenly serious, Allison looked up at me and said, 
"Because I wanted all this to happen." She kicked off 
her shoes. "And now I want you to kiss me and carry me 
to your bedroom!"

Her right tit was pressed against my chest as I carried 
her down the hall. Her nipple felt as hard as a ball 
bearing. As I laid her on the bed, she looked up at me 
with a strange, almost pleading expression on her face.

"Am I a naughty girl for stealing my sister's 
boyfriend?" she asked in an exaggerated baby-doll kind 
of voice.

This was not the time to tell her I wasn't exactly her 
sister's boyfriend. This was a time to go with the flow, 
so I gave her the answer she seemed to expect.

"Yes, you are a naughty girl."

A quick intake of breath. "Should I be punished for 
being such a naughty girl?"

There was a hopeful thrill in her voice that told me 
what I should say.

"Yes, I think you should be punished."

"Do you think you should spank my naughty ass?"

She continued to find new ways to shock me. I was 
thinking as fast as I could just to keep up with her.

"Bend over my lap!" I ordered.

She obeyed my order eagerly, and I could feel her pubic 
hair as the very top of her pussy pressed painfully but 
thrillingly against my swollen dick, bent down beneath 
the weight of her.

"Tell me when you think you've been punished enough," I 
said, still just feeling my way through this situation.

"Punish me hard," she panted.

Tentatively I slapped her naked buns.

"Harder!" she gasped.

I slapped her harder, hard enough to leave a red mark on 
one of those glorious globes.

"That's right," she cried, "spank my naughty bottom!"

So I spanked her, again and again, until I lost count of 
the number of blows. I knew I wasn't seriously hurting 
her, but somehow the feel of my palm against her firm, 
hot flesh and the sight of her reddened backside 
jiggling tautly from each of my blows was having a 
surprisingly erotic effect on me. Maybe it was my 
awareness of her reaction. I could feel her pubic hairs 
becoming drenched with her own juices, and I felt a drop 
of clear fluid oozing out of my dickhead in response.

"Tell me I'm a dirty little slut being naked with you!"

"You're naked in my bedroom and I'm slapping your ass, 
you naughty girl!"

"Ahhhh!" she said. "Yessss!"

She was rubbing her cunt against me now, making an 
emphatic grunting noise with every blow I gave her.

"You're shameless," I said. "You started to seduce me 
right under your sister's nose."

"I know! I'm wicked! Spank me! Ahhhh!"

Finally, in response to some inner signal only she could 
understand, she said, "Enough!"

Her entire ass was red and quivering and radiating heat, 
and her pussy had been rubbing back and forth across my 
erection since the first few blows. As she looked up at 
me, I could see that her face and throat were flushed as 
well.

"Now! You have to kiss it and make it feel better," she 
gasped, as she scrambled over onto my bed and lay on her 
stomach.

Still trying to adjust to the rules of this strange 
game, I placed a pillow under her to raise her ass up in 
front of me for my attention.

And then I went to work to comfort her. I couldn't 
imagine what she could be getting out of being spanked, 
but she was obviously highly aroused. The air was heavy 
with the scent of female juices... and male sweat too. I 
started kissing her ass, little wet kisses all over her 
abused buttocks. And I swear she reacted to each and 
every one of them with a sigh, a shiver, a moan or a 
quiver.

This girl has one super-sensitive backside, I thought.

Did I dare?

Why not? This was already so far beyond anything I ever 
imagined. I extended my tongue and, starting at the base 
of her spine, I dragged it down into the crack of her 
ass until it reached the tight little ring of her anus.

"Ohhh!" she said. "Umphhhh! Ahhh! Yes!"

Okay, so she likes it. What next? There was a little 
musky taste around her asshole, but it wasn't bad. 
Actually, I kind of liked it. Experimentally, I ran my 
tongue around the edge of her sphincter a couple of 
times.

"Ohhh! Pu-lease!" she cried.

This wasn't so bad so far, so here we go! Clenching my 
tongue into as rigid a tool as I could, I suddenly 
thrust it all the way into her asshole. She went wild.

"Oh, God! Oh, Robert! Fuck me! Fuck me! I've got to have 
you fuck me!"

Well, with all the attention I had been paying to young 
Allison's pleasure, you might think my own arousal had 
faded. Nothing could be further from the truth. I was 
throbbing like a big bass drum. My dick was harder than 
quickset concrete, redder than the red, red rose. And 
bigger than I could ever remember. There is nothing, 
absolutely nothing, that turns me on more than arousing 
the passion of a beautiful woman. Her passion becomes my 
passion; it's just that simple.

Allison flipped herself over under me, and suddenly I 
was face to fleece with her pussy. Her cunt hair was 
darker than the hair on her head, more brown than 
blonde. A neat little triangle. She must keep it trimmed 
along the edges for her swimsuit. Her outer lips were 
spread; her inner lips were swollen and glistening. Her 
clit was poking pertly through the thicket of her pubic 
hair. Her juices were flowing. I couldn't resist.

Ignoring the insistent demands of my cock and her own 
chants of desire, I buried my face in her pussy. 

"Noooo!" she said, even as her body pulsed against my 
lips and my tongue. "I don't want to come this way! I 
want you inside me!"

And so I pulled my face away, slid my body up against 
hers, and placed my lips, glistening with her own 
juices, against her mouth. Kissing her urgently, I moved 
my pelvis until the head of my dick was pressed against 
her fragrant vulva. She reached down to help me find her 
opening, and suddenly I was inside her.

She was hot and she was moist. She was crying out in her 
passion. I pushed into her a little way and then I 
stopped. Could she still be a virgin? This sultry, 
worldly-wise woman-child? I had never fucked a virgin 
before. I knew what fucking felt like. But this was like 
nothing I had ever felt. There was a tightness, a 
constriction blocking my entry. This was the biggest 
shock of the day.

"Have you ever done this before," I asked.

"Not this, exactly."

"Me neither, exactly. Do you want to go on?"

"Oh, yes!" she gasped.

"I think it might hurt you,"

"I'm ready."

"You're sure?"

"Fuck me!"

So I withdrew almost all the way and then, clenching my 
buttocks for the effort, I thrust with all my might into 
unexplored territory.

"OhhhhAhhh!" she cried in a combination of pain and 
pleasure.

Past the barrier now, I probed slowly further into her, 
allowing her time to recover from the shock and 
accommodate my invading cock. Trying to help her forget 
the pain, I began a gentle, slow, shallow fucking 
motion. Pretty soon her hips picked up the rhythm. And 
her breathing quickened. Her little cries were pure 
pleasure now. Then her head began to jerk from side to 
side and I began to thrust more forcefully. 

Her rhythm began to fall apart. Her hips were spasming, 
her lungs were heaving, her abdomen was rippling, her 
eyes were closed, and then her head was suddenly frozen, 
thrust back against my mattress, her back arched, her 
mouth wide open in what could have been either agony or 
ecstasy.

"Oh," she said, thrusting hard against me one more time. 
"Jesus!" she said. "Fuck! Me! Ohhh! Ahhh! 
AAAAUUUNGHUUUHHHH!"

Somehow she had involved me totally in the intensity of 
her experience. I literally stopped breathing as I felt 
the tumult of her orgasm. A moment?A lifetime? I don't 
know. I just know it was like coming back from some 
distant place when I felt that tingle start down at the 
bottom of my backbone, gather in my balls, and then 
spurt down the length of my dick to flood into Allison's 
most intimate and previously unpenetrated depths.

"Oh! God! Yesss!" I said as I collapsed onto her panting 
body with no strength left in my arms or my legs to 
support me.

She was having trouble breathing beneath the dead weight 
of my limp and exhausted body, so as she recovered 
herself she gave a little nudge and I flopped over on my 
back beside her, my softening dick plopping out of her 
pussy in the process.

After a silence that could have lasted a few seconds or 
forever I heard her voice asking, "Are you still there?"

"I think so," I said.

"Aren't you sure?" she asked.

"I've never felt anything like that in my life," I said, 
"so it could be I've died and gone to heaven."

"Me too," she said.

"Do you hear any harps?" I asked.

"No. Are you supposed to?"

"I don't know. This is as close as I've ever been to 
heaven before."

"Ever before? Really?"

"Yes, really."

"You know this was my first time?"

"This was my first time with someone whose first time... 
you know what I mean."

"Was I really okay? I mean, you've had other women. Did 
I do okay?"

I rolled over on my side, propping myself up on my 
elbow. I looked into her eyes, thinking I could drown in 
there.

Gently brushing damp strands of hair away from her face, 
I leaned over and softly kissed her forehead and then 
her lips.

"You did more than okay," I said, "you were magnificent! 
This whole day! How did you? You seemed so sure of 
yourself every step of the way. And you never did this 
before? Well, I mean obviously... but, you know."

"I know. This was pretty much all new to me. I just got 
tired of being a good girl and decided to see how being 
a bad girl felt."

"All new? What do you mean by all?"

"Well, most of it. Not the kissing. But getting all the 
way naked. Being with a guy who's all the way naked. The 
spanking, oh yeah, the spanking. Your tongue in my ass. 
Talking dirty to a guy. Your mouth on my pussy. Yeah, 
pretty much all of it."

"And no regrets?"

"Lord no! If I'd known how good bad girls can feel, I 
would have been bad a long time ago. How about you? Any 
regrets? I mean, because of Donna and all."

Okay, this was the time. She was being totally, nakedly 
honest with me. It was time for me to come clean.

"Well, about Donna," I said. "She's not exactly my 
girlfriend."

Allison had obviously recovered a good deal of her 
energy. She bounced up and swung one lovely leg over 
mine and sat down on my thighs, just below my cock. 
Leaning forward and resting her tits on my stomach, she 
tilted her head and looked into my eyes and said, "Oh, I 
know that. I read her diary."

My dick, trapped under her abdomen, was showing signs of 
bouncing back as well.

 "You read..."

Allison squirmed forward and kissed my lips. It was what 
I would have to describe as a medium kiss. More than a 
peck. Less than a mind-blower. More like the kind of 
kiss a woman comfortable with a man would give him to 
let him know she knows they're both sexual creatures, 
but that's not what's on her mind just now. In other 
words, a kiss with a very sophisticated message. This 
girl was remarkable.

"Yeah, I found her diary and I read it," she said. 
"That's what bratty little sisters do. That's how I knew 
all about you."

"She wrote about me in her diary?"

"She's totally hot for you, but she's a good girl so she 
doesn't want you to know it."

"That's what she said?"

"Not in so many words, but she wrote a lot about you and 
I could read between the lines. Do you think I would 
come on like that to just any stranger who walked into 
our house?"

"Well no, I... honestly, I didn't know what to think. I 
don't think I stopped to think."

"Hey, I may be bad, but don't ever think I'm stupid. The 
guy she wrote about was a really nice guy, helpful, kind 
and courteous. Obviously stuck on her, but being a 
gentleman about it. What happened on your date last week 
was what made up my mind."

"She wrote about that?"

"Oh yeah! It seems you just about burned a hole in her 
britches. She said she'd never ever been kissed like 
that, not in her whole life. It made her pussy so hot 
that she almost jumped you right there in the car in 
front of our house. But she's still a good girl. Right 
then and there I decided if I'm going to be a bad girl, 
that's who I want to be a bad girl with... a good guy 
who's a dynamite kisser."

And then she leaned forward toward me again, and those 
marvelous breasts were pressed up against me again, and 
her luscious lips were pressed against mine again, and 
this kiss really was a mind-blower. It was the first one 
like that. We had been in too much of a hurry before to 
let the feeling of a long, intimate, deeply felt kiss 
sweep over us and carry us away.

"Wow!" she said.

"Wow!" I agreed.

She rolled off of me onto her back again.

 "Donna was right," she said. "Nobody ever took me there 
before. I really like it."

 "Me too," I said, and I paused to let my mind catch up 
with my emotions. This has already gone too far too 
soon, I thought. Time to cool things down. And so I 
said, "But what about Donna?"

"Huh?"

"What about Donna? An hour ago... a few minutes ago... I 
could have said 'Forget about Donna.' But now I can't. 
She has feelings for me. You said so. So how is Donna 
going to feel about this? About us?"

"Hey, don't ask me! I'm just the kid sister; she's the 
princess in the house. I'm not supposed to take care of 
Donna."

"But you do care, don't you?"

"Huh?"

I can put two and two together sometimes. And sometimes 
I can also sense when the answer is going to be a little 
more complicated than four.

"Why did you want me to spank you?" I asked. "Was it 
just guilt?"

"Oh... that's... that was... ohhh! Don't ask me that, 
okay?"

I do believe she was blushing.

"I am asking you that. Okay, wait a minute. I'm sorry. 
It's just... look, I've never been able to talk with 
anybody like this. It's like with you there aren't any 
rules... no barriers, and no masks. I never imagined it 
could be like this. Please don't freeze up on me now!"

"It's not you, it's me. I don't want to look at that 
part of me right now. I hate to get all embarrassed and 
defensive, but I just can't explain what happened. Don't 
you see, I don't know where that came from, and I'm a 
little scared."

"Scared of yourself?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Maybe scared of who I really am. Or 
what I'm leaving behind." She paused for a moment. Then 
shaking her head as if to dismiss her speculations and 
search once more for the naked truth she said, "When I 
decided I was going to be bad, I decided I would do 
exactly what I wanted to do whenever I wanted to do it. 
Don't think about it. Just wham! It occurs to me and I 
do it. And at that moment I wanted you to spank me, 
simple as that."

"You don't ever have to be scared with me," I said, and 
I reached over to pull her close. "Let's not talk about 
how that spanking made you feel; that's kind of 
uncomfortable territory for me too. For now let's just 
talk about whether you feel like you've betrayed your 
big sister."

She jerked back a little.

"Betrayed?"

"Okay, stole her boyfriend."

"But you said you're not her boyfriend."

"All right, say you grabbed something she wanted before 
she could grab it herself."

"But that's fair, isn't it?"

"Is it?"

"Well sure it is. She had her chance."

"But she was a good girl," I said. "Is that such a 
crime?"

Allison rolled over on top of me again, her warm naked 
body pressing against me, and she kissed me very, very 
deeply. And when it was over she sighed and stroked my 
face and looked into my eyes.

"It's not a crime," she said, "it's a pity."

***

After my little naked teenager kissed my mouth, she 
kissed my dick. I was about three-quarters hard by now, 
rapidly recovering from our frantic lovemaking earlier 
that night. My prick twitched at the touch of her lips 
and grew even harder. Brushing her fingernails lightly 
along the length of it, Allison seemed to be fascinated 
by the sight.

"Is this about... is it like...?"

"Yeah," I said, understanding her unspoken question, 
"it's about average. Just about like anybody else's, 
except most guys don't have a virgin's bloodstains on 
it. Not more than once in a lifetime, anyway."

"And how about you?"

"Once in a lifetime so far," I said.

"Can I put it in my mouth?" she asked, blushing a little 
once more.

"You can do anything you want with it... within reason," 
I answered.

So she hesitantly took the head of my dick between her 
lips and touched it with her tongue. Evidently deciding 
that wasn't so bad (which, given that it must have 
tasted of sweat, sperm, pussy juice and blood, was a 
pretty courageous decision), she went ahead and allowed 
more of my shaft into her mouth, running her tongue up 
and down the underside of it. That pretty much did it 
for me; my recovery was complete. I was rigid and ready 
for action.

If this was her first time, and by her actions it 
appeared that it was, she was certainly willing to 
learn. She had evidently come across the term "sucking 
cock," because that was the next thing she tried. 
Suction was never my favorite kind of stimulation, but 
it sure did get me harder. And then she tried imitating 
a fucking motion using her mouth, bobbing up and down on 
my cock. Now this was definitely turning me on. I was 
letting her control things, and she wasn't taking me 
very deep, but I was definitely feeling better, thank 
you very much.

Wanting to share the pleasure she was giving me, I urged 
her to turn her body around so I could return the favor. 
She didn't understand at first.

"Don't stop, please, you're doing fine," I said, "but 
swing around so your pussy is over my face."

Now she got the idea, and we were positioned for the 
classic sixty-nine. The only disadvantage was that now 
she couldn't conveniently reach the sensitive under side 
of my prick with her tongue any more, but that was 
probably good if I didn't want to come in her mouth. And 
I didn't. I had other plans.

My position, on the other hand, was just perfect for 
titillating her clit.

Now I know a lot of guys would rather get a good blowjob 
than fuck. Just lie back, or whatever, and feel the 
abstract sensations envelop their dick. That's okay, if 
that's what they like. I just find it a little bit odd. 
For me fellatio is simply foreplay. But eating pussy can 
almost become an end in itself. 

It's not logical I know, but I can just get lost in her 
sensations and what her sensations are doing to me and 
what I'm doing to her and my reactions to that and so 
forth. Like I said before, nothing turns me on more than 
turning on a beautiful woman. And sometimes it's nice to 
be able to experience my partner's climax without 
worrying about my own. It's a different kind of sexual 
sensation. Of course it's also nice if we can come 
together at least once before the evening's done. And 
that was my plan for the rest of this evening.

I didn't go to work on Allison's clit right away. I 
started with long, slow strokes of my tongue over her 
whole pussy.

"Ahhh," she moaned the first time she felt my tongue.

Of course to make that sound she had to momentarily stop 
whatever else she was doing with her mouth, but that was 
all right. It was all part of the plan to transfer her 
attention from my sex organ to hers. And as I explored 
her pussy inside and out with my lips and my tongue it 
certainly seemed to be working. Her hips had begun to 
move, and she was gasping for breath around my cock in 
her mouth. 

Now I really began to concentrate on her clit, flicking 
it with my tongue, closing my lips around it, and 
humming to transmit the vibration. That one seemed to 
really get to her. She was thrashing around and had 
totally lost her connection with my prick. Alternating 
contact with her clit with kisses up and down her cunt 
lips and once in a while taking her whole pussy into my 
mouth at once and sucking and tonguing it, I managed to 
bring her to a thunderous climax. 

She was huffing and puffing and moaning and groaning. 
And then everything just stopped. She went rigid. Her 
thighs locked around my face. And then her abdomen 
heaved once, and then again and again. "Unh, unh, unh," 
she said. And she started making this kind of "Eeeeeee" 
sound, and her pussy was almost vibrating it was 
quivering so fast. And finally, after thirty seconds or 
more, she collapsed on top of me. And her legs loosened, 
and I was able to breathe.

Gasping, I rolled out from under her. I wasn't gasping 
any more than she was.

This was going to be the tricky part. Timing was 
everything. I had to give her time to come down gently 
from her second climax, without letting things go so 
long that I lost my throbbing erection. Body contact 
could help. Shifting around so we were hip to hip and 
nearly face to face, I began to stroke her hair, her 
forehead, her temples, her eyelids, which began to 
flutter, then opened. I stroked her cheek and traced her 
lips with my fingers.

"That was..."

"Shhh," I said and stopped her with a kiss. A gentle 
one.

"That was..."

"I know," I said, and I kissed her again.

I felt her lips come alive under mine, and I knew the 
timing was okay.

"Ummmmh," she said languidly, her arms coming up around 
my neck. I could taste the mingled fluids from our sex 
organs, and it wasn't bad. She was right; it wasn't bad. 
If somebody gave you a blind taste test, you probably 
wouldn't pick that particular flavor, but right now, 
right here, it tasted pretty damn good.

She pulled me toward her, and I rolled on top, our lips 
still locked together. Her pelvis began to rock, and her 
breathing changed. She was on the way up again. I was 
still in a pretty high state of arousal myself, and I 
was just about to start trying to get into her pussy 
when she said, "I want to try something different, 
okay?"

"Huh?"

"I want to be on top."

"Your turn," I said, rolling over onto my back.

And then she was lying on top of me, wondering what to 
do next. I saw the look of puzzlement in her eyes.

"Try sitting up straight," I said. "Now back off so you 
can see my dick."

It was still sticking up straight and proud, so that was 
no problem.

"Now raise yourself up on your knees so your pussy is up 
above me. If you need to use your hands to help, do it!"

She knee-walked her way up my thighs and used her hands 
to guide my rigid dick to her pussy.

"Now, do whatever seems comfortable!"

And as she slowly lowered herself onto my cock, her 
whole body trembled. I felt her pussy lips pass the head 
of my dick, the little plop as they closed around my 
shaft, and the slow velvety envelopment as her no-
longer-virgin pussy closed tightly around me. Oh God! I 
thought this was going to be okay. I thought I could 
last long enough this time because I already got my 
rocks off once. But it seemed like I could feel every 
ripple in her cunt walls. She was so tight and so warm! 
Easy, I said to myself, take your mind off it.

So I tried. Not multiplication tables... I wanted to 
enjoy this whole experience, and I had not enjoyed third 
grade. So I tried to shift my attention away from my own 
pleasure to hers. I reached up for her lovely tits. Her 
nipples were outstanding... way outstanding... at least 
a quarter of an inch and probably more. I used a 
feathery touch to just barely brush against them. "Oh! 
Yes!" she said, and she shivered.

 I cupped her breasts in my palms from below, lifting 
them up off her chest, and just tried to concentrate on 
the heft of them, the solidity of her flesh, their 
unique texture that made them Allison's tits and not 
just anybody's. That's it, I thought, let's explore 
Allison. And I made myself concentrate on her... 
eyebrows. She pays some attention to them, I thought. 
They were plucked and shaped and maybe a little 
penciled. Or maybe they were just naturally darker than 
her hair.

"Ahhh." I heard the sound, and then I realized that it 
was me. Uh oh. Allison was still riding me, taking me 
deep inside her and then pulling back so I was just 
barely inside her lips. And it was getting to me.

Her eyes, I thought desperately. And so I looked into 
her eyes, only to find her eyes locked onto mine. Oh, 
no, I thought. This is a big mistake. Looking into those 
magnificent eyes only aroused me more.

They were Allison's own singular beautiful eyes and I 
was looking at her and she was looking at me and I was 
fucking her and she was fucking me and it was a real 
person named Allison and she was gorgeous and she talked 
to me for real and she had eyes that looked into my soul 
and I was looking back again at hers and a wonderful 
tender warmth was taking over my entire body and if I 
didn't do something right away I was going to come 
before she did and I wanted us to come together because 
I really felt... what? And so I said...

"Wait!"

"What?"

"Let me," I said.

And I rolled her over and got on top, somehow never 
losing contact down below.

"Awww!" she said plaintively.

"Trust me," I said.

There's been a lot of bullshit about simultaneous 
orgasms. People say that's an unrealistic expectation. 
People say they're overrated. People say they just don't 
happen. Bullshit! I've always found it hard to manage 
with oral sex. Oral sex works great to bring one person 
or the other over the edge, but not both at once. Maybe 
some people can do it; I can't. And I haven't yet found 
a woman who could control her own responses and sense 
mine well enough to make it happen from a woman-on-top 
position. Maybe it's possible; it's just never happened 
to me.

But let me get on top, where I can control the depth and 
speed and intensity of my penetration, and I can make it 
happen for both of us. Not every time, but more often 
than not. The key, I think, is a kind of simultaneous 
awareness. I know what's going on inside me, and at the 
same time I can somehow feel what's going on inside her. 
Probably it's body language... the sounds and the 
postures and the quivers and shivers and stillnesses and 
silences and tensions and releases. They all make a kind 
of music for me. And I'm the conductor. I know how to 
control the climax.

Or maybe it's some kind of telepathic connection. I 
don't know. I don't spend a lot of time thinking about 
it. All I know is that it's something I can do.

And this time it worked. I fucked and paused and fucked 
and paused to keep myself under control and make the 
experience last for both of us, and I felt her 
excitement ebb and flow and rise and plateau and rise 
again. And somehow aware that with this rise it was time 
for her to go over the top, I let myself go as well. And 
just as her pussy started a series of shivering 
contractions around my dick, my own pulsation arrived.

That description was kind of physical and clinical, 
wasn't it? And that's just wrong. That was just what 
happened to our bodies. But what happened between us 
wasn't only physical. It wasn't even mostly physical. It 
was the completion of a total communication between a 
man and a woman totally lost in each other. And it was 
the best fuck of my life. It was a revelation. It was 
unique in my experience.

Never mind that the woman in question was only eighteen 
years old and very recently a virgin. She was a complete 
woman now. And as she smiled up at me in the tremulous 
aftermath of our mutual orgasm, she looked so content 
and self-satisfied that she almost scared me.

"Mmmmmh, that was sweet," Allison said. "It was 
different than before."

It frightened me to say it, but I said, "Yeah, before 
was pretty much just sex."

She looked at me with those powerful eyes and said, "So 
what was this?"

Now I really was frightened by the honest answer to that 
question. And excited. And defensively hesitant. I was 
afraid to admit to what I felt.

"We got to know each other tonight," I evaded. "At least 
I feel like I got to know you."

"Yes."

"And earlier it was just hormones, all right?"

"Not for me," she objected, and her stubborn honesty 
made me wonder how I could possibly feel defensive. 
Against what?

"I told you," she continued, "I decided I would just act 
on my impulses once a situation got started. But I spent 
a long time thinking about the kind of situation I would 
get myself into."

"You mean...?"

"Oh yes, it was a very pre-meditated fuck. You were 
pretty easy, actually."

"Easy?"

"To seduce. It was just like jujitsu. I used your own 
strength against you."

"Uh..."

"Not following me, are you? I knew from reading Donna's 
diary that you cared about a woman's feelings. That you 
wouldn't force yourself on someone. But if someone 
invited you, I wondered if you could refuse? It wouldn't 
really be gentlemanly, would it now? So I let you know I 
wanted to get fucked, and the rest went pretty much 
according to plan."

"Plus, it was hormones?"

"Yeah, it was hormones too."

"But just now...?"

"I didn't plan for just now," she said seriously.

"What?"

"What happened to me... to us just now wasn't part of 
any plan. I wasn't manipulating anything. I got what I 
wanted the first time. This last time was what I didn't 
know I wanted."

"And what was that?"

 There was that question again, and she apparently 
wasn't any more willing than I had been to answer it.

"Let's talk about Donna," she said.

"About Donna?" Her sudden change of direction had me a 
little dizzy.

"Donna," she said. "You remember Donna?"

"Your sister."

"My sister. Your girlfriend."

"Not my girlfriend, remember?"

"You wanted her?"

"Yes."

"She wants you."

"So you said."

"So she said. Do you still want her?"

Well now! This appears to be crunch time. This whole day 
I have not told Allison a lie. I don't think she's lied 
to me. So maybe there are a few things she doesn't want 
to talk about, but she's been more open with me than any 
other woman... any other person... ever has been.

But Donna! Her bright eyes... her eagerness... her 
enthusiasm... her quivering alertness and awareness of 
life!

"Yes!" I confessed.

Here it comes! I can't tell a little white lie to save 
the best thing that ever happened to me. It's all over!

"You still want her?" Allison's eyes looked steely gray 
as they challenged me to look straight at her.

"Yes, I still want her." I struggled to hold her gaze.

I don't know how to describe it. There's no physical 
explanation. But Allison's eyes changed as I watched 
them. They softened, actually changed color, and then 
they were twinkling with mischief.

"Let's go get her then," she said.

Stunned again, I simply looked at her.

"Don't look at me like that. It's simple. She wants you. 
You want her. We just have to make it possible."

"But you and me," I said. "That's something special."

"Special!" she said. "Yeah, I think that's right. But 
you think there's something special between you and 
Donna too, don't you?"

"I wanted to think so."

"So why not make it so?"

"You're important to me now. I don't want to lose you."

"You think I'll get lost so easily? Not even!"

"You're not jealous?" I asked.

"Let me worry about that," she said.

"So what can we do?" I asked.

"I'll have to have some time to think about that. Right 
now I ought to get home; I'm not supposed to be out late 
even on Saturday night."

"Can I see you tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow we're all supposed to spend the day with 
Grandma. Can you get some time off on Monday?"

"I'll try. Where should I meet you?"

"Why not at my house? What could seem more innocent? 
I've got a summer job interview at ten; meet me at 
eleven Monday morning. We can talk. I'll say I've asked 
you for employment advice. Nobody will question it. 
You're my sister's friend, after all."

"And Donna?"

"Donna?" she said. "Donna's gonna be a bad girl!"

***

Monday morning Allison's mother answered the door, and I 
just stared. I had met Mrs. Price a week ago, but a week 
ago Mrs. Price hadn't been wearing a little black 
bikini. She was taller than Allison and shorter than 
Donna. She had light brown hair streaked with brightness 
that could have come from the sun or a clever 
hairdresser. Her eyes were hazel, and there were tiny 
crow's feet at the corners. 

Her face was smooth and her skin was clear and tan. No 
makeup. Her tits were smaller than either of her 
daughters'... a B-cup I would guess. Her belly was flat, 
with just a little roundness starting below the navel. 
Her long-muscled legs were just on the lean side of 
voluptuous. She had painted toenails.

"Uh, Mrs. Price," I said, realizing I had been staring 
for what seemed like a long, long time.

"Debbi," she said with a dazzling smile that said she 
enjoyed being appreciated. "Come in, Robert. Allison's 
going to be late. She just called and said the interview 
was good and now she's supposed to meet the boss. That 
will probably take at least another hour."

"Uh, okay."

"I was just about to go out on the deck to get some sun. 
Would you like to grab something to drink and join me?"

"Uh, okay."

Her ass was wide and womanly, but still high and 
shapely. Her cheeks spilled out of the sides of her 
bikini bottom, suggesting that she bought the suit so 
the top would fit, and the bottom wasn't quite up to its 
job. No ripples, no dimples marred the silky surface 
exposed by the bottom of that tiny swimsuit. A taut, 
enticing little wobble as she walked. Fascinating!

Following her to the kitchen I was thinking, Mrs. 
Price... Debbi... is a babe!

"I'm drinking wine; would you like some?"

"No, thank you," I said. "A Coke is fine for me."

She pulled the tab on a can of Coke, then filled her 
glass from a half-empty bottle of Chablis.

I felt awkward for a while, talking with Debbi on the 
deck beside the pool. Somehow I felt like a kid again. 
Maybe it was because this was the mother of the girl I 
had just fucked a couple of days ago. But it didn't take 
long for me to feel more comfortable. Debbi had some of 
her older daughter's quick liveliness and some of her 
younger daughter's earthy sensuality. It was a potent 
combination. 

All in all, it gave her a vibrant, youthful manner to go 
along with the youthful body her tiny swimsuit revealed. 
We were sitting in the shade in a couple of sling chairs 
with a table between us. Over near the pool, out in the 
sun, there was a mat with a towel spread over it and a 
bottle of tanning oil beside it. Debbi finished her wine 
and said, "I hate to see such a nice, sunny day go past 
without taking advantage of it. Would you mind helping 
me?"

"Sure," I said, not really sure at all what she meant.

She got up and walked over to the mat by the pool. I 
watched the wobble and felt my dick twitch in my pants.

She lay down on her stomach; then she untied the bikini 
straps across her back and around her neck. Setting them 
aside, she looked over her bare shoulder at me and said, 
"I have trouble getting the oil on evenly all over my 
back. Can you...?"

"Oh, sure," I said, hoping there wasn't too big a bulge 
in my jeans as I got up from the chair. There had been 
another sizable twitch as I pictured my hands roaming 
over all that exposed skin. Was this an innocent 
request, or was there something else going on here? 
Surely not! I guess I was about to find out.

"The oil is over there." She rolled slightly over on her 
side as she gestured toward the bottle of tanning oil, 
and I caught a partial profile of her breast. I knew 
where the oil was, and I thought she should have known I 
knew.

I knelt down beside her and began spreading the oil over 
her shoulders. Her skin was warm in the sunshine, and 
the oil flowed easily beneath my palms. I kneaded her 
firm muscles as I spread the oil, and I thought I heard 
her sigh a little. Getting bolder, I said, "It'll be 
easier to get on evenly if I... if I kind of straddle 
you so I'm right over your back."

She didn't answer, so after a moment I swung my leg 
across her thighs and knelt over her, just below her 
lovely butt. I wasn't touching her below the waist, but 
my dick could feel the heat rising from her skin even 
through the fabric of my Levi's. And my dick was 
responding. 

My hands were moving down onto her back now, and as they 
moved to the outside of her body, I wondered how close I 
should come to the sides of her breasts. Well, I 
thought, any skin I could touch the sun could touch too, 
so I spread the oil everywhere I could reach. 

The first time my fingers gently brushed against what 
was obviously boob instead of back, I felt her flinch a 
little. But she didn't say anything. So I continued, 
working the oil thoroughly into her skin. I was down to 
the slimness of her waist now, then down to the base of 
her spine, and there was the top of her bikini bottom. 
She seemed almost to be dozing in the sun, her bare back 
glistening with the fresh coating of oil.

I decided to start from the other end and work my way 
back up, so I moved down to her feet, with their pretty 
painted toes. I rested her foot on my thigh and took 
those toes in my hands, massaging them with my fingers 
as I rubbed them with oil. I pressed my thumbs into the 
ball of her foot, working on the muscles there. She had 
small, delicate, high-arched feet, and the skin inside 
the arch was thin and supple. My dick was getting 
uncomfortable in my pants.

I did the other foot, and then her calves, feeling the 
way the skin covered the firm muscles so tightly. There 
wasn't much fat on this woman.

 And then I was at the top of her thighs, and the only 
unprotected skin left was on the cheeks of her ass. 
Somehow as I worked my way up her body, I had drawn 
closer and closer to her, until now my thighs were 
touching her upper legs and by butt was resting lightly 
just above her knees. She still seemed oblivious to 
everything I was doing, her eyes closed, her breathing 
deep and regular. Coating my palm with oil, I gently 
stroked upward from her thigh and onto her partially 
exposed ass. And I felt her shiver.

I knew that shiver! And I felt a thrill right down at 
the bottom of my balls, as I knew what she wanted me to 
do now. With one hand I gently pulled the fabric of her 
bikini away from her skin. And I moved the other hand 
slowly but firmly up under the cloth and pressed it 
against her pale bare flesh. And I felt her muscles 
begin to move beneath my palm. She was grinding her 
pussy against the mat below her. She still hadn't opened 
her eyes or made a sound, but as I slowly slid my hand 
out from under her bikini, I thought I heard a faint 
groan of protest.

Little did she know, I thought. Hooking my fingers in 
the top of her brief bikini bottom, I pressed my lips 
against her back, just above the cloth-covered cleft of 
her ass. Feeling no resistance, I began peeling the 
bikini off of her bottom, following just behind the 
retreating fabric with my kisses. She lifted her hips a 
little to help me, but as soon as the fabric had cleared 
her pussy, she was pushing her now-naked cunt into the 
towel again. 

After a few final kisses right at the creases where her 
ass met her thighs, I pulled her garment all the way 
down her long, slender legs and threw it aside. Coating 
my hands again with oil, I began to massage the 
gleaming-white globes of her ass. Then I drew an oil-
coated finger down the cleft to rest on the wrinkled 
rosebud of her anus. Her breathing had become noisy now, 
and as I applied a gentle pressure against her asshole, 
she could not stop the moan that escaped her lips. 
Slowly her sphincter muscles relaxed, and the tip of my 
finger was inside her. 

More pressure and the oil-coated digit was fully 
enveloped up to the last knuckle, lubricating her as it 
entered her completely. She was gasping now, and she 
lifted her hips up off the towel she was lying on. I 
slid my other hand between her thighs to find her pussy. 
My fingers found it hot and juicy and entirely hairless. 
You can't say this family isn't full of surprises, I 
thought.

I slid my middle finger into her cunt and found her clit 
with my thumb. Stroking that straining nubbin softly, I 
wiggled the finger I had in her pussy and also the one 
in her ass. Now she cried out, and I discovered that my 
two fingers could feel their opposite motions inside 
her.

"Your dick!" She had trouble speaking with all the 
gasping and groaning and grunting going on now.

"What?" I wasn't sure I heard her right. I was pretty 
excited myself.

"Your dick... in me!" 

"Turn over," I said, pulling my hands away.

"In my ASS!" she cried. And she pulled her knees up and 
her elbows in and lifted her ass into the air.

"HURRY!" she shouted, heedless of any neighbors who 
might have been listening on the other side of the 
fence.

Quickly stripping out of my shirt and jeans, I coated my 
prick with tanning oil, put the head of my dick at the 
entrance to her asshole, and pushed. As I increased the 
pressure, I felt a sudden yielding, and my dickhead 
popped inside.

"Yesss!" she cried, and I could feel her sphincter 
clutching me just below the ridge at the top of my 
shaft. Slowly I pushed my lubricated dick forward in her 
lubricated tunnel until my balls were resting just 
behind her pussy. And I felt her fingers brush against 
me as she reached down and began frantically stimulating 
herself. She was holding herself up on one elbow now and 
her small, firm breasts were hanging free just above the 
towel. I reached out and my hands found her turgid 
nipples. 

I began to hump her ass and she began to moan and that's 
when we heard the voice.

"Robert! I can't believe you're fucking my mother in the 
ass."

I froze, and my dick began to wither. Debbi gasped in 
shock this time, not in passion.

"Is it fun?" the voice asked.

"Allison!" I cried.

"Butt-fucking sure looks like fun. Mother, is it fun?"

"Allison, you know you aren't supposed to talk like 
that," Debbi said with an attempt at indignation. Maybe 
some people can carry off righteous indignation with a 
softening cock in their butt, I don't know. But it 
wasn't working for Debbi. Her face was flaming with 
shame at one end, and at the other end her ass was still 
squirming against me in arousal.

"I'd like to watch Robert humping your ass. Would you 
like that, Robert?"

Allison walked up behind me and cupped my balls in her 
hand, squeezing them gently.

"Mmmmph," I moaned.

"Oh I'm sorry, did I hurt your balls?" And she began to 
run her fingertips lightly all over my scrotum. My dick 
was getting hard again inside Debbi's asshole.

"Allison, what are you doing?" her mother cried.

"I'm stroking Robert's balls, Mother, can you feel it?" 
And Allison moved her hand forward to touch her mother. 
"Why Mother, it feels like you've shaved your pussy!"

"Allison... unhh... unhh... what... are you... doing!"

"Now I'm playing with your pussy, just like you were 
doing when I first saw you. Does it feel good?"

Debbi was squirming hard now, panting in her passion. I 
put my hands on her hips and began moving in and out of 
her ass again. It was too much for Debbi.

"Oh, yessss!" she cried out in complete capitulation. 
"Do me... do me, honey... do your mommy!"

I could feel Allison's cool arm against my balls as she 
reached beneath me to finger her mother's pussy. And 
then she leaned those wonderful soft breasts against my 
back. She kissed the nape of my neck and then she took 
the lobe of my ear in her teeth and flicked it with her 
tongue. And all the time her body was rocking back and 
forth with me in time to my butt-fucking rhythm.

"I hope this isn't like just too totally kinky for you," 
she murmured, and then she thrust her tongue into my 
ear.

"Ahhh!" I said, pumping away even harder.

Debbi wasn't silent all this time either. She was 
moaning and groaning and gasping with pleasure.

And then I felt the pressure of Allison's tits lift off 
my back. What? I wondered. But then I understood, as her 
blonde head slipped between my thighs and she slid on 
her back up underneath her mother's cunt.

"Oh, noooo... Honey no... No you... can't, you... you... 
you... unhh... UNHHHH... YESSS!" And Debbi screamed in 
surrender to a tumultuous orgasm with her daughter's 
mouth clamped to her pussy and her daughter's tongue 
teasing her clit.

It was too much for me, and I came too, shooting spurt 
after spurt of sperm into Debbi's ass.

Debbi collapsed onto Allison and I collapsed onto Debbi, 
and then there was a muffled "Hey!" from the bottom of 
the pile. So I rolled off of Debbi and Debbi rolled off 
of Allison and there we were... two naked bodies with a 
fully clothed teenager between us.

Nobody said a word as the three of us caught our breath.

Then Allison sat up. Wiping her mouth with the back of 
her hand, she sniffed at her mother's juices.

"I meant to tell you, Mommy, I'm a bad girl now. But I 
never dreamed that you might be a bad girl too."

"I know I should feel ashamed for what I did but I 
don't," Debbi said. She was almost glowing. "I feel bad 
and I feel great! But you, Allison. What can I say to 
you?"

"Say I helped make you feel good. That's all I wanted to 
do. Robert taught me what wonderful things his lips and 
tongue could do to me, and I just wondered what it would 
feel like to do it to someone else. You looked like you 
could use some help, so..."

"You and Robert?"

"Yes, we had sex Saturday night. It wasn't Robert's 
fault. I started it. But we finished it together."

"Whew, this is a lot for me to adjust to all at once," 
Debbi said. I don't know what's happened to me all of a 
sudden."

"I know, me too. Can I ask you something Mom?"

"What, honey?"

"When did you shave your pussy?"

"That? Oh that was this morning. I was just shaving for 
my bikini and then I shaved off a little more and a 
little more, and I just got so horny, and I was drinking 
wine, and then Robert... and then..."

"I think that's just about where I came in," Allison 
said. "Look, would anybody mind? I mean, my clothes got 
kind of rumpled, and I'm the only one wearing anything." 
She looked questioningly at me and then at her mother.

"Mind if you..." Debbi looked her daughter up and 
down."Well I..." She looked down at her own naked body. 
"Well I guess..."

"Good. I'll be a lot more comfortable." And Allison 
began stripping off her clothes.

And pretty soon I was sitting there with two naked 
women. I couldn't help making comparisons. Allison with 
her angelic face, her compact young athlete's body, her 
high, soft breasts, her long, luscious legs and a light 
growth of neatly-trimmed hair on her pussy. Her mother 
longer and leaner, despite her more womanly shape, her 
body also firm and trim, her tits small and fine, 
drooping only slightly despite her age. And her 
glistening bare pussy. She certainly had nothing to be 
ashamed of, sitting beside her naked teenage daughter. 
They were both lovely, and I wondered how I got to be so 
lucky.

My dick was starting to show its appreciation, but I 
don't think Allison or Debbi noticed. They were looking 
at one another with curiosity and wonder. This had to be 
a very strange experience for them. For the present, I 
was just a forgotten bystander.

Debbi reached out and touched her daughter's face. She 
ran the back of her fingers lightly down Allison's chest 
and across one marvelous tit. "When did you get to be so 
beautiful?" she asked. "You've turned into a real 
woman."

"It's fairly recent, but yeah, I'm a real woman now. And 
you! I never knew you... you know."

"I never did... before."

"And wow! Taking it in your ass!"

"Well Eugene has a vasectomy and I'm not on the pill and 
it felt really different when it was my own idea."

I had the feeling it was a bit too much for Allison to 
take in all at once, but I heard everything Debbi said. 
A hazy picture was beginning to take shape in my mind.

Allison concentrated on the part she did understand. 
"Mo-om! You made me and Donna get on the pill even when 
we told you we weren't doing anything."

"And I was right, too, wasn't I?"

Allison dropped her eyes. "Yeah, I guess so. At least 
about me. But I think Donna's still trying to be Daddy's 
good little girl." She gave a wicked giggle and looked 
up at Debbi again. "But Daddy's in New Delhi for two 
weeks, and Donna has no idea what she's missing, does 
she?"

Debbi and Allison exchanged a meaningful look, woman to 
woman.

"What a coincidence," I said. "I just started a two-week 
vacation." I had it coming. I could start it whenever I 
wanted.

That got their attention back to me all right.

"Hmm," Debbi said speculatively, reaching out to touch 
my growing prick.

"Hey wait a minute," Allison cried. "Don't I get a 
turn?"

"Of course you do," I said, and I turned to kiss her, 
trying to ignore her mother's presence. It was an 
awkward kiss, a little tentative, as if it were okay for 
Debbi to know I had sex with her daughter but not okay 
to know the tenderness I felt for Allison. It occurred 
to me that I had not kissed Debbi on the lips, and there 
wasn't much that was tender in what we had done with 
each other.

Allison was looking at me with a pout of disappointment 
on her face. "You know we can do better than that," she 
said.

So I tried again and it was much better. Much, much 
better. I lost myself in the experience, and I was 
moaning into her mouth and stroking her hair and her 
cheek. And she was right there with me, crushing her 
breasts against my chest, softly quivering under my lips 
and my touch, and when it was over she clung to me, her 
breaths coming almost like sobs.

When I finally noticed Debbi again she was just staring 
at us. Her mouth was hanging open and there was a look 
of almost desperate hunger in her eyes. "Do you think 
you could do that for me?" she asked.

"I honestly don't know," I said, "but I'm willing to 
try."

I turned to her and with a sudden lunge she pressed her 
lips savagely against mine. I could feel the want, the 
need in her touch, and it burned me like fire. Her lips 
writhed against me, and so did her body. "Nnhhhh," she 
held a single note, nasal and keening high.

And then her tongue jammed its way between my lips to 
collide against my teeth, giving me no time to open and 
accept it. She swept it back and forth between my upper 
lip and my teeth, and then I let it inside to wrestle 
with mine. Her fingernails were digging into my back, 
and her hips were bucking. "Unh, unh, unh," she cried.

It was as intense in its way as any kiss I ever 
experienced, but it was all right there, right now, 
totally physically involving but lacking any true 
communion of spirit. It had my pulse racing, my temples 
throbbing, and my dick rigid and thrusting up between 
us. And I could only take it for so long. I came up for 
air.

"You don't know how I needed that," she gasped. And then 
she looked into my eyes. "It wasn't there, was it? It 
wasn't the same."

"That was something else," I said. "Wow! Really wow!"

"So we can work with that?" she said hopefully.

"Oh, yeah!"

And she was on me again, kissing my lips, my chest, my 
navel, my dick, and then enveloping it with her mouth. 
Reaching out for Allison, I pulled her lips to mine. I 
was a little distracted at first, but then the magical 
connection between us took over most of my 
concentration. I was aware of Debbi's delightful 
blowjob, but at a distance, in the background. 

In the foreground were Allison's wonderful lips and her 
velvety tits against my side. It felt like every pore of 
my skin was straining to absorb her. My dick was 
throbbing and I really didn't know which to credit, the 
daughter's passionate kiss on my lips or the mother's 
talented mouth on my cock. But I was getting an idea.

I should probably stop to admit right now that this was 
my first time with two women. It seemed like there were 
tits and asses and mouths and pussies everywhere, and I 
was almost at a loss as to how to handle it all. But I 
was beginning to see one real advantage in the 
situation. If I needed a distraction to keep me from 
getting too excited at the bottom end, what better 
distraction than another beautiful woman demanding my 
attention at the top end?

"I want your pussy," I said to Allison.

"Oh yes," she said, and swinging one leg over my body, 
she hunched her cunt up against my face. She was facing 
me, so I was able to bury my mouth in her pussy and at 
the same time look up to see her wonderful tits swaying 
and her long hair flying as her body writhed in response 
to my lips and tongue. 

I kept concentrating on every fold and furrow of her 
cunt until her juices coated my lower face and mixed 
with my own saliva and began to run down the sides of my 
neck. She was making noises now indicating she was fully 
aroused. "Trade!" I cried.

"Huh?" Allison grunted, and Debbi raised her head from 
my dick.

"Debbi, come sit on my face," I directed, "and Allison, 
sit on my prick!"

I knew that Allison had been disappointed when she 
hadn't been able to ride me to a climax two days ago, 
and I hoped I had found a way to make that up to her. 
With her mother's pussy to distract me, she should be 
able to ride me to her heart's and her cunt's content.

Debbi chose to straddle me facing her daughter, and so 
she watched as Allison slowly lowered herself onto my 
cock. Despite her evident arousal, Allison was really 
taking her time. I thought I knew her now, and I felt 
she was concentrated on fully savoring the sensation, 
not just waiting for her tight teenaged cunt to adjust 
to my size.

Debbi was wet, whether from our earlier kiss or from her 
own response to stimulating my cock I didn't know. I ran 
my tongue up her slit to flick against her clit, and she 
moaned. Broadening my tongue, I licked long, wide 
strokes up her smooth, bare pussy for a while, then 
burrowed into her vagina as far as my tongue could 
reach. 

She started really humping against my face, and it was 
getting tough to keep my tongue where I wanted it. I was 
stabbing out at her clit now, firing at a moving target. 
Sometimes I hit it and sometimes I didn't. Every hit 
drew a gasp or a cry, and even when I missed it seemed 
to feed her passion.

Allison had started out with long, slow strokes, rising 
and falling and rising again in a languid rhythm on my 
cock. I was amazed at her control. I couldn't see her of 
course, but I imagined her eyes closed, her expression 
rapt, her perfect face at peace. But as her arousal 
built at her own chosen pace, her movement quickened. 
Her strokes were faster and harder, and I could feel a 
little forward lean and twist every time she hit bottom 
and pulled the base of my cock against her clit. For 
sure it wasn't experience; the girl was a natural. She 
must have just been concentrating fully every single 
moment on what she was feeling, and feeling how to make 
it better. I already knew she had the ability to make 
every moment an eternity; she was using that now to 
blaze a long, slow path to ecstasy.

Debbi was thrashing and gasping and moaning above me, 
her juices flooding me... and then she froze, her thighs 
clamped against my ears and her pussy jammed against my 
face.

"Oh god! Oh... oh... ahhhhhhh!" And with a long, slowly 
subsiding cry she collapsed away from my face.

"So good, so good, so good," she murmured.

And I was able to look up at Allison. Just as I did she 
opened her eyes to look at me. For a moment she paused, 
and the look in her eyes was like... determination. Then 
she was riding me hard again. Her rhythm was fierce, her 
mouth was open, and she was gasping for breath. Her 
lovely features were distorted, her nostrils flared, her 
cheeks creased, and the veins of her neck standing out. 
Her face and throat and chest were glowing red. But her 
eyes were cool and bottomless pools, calm and soothing 
and arousing. 

They brought a sudden clarity and intensity to my own 
perceptions, and that meant the feeling in my dick as 
well. I felt a twitch and a preparatory sensation back 
up behind my balls. Allison looked deep into my eyes 
and... she... stopped. Still gasping, she was poised 
with my dickhead just inside her inner lips. And she 
smiled a mysterious smile. After a series of minor 
pulsations, my dick was still again. And Allison slowly 
lowered herself until our pubic bones met. She leaned 
far forward, pressing her breasts against me. I raised 
my head for her and she kissed me. It was a messy kiss. 
But it was heavenly.

"I-I..." Allison paused and caught her breath. "I never 
felt like this before," she said simply.

"Yes," I said.

"I think I'm in... "

"Yes," I said, and I lifted my hips up into her.

"Oh, yes," she said. My hips subsided and hers lifted 
and we were back into a rhythm that seemed to suit us 
both. I could feel my excitement rising, my balls 
pounding toward eruption, and there wasn't a thing I 
could do about it. 

Allison was in control. But we were still looking deep 
into each other's eyes, and somehow Allison knew each 
time I approached a climax, and she was able to slow 
just enough to prolong our pleasure. I don't know how 
long this went on, until finally I wasn't able to hold 
on any longer. And just as I felt myself surging out of 
control I felt Allison's body spasm once... twice... 
three times as she pushed me deep inside her.

Then I felt my cum surge into her cunt and her cunt 
quiver around my cock and I cried out and she cried out 
and my arms were around her back and her arms were 
grasping my shoulders and her lips were soft against my 
sweaty neck and my lips were soft against her damp and 
fragrant hair and we were both so full of feeling that 
the world went away.

You hear people talk about "timeless moments." I wonder 
if they really know what they're talking about. I know I 
have absolutely no idea how long Allison and I clung to 
each other. I know that as my awareness of the world 
slowly returned, it was the contact between her body and 
mine that first penetrated my consciousness. All that 
bare skin touching. The millions of surface neurons that 
were stimulated. The smells. The tiny frictions as we 
drew our separate breaths. 

The weight of her. My dick slowly withdrawing from her 
as detumescence and gravity took hold. But most of all 
the warm, astonishing rightness of feeling this 
individual woman in my arms. Beyond question I had 
something of priceless value in my hands right now, and 
I was suddenly afraid that I was just stupid enough to 
fumble it away. My whole lifetime could be balanced on 
this one moment. And as my awareness expanded to include 
Debbi's face looking down on us as we embraced I 
thought, balances just don't get any more precarious 
than this.

I might need a miracle.

"Hi," Debbi said, sitting back on her heels beside us. 
"You went away for a while."

"Hi," I said, ducking her gaze. But then I thought 
better of it. This wasn't a situation I could duck out 
of.

Allison opened her eyes and looked first at me. "Hi," 
she said softly, with a smile that had a little pride in 
it... and a lot of something else. Then she rolled over 
on her back. "Hi, Mom."

Mother and daughter regarded each other calmly. There 
was no conflict in their eyes, no challenge. Rather, I 
thought I saw an earnest and honest effort to understand 
one another, not as parent and child, but as two grown 
women who shared a deep and unbreakable bond and were 
getting to know each other all over again. 

"You two seem to have found something special," Debbi 
said.

I looked at Allison and I knew that it was true. But it 
was something that Allison and I needed to talk to each 
other about before discussing it with anyone else. Talk 
about calmly, with all our clothes on. At the height of 
her passion, Allison had almost blurted out something 
that in a calmer mood she might not be quite ready to 
say. This feeling between us was still so new, so 
sudden. 

Allison seemed to be thinking something similar, because 
she just looked at me in silence and smiled. She reached 
out and touched my hand. With all our flesh exposed to 
one another, her choices were unlimited. So her modest 
gesture seemed to urge mutual restraint, at least for 
now.

Since she had pretty clearly forfeited the right to 
disapprove of our behavior, Debbi had apparently decided 
to give us her blessing and support. And recognize that 
her daughter had first claim on my devotion. She might 
even have been catching on faster than I was.

"I know I've found something today," she said. "I've 
discovered me."

"What do you mean?" Allison asked.

"I've discovered I'm more than I knew I was. I haven't 
really changed. I'm still what I was before. But there's 
so much more that I didn't know was there in me. I mean, 
Robert, I truly didn't know I could do what I did to 
you. You really didn't have a chance, did you? Did you?"

"Well," I said, "I'm not very good at resisting a 
beautiful, sexy woman who lets me know she wants me." I 
glanced at Allison. "I'm sorry," I said.

"Hey, that's how I got you to notice me, isn't it?"

"Well, yes," I said.

"But it's different," Debbi said, completing my 
sentence. "It felt different. It's been a long time 
since it mattered, but I do know the difference between 
sex and..." she paused, looking at Allison and me, 
respecting our verbal reticence with each other. 
"Whatever," she said.

She started again. "Robert, you... you just said you 
aren't good at resisting... well..." Debbi blushed and 
took a deep breath. "I just didn't know I was that kind 
of woman. I've been letting someone else decide who 'me' 
is. But I'm not like that! There's more to me than that! 
And he'd better be able to see that or..."

"Mom," Allison said softly.

Debbi gathered herself. "Sorry, sweetheart," she said.

"You've got a lot of stuff to work out, Mom. Are you 
okay?"

I was looking on in awe. Where did she get this? 
Eighteen years old and such maturity. After all that had 
happened in her life in the past three days, she had all 
that under control and was able to comfort her mother. 
What kind of incredible woman was I getting involved 
with?

Debbi was obviously adjusting things deep inside 
herself. "I'm okay for now, thanks honey. You're right, 
I'm getting ahead of myself. I'll have to talk to 
Eugene." And then her attention shifted to us. "But what 
are you going to tell Donna? I mean, I thought... we all 
thought... I think Donna thought..."

"Donna took way too much for granted," Allison said. 
"And now I think I need to tell her everything." 
Noticing her mother's reaction, she said, "Oh no, I 
don't mean everything about all of us, at least not yet. 
But everything about me and Robert. Everything she'll 
sit still to listen to."

"But why?" Debbi asked. "Are you trying to hurt your 
sister?""

"Oh no," Allison replied, "I'm trying to help her. I 
think she needs to know what she's missing before she 
can miss it enough to change."

"Maybe she doesn't want to change," Debbi said.

"Oh, she wants to change, all right. I just need to give 
her the proper motivation."

And so the game began.

"Robert has already agreed, and Mom, you're going to 
have to help too," Allison said. "You're going to have 
to not notice a few things when things start to happen. 
And Robert, you're going to have to notice, but not too 
much. At least not at first. I don't know for sure 
what's going to happen. I think she's going to come 
after you. I need you to encourage her by nibbling at 
the lure instead of biting. Do you think you can manage 
that?"

I couldn't believe this woman. She was sitting naked 
between her naked mother and her naked lover... 
conquest... whatever, plotting my seduction of her 
sister. And knowing I had swallowed this little virgin's 
bait hook, line and sinker, she was telling me that 
Donna would require a different approach.

She looked into my eyes. "When I seduced you... yes, 
Mom, I did... I had already decided I wanted to be bad 
and it was only a matter of getting your cooperation. 
Like I told you, it was easy. Now Donna still wants to 
be a good girl. She also wants you. But if she's going 
to enjoy it, first she has to decide she'll be a bad 
girl to get you. You seduce her by letting her seduce 
you. But make her overcome some resistance. Make her be 
blatant."

"Allison, do you think Donna will do that?" Debbi asked. 
"What kind of girl do you think she is?"

Reaching across me to touch her mother with a gentle 
caress, Allison said, "What kind of woman did you think 
you were? Donna's just like us. She just doesn't know it 
yet."

And so we began to plot how to teach her. Allison would 
talk to her first, arousing her with frank description, 
teasing her jealousy, tempting her to try to steal me 
back. And subtly telling her what it would take to do 
that. Debbi would be prepared to ignore Donna's change 
in behavior, presuming it actually began to change. But 
if Donna came to her for advice, well, she would be 
prepared to advise. And I would be receptive but 
slightly remote, drawing her out and making her win me. 
It was Allison's genius to know just how her sister 
felt, and be pretty sure how she would react to each of 
our assumed roles. 

It all came out of her own ruthless honesty. "I've felt 
that competitiveness," she said. "I've felt the longing. 
I've felt the uncertainty. I've felt the frustration. 
I've felt the fear. But I went after what seemed out of 
reach. And thank God it wasn't." She clasped my bare arm 
against her heart.

"You don't have any idea the doubts I felt. You could 
have thought I was just a silly kid who didn't know what 
she was doing. You could have been respectable. You 
could have ignored me. That would have been like death. 
It felt like I was risking that much. But I got to you. 
I did. And the way that made me feel... it was more than 
I ever imagined. And I know I've touched you deep down. 
Can you deny it?" she challenged.

I couldn't. I was silent.

"And that's why I feel like I can share," she said. 
"Mom?"

There it was again, that incredible self-assuredness, 
even in admitting her own insecurity. And her certain 
knowledge that her mother, who had seduced me herself, 
would recognize something between us that she could not 
touch.

"I can feel that, hon," Debbi said. "But aren't you 
afraid?"

"Sure I am. My insides quiver with it." She looked at me 
with those eyes that would not be denied. "But I have to 
know. I want to help my sister, and I have to know." Her 
eyes boring into mine, she said, "What do you want?"

Oh god, I want it all, I thought. I want Debbi and Donna 
and Allison. Donna especially.

"I want her," I said. "I think maybe I love you but I 
want your sister!"

"Good," she said.

I've made two terrible confessions in one sentence and 
she says... good?

***

Allison talked to Donna that night, and the next day she 
came to my apartment to talk to me. It was a warm 
evening, and she was wearing shorts and sandals and a 
white knit top that left her navel bare. I could see the 
color as well as the shape of the tips of her nipples. I 
took her in my arms and kissed her deeply, but then I 
put my hands on her shoulders and held her at arms' 
length.

"Remember how I talked about having a conversation with 
all our clothes on? I think it's time."

"I think so too," Allison said, and then she giggled. 
"If only to prove we can do it. I'm a horny little slut, 
you know."

"I know. I'm pretty randy myself, and I'd like to ravish 
you right now, right here in the living room. But let's 
sit down instead." And I sat down on the couch.

"And I want to be ravished," she said, "but we'll have 
time for that."

I could see her eyeing the easy chair across the corner 
of the coffee table, but she rejected that idea and 
settled on the sofa beside me. Snuggling against my 
shoulder she said, "So what shall we talk about?"

"Well," I said, "we can talk about us as in you and me, 
or we can talk about us as in you and me and your 
family."

"We can talk about the you-and-me us later. I think it 
might actually be easier to talk about family."

"Okay," I said, "your mom. You walked in on me fucking 
her in the ass, and you ended up licking her pussy while 
she came. That's pretty... unusual."

"You mean kinky, maybe perverted. Yeah, but how did it 
make you feel?"

"Shocked, at first," I admitted. "But when I saw it 
didn't bother you that I was fucking your mom... when I 
saw you actually joining in... it was... it was a very 
erotic experience. How can I say it...? I don't know... 
when you joined in it was like... oh! This Allison is 
so... so totally."

"Yeah, perverted!"

"NO! You were just so out there on the edge... so 
honestly responding to your own feelings! I... well, I 
might have fucked your mother's ass awhile longer if I 
hadn't been so excited by you. I was. And you, you were 
so willing to... what was your word... share."

"And that's because I was almost sure of what I was 
sharing." Allison twisted around and laid her head in my 
lap, looking up into my eyes. One of my hands came to 
rest on her naked midriff, while the other stroked her 
hair.

"I know Mom is a very sexy woman," she said. "I think I 
probably know it even better than she does. I've seen 
the way men look at her... married men, single men, old 
men and young men. But I don't think she ever saw it. 
Daddy saw it. And I know he didn't like it. That's so 
different. Because I like it when other women look at 
you and think you're sexy. It makes me feel good because 
I saw you first. 

"Okay, maybe not first, but latest. It might make me 
jealous if I thought you were looking at other women... 
my mother... my sister... just like you look at me." She 
took my hand and placed it on her chest. "But I feel in 
here it's different."

"So we're talking about us as in you and me now," I 
said.

"Yeah, I guess we are," Allison said, and then she 
gently laid my hand aside and sat up, backing off to 
face me a couch cushion away. "And we're talking with 
all our clothes on. Is it different?" she asked.

"What?"

"You and me," she said. "Are we different?"And the 
combination of assertiveness and vulnerability in her 
voice melted my heart. Her eyes were open and 
defenseless.

"Yes," I said. "We're different from anything I've ever 
experienced, and I've lived longer than you. But you may 
be wiser than me. I could decide to ignore my feelings 
about Donna. I could put her behind me. I would do that 
for you. But you know I would always wonder. Looking 
into the distant future, you can feel me wondering, what 
about her sister?" I met Allison's eyes, knowing I was 
helpless to resist their beauty, but I tried to stay 
concentrated on finding all of my true feelings.

"The distant future," I said, "yeah I'm looking at us 
together way out there; I admit it. I'm the one who said 
the 'L' word, remember? You haven't said it yet."

"You want me to say the 'L' word?" Her eyes flashed. 
"Love! I'm in love with you! Try to tell me you didn't 
know that. Try to tell me you're not in love with me 
too."

We were still sitting apart. I yearned to take her 
wordlessly into my arms, but I knew that words were what 
were called for here. "I can't deny it," I said. 

She leaned toward me, but my hands were out, motioning 
for her to stay away. "Don't touch me now. Just look at 
me, okay, look at my eyes."

I looked earnestly into her eyes. "I'm not sure," I 
admitted, struggling to make my words match my honest 
feelings. "You and me," I said, "I can't even imagine a 
time when it's not you and me. And yet I can. I can 
imagine me with somebody else. Donna. She's tangled up 
in my desires. Honestly, there's a risk there."

"That's why we need to take that risk, both of us," she 
said. "If you find something more with Donna, you need 
to know that. I need to know that. You can go forward 
and I can go forward. Nobody looking back. But I believe 
I'm going to win. I don't think Donna can get to you 
like I did. Go for it! See if I'm not right."

What could I say to that? Nothing. So I changed the 
subject.

"Donna..." I said, "how did she react?"

"Oh, wow!"

"What happened?"

"Well, I waited until Mom went to bed, just to make it 
look good, and then I went to Donna's room. I wasn't 
wearing anything but my sleep-shirt, a big old oversize 
T-shirt. That just seemed right, somehow. I didn't have 
any real big plan. I thought I'd just talk to Donna and 
see how it went."

"And?" I said.

"It was kind of hard to get started," Allison began, "so 
I just said, 'I guess we need to talk about Robert.'

'Why?' Donna asked.

'You like Robert?'

'Yeah, I guess so.'

'But you don't want to get involved?'

'I don't think so. Why?'

'Cause I did.'

'Did what?'

'Get involved. With Robert.'

'Involved?'

'Yeah, I fucked him Saturday night.'

And I could tell Donna's mind was just totally blown 
away. And not so much that I might have fucked you, but 
that I could say it like that to her.

'Allison!' she said.

'Donna?' I said.

'You didn't,' she whispered.

'I did,' I said.

'Allison!'

'And I liked it.'

Donna had been reading in bed, leaning back against a 
pillow propped against the headboard. But she was fully 
upright now. The coverings had fallen away from her, and 
I could see she was dressed just like I was, just a 
nightshirt. I was sitting cross-legged on a corner of 
her bed, and I wasn't entirely sure my sleeping-shirt 
covered my vital parts. And I didn't care. Donna's mouth 
was open, and her eyes were flashing. She was eager to 
know.

'So, Allison?' she said.

'I seduced him,' I said.

'When? How?'

'Saturday afternoon. By being willing to do what you 
wouldn't.'

'But he was here with me Saturday.'

'And I was here too, and I pushed my tit up against him, 
and I pushed my cunt up against him, and then I left him 
a note telling him when and where to meet me that 
night.'

'And Robert, he...?'

'Oh yeah, he definitely did.'

'I can't believe you're talking to me like this. I can't 
believe you've been acting like this. I can't believe 
Robert...'

'Robert never really had a choice. You have to 
understand Robert. He likes women. Not just wants women, 
he likes women. He wants to make us feel good. He's not 
going to push when pushing makes us uncomfortable. But 
he's not going to resist when resistance makes us 
uncomfortable. And I made sure he knew resistance would 
make me uncomfortable. I made him fuck me.'

'But how?'

'I let him know I wanted him. Simple as that. And that's 
all it took. He can't resist a woman who wants to be 
fucked. He fucked me.'

'So what?'

'What did I do? I dressed for him. No bra. Short shorts. 
I flaunted my body. I kidded him and I winked. I caught 
him with my eyes. And when I went to his apartment, I 
didn't wear any panties. He got the message. It didn't 
take any time at all. Just the right signals.'

'But that's so bad!'

'Don't I know! But if being bad can make me feel so 
good...' I think that got to Donna a little bit, because 
she shivered and wriggled her ass against the mattress. 
I'm pretty sure she could see how juicy my cunt was 
getting. 'So what happened at his apartment,' she asked.

'First I unbuttoned my blouse and put his hand on my 
tit, and then I had him put his hand on my bare ass. And 
two minutes after we got to his place, we were in the 
bedroom without any clothes on.'

'And then?'

'Well, we were both pretty hot, and he fucked me pretty 
soon, and he tried not to hurt me too much, since it was 
my first time and all.'

'Did it?'

'Hurt? Yeah, a little, but then it felt so good. So 
fucking good!' That 'F' word hit Donna pretty hard. We 
just don't talk like that around our house. Well, at 
least we never did before. I could see her mind working 
around that word, getting the full sense of it, reaching 
for the feel of it. So I turned up the heat. 'If you've 
never been filled up with hot, throbbing cock, feeling 
it all alive up in you... well, I just can't tell you.'

'Oh god!'

Donna's nipples were poking out pretty good by now, so I 
knew I was getting to her. I was getting to me too. 
Remembering how it felt was making me very hot. I had to 
make Donna feel that way. 'And Robert was so good,' I 
told her.

"And you really were," Allison said as she scooted over 
to snuggle against me.

As I felt the pressure of her un-haltered tit against me 
through her thin pullover top, I said, "Seems like 
you're still dressing to seduce. You know, you've 
already seduced me."

"Oh this is not for you, silly, it's for Donna. I know 
you've already seen all of me, and I hope you don't need 
too much reminding. But Donna needs to see something to 
compete with. And if I'm not mistaken, you're soon going 
to see more of Donna than you ever expected to. But that 
depends."

"On what?" I asked.

"On how well I've been able to sell you as a sex object. 
Try not to get a swelled head about what I told Donna 
about you... even if it is all true."

"So what did you tell her?"

"I told her, 'Robert was so patient. He was so gentle 
putting his prick in me. He was so firm when he took my 
virginity. He was so careful when he started fucking me. 
His dick felt so big.'

'Hmmm?' Donna said.

'Well, okay, so I don't really have that much to 
compare. It felt plenty big to me. It looked huge, 
actually. And it filled me up and made me quiver deep 
inside. And when I got used to it inside me, Robert 
started moving. And when he started banging into me 
faster and faster, pretty soon I just lost it. I 
couldn't take any more. I didn't know I was coming and 
then I was just screaming and squirming and I came 
really hard... lots harder than... well, you know.'

'Mmmmm...' Donna was using her imagination.

'But the thing is, he waited on me. He waited for me to 
come. And the first thing I felt when I came down from 
my climax was Robert shooting off inside me. And that 
was just so cool. I mean, I had already come, but the 
feel of Robert's come inside me, well... I think maybe I 
came all over again.'

'Wow, Allison, what an experience.' Donna's eyes looked 
unfocused. Her body was tense, almost quivering.

'Oh, that wasn't all,' I said. 'That was just the 
start.'

'Oh,' Donna said.

'I haven't told you about how he ate my pussy and how 
that really got me off. Or how he stuck his tongue in my 
asshole. Or the second time we fucked. Or his kisses.'

'His kisses,' Donna said dreamily.

"And I think that about did it," Allison said.

"Did what?" I asked.

"Turned Donna into a guided missile... guided at you. 
Reminding her of your kiss was the final touch. She 
could relate to that. I think she could feel that. She 
was sitting there in her little nightshirt with both 
hands shoved into her lap and her titties poking at the 
shirt like they wanted to get out. I think she's 
hooked."

"So what happens next?"

"You're invited over tomorrow night. We're going to 
grill steaks. And we'll see what else happens."

"That's tomorrow night," I said. "What are we going to 
do with the rest of tonight?"

"Well," she said, "that depends. Do we still have to 
keep all our clothes on?"

Wednesday night was a fine, warm, late-Spring evening. 
Allison was wearing a tight white T-shirt and a short 
denim mini-skirt. Her long, elegant legs were bare, of 
course, and on her feet she wore open, low-heeled 
sandals. She looked very sexy as she answered the door 
with a conspiratorial wink.

Debbi wore conservative shorts and a loose white shirt. 
When she turned just right against the light I could see 
the outline of her bra-clad tits. She just wasn't in the 
seduction game tonight.

But I could hardly believe it when I saw Donna. She had 
chosen to go barefoot... barefoot all the way up past 
the bottom of her ass cheeks. They were sticking out of 
the shortest, tightest pair of cut-offs I had ever seen. 
The shorts were cut all the way up to the pockets in 
back, and Donna's firm, high, jutting ass was on clear 
display. 

And that's not all. The front of those tight shorts just 
molded itself into her pussy, clearly outlining the lips 
of her cunt. She couldn't possibly have been wearing 
panties. But it was the top she chose to wear that 
shocked me the most. It was a cut-off man's undershirt, 
the athletic kind with straps. And it was just barely 
long enough to cover her bra-less breasts. Most of the 
time. But if she leaned just right, or stretched just 
right, the tight material pulled high enough for a clear 
view of the rounded underside of her heavy, swaying 
tits. 

And the armholes were large enough to offer enticing 
glimpses of the sides of her breasts. This was not the 
Donna I had known. But she commanded my attention, all 
right. Even as sexy as Allison looked, even with all I 
felt about her, how could I possibly take my eyes away 
from the show that Donna and her tits were putting on? 
And she knew I was looking. 

She caught my eye and flashed me an impish grin, full of 
the life and energy that made her so appealing. But 
Allison finally caught my eye as well, and with her lips 
pressed together she managed to convey a signal too. 
"Not so fast," it said.

So I somehow found a way to pay at least a little 
attention to Allison and Debbi and the excellent steaks 
that Debbi grilled. But I still spent a lot of time 
looking at Donna. And when we had finished eating, Donna 
insisted that I had to help her with the dishes.

The kitchen was spacious enough, but it seemed like 
Donna never had quite enough room when she squeezed past 
me. There was lots of bumping and sliding contact 
between body parts as we worked. Allison and Debbi 
discretely left us alone in the kitchen, and when all 
the dishes were put away, Donna and I somehow found 
ourselves in a corner of the kitchen not visible through 
the big sliding glass window that led to the deck. There 
was a bowl of fruit on the countertop, and Donna took a 
banana from it. She peeled it, and she said, "You have 
to stand right there, Robert, in case anybody looks in."

And then in one fluid motion she pulled off her top and 
set it aside. And she began to caress her breasts with 
the banana. It was one of the most erotic sights I had 
ever seen, and I... turned away. Like a gentleman I 
turned to face the window.

"What are you doing?" I said to her over my shoulder.

"Oh, I read in a magazine somewhere that if you rub a 
banana against the skin of your chest every day it does 
wonders for the skin tone. I don't know if there's any 
truth to that. But you can look and see what you think."

And I felt her hands against my shoulders, urging me to 
turn around. Slowly I turned, and inch by inch her 
lovely bosom came into view. She was running the banana 
up and down the cleavage between her heavy, pear-shaped 
tits.

"I wouldn't want to embarrass you," I said.

"Do I look embarrassed?" she asked.

"Yes," I said honestly. Because actually she did look 
embarrassed by her brazenness. This wasn't easy for her. 
Her face was a little flushed, and there were little 
goosebumps all around her nipples. The nipples 
themselves were dark red and swollen, pointing slightly 
upward from the slope of her breasts. Her eyes were 
downcast, but with an effort she raised them to meet my 
gaze.

"Well, I'm not," she said, pulling her shoulders back to 
lift her chest. "I want you to look. It makes me feel 
good when you look at me." She nudged one nipple with 
the tip of the banana, then placed the tip against my 
lips. "Would you like a bite of my banana?" she said.

I took a very small bite of the banana. "Is there 
anything else you'd like to bite?" she asked, caressing 
her breasts once again.

I couldn't help myself. My hand reached out and I 
touched that rigid nipple just with my fingertips. She 
shivered, and her eyes fluttered closed, but she didn't 
pull away. And then, reasserting control over my own 
body, I pulled my hand back again. "I think... ahem!" I 
had to pause and clear my throat. "I think you'd better 
put your top back on in case anybody comes in. I 
wouldn't like to try explaining what's going on here to 
your mother."

"No, I guess not," Donna said. "But you just couldn't 
help touching me, could you?"

"No, I couldn't."

She was pulling her brief little top on again. As she 
pulled it over her head she asked, "Does that mean if I 
asked you out on a real date you might say yes?"

"Um," I said.

"Please say yes," she said. "I'd like to make it up to 
you for how mean I've been. Please."

"Okay, yes. We can go out on a real date. I'd like 
that."

"Oh goodie," she said, and her arms came up around my 
neck in a spontaneous little hug. "Can we go soon?"

"As soon as you like."

"Can we go tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is good."

Donna's arms were still around my neck as she leaned 
back and looked anxiously up at my face. "Will you tell 
Allison? She told me all about you, what you did and 
all."

"I'll talk to Allison. It will be all right."

"Oh thank you," she said, and she kissed me... a short 
kiss, but a kiss full of promise. A promise of what, I 
wondered? I would find out tomorrow.

Debbi answered the door Thursday night. She gave me a 
quick, slightly self-conscious kiss and said Donna would 
be ready soon. "Allison is out on a date," she said.

"Out on a date?"

"She said 'fair is fair.' But I don't think you have 
anything to worry about. Allison and Dexter have been 
friends for a long time, but just friends. She invited 
him to a movie."

I wasn't so sure. Dexter had never been out with this 
Allison before.

Then Donna made her entrance... and what an entrance! 
She was wearing strappy high-heeled shoes with no hose 
and a tailored two-piece suit. The tight skirt curved in 
under her butt to cup her delightful ass and then, 
mission accomplished, quit. It made her lean legs seem 
to go on forever. Above the skirt she wore a short 
jacket that buttoned once just above the waist. It would 
have been sexy if she'd worn one of those flimsy 
camisole tops under it, but she didn't. 

The only thing in that neckline was neck. And boobs. Did 
I forget to mention boobs? As she came sashaying into 
the room those boobs were dancing in her décolletage. 
The nipples stayed out of sight, but not much else. That 
outfit would not just stop traffic, it could stop 
hearts. Seriously. When this girl made up her mind to 
get sexy she didn't just go halfway. 

I think Debbi was taken aback by her older daughter's 
new appearance, but she did her best not to let it show. 
She told us both to have a good time and tried hard not 
to watch her daughter's sexy butt twitching in that 
micro-skirt as we left. Well, I thought, it's not like 
she didn't have fair warning. She knew we were going to 
try to awaken the sexy side of Donna.

We had trouble eating our meal because of our constant 
giggles as we watched almost every male in the place 
maneuver for a closer look at Donna. When we first got 
there, one waiter dropped a tray full of food as his 
head literally snapped around to look at her. It was 
fun. Donna was enjoying herself and the effect she was 
having, and I felt proud that she was with me. 

I wondered if I should feel strange that it was really 
my second date with Donna, while Allison and I had never 
been out on a real date? But suddenly I forgot about 
Allison and I just about dropped my fork. Donna had 
slipped out of her shoe and shoved her bare foot up 
under my trousers to caress my shin. She grinned at the 
expression on my face as she ran her toes up and down my 
lower leg. I gulped as I realized for the first time 
that the shin could be an erogenous zone.

"Having fun?" I asked.

"You wouldn't believe. Everybody's acting so funny. I'm 
having the time of my life." She removed her foot from 
my leg and leaned across the table, offering me quite a 
generous view in the process, and she said softly, 
"Seeing all the men looking at me like that is making my 
pussy tingle."

She leaned back again and scooted her butt forward in 
her chair. And then I felt her foot again, bumping 
against my upper thigh on its way to the seam in my 
crotch. I'm afraid I was having a pretty obvious 
reaction to her caresses and her sexy talk and the view 
of her tits, and she felt it. "Little Bobby seems to be 
having a good time too," she said, and she clasped her 
toes around the lump in my pants. "Little Bobby likes 
being out with Donna, doesn't he?"

Little Bobby was getting bigger by the second. "If you 
don't stop that I'm not going to be able to walk out of 
here," I whispered.

"Oh, I think everybody in here probably knows you're hot 
for me," she murmured in a husky voice I had never heard 
from Donna before. To my relief, she removed her foot 
and leaned across the table again. "You are hot for me, 
aren't you Robert?"

"You just felt the evidence," I croaked back.

"But I want to hear you say it. Say you're hot for me."

"I'm hot for you!"

"Say what you want to do with me."

"Not here," I said. "Please!"

"Then I'll say what I want to do with you. I want to 
take your big prick out of your trousers and suck on it. 
Would you like that, hmmm? I want to feel it all over 
with my hands. I want to taste what comes out of it."

What had we created here? The Donna I knew would never 
have said things like this.

"Has Little Bobby gone down enough for us to get out of 
here now? My pussy is getting so juicy I'm about to make 
a wet spot on my dress."

Oh God. The answer was no, because her dirty talk had me 
more excited than ever. But I didn't care. I wanted to 
be alone with Donna right now. So I said, "Let's go," 
and got up to take her arm.

"Oooh Bobby!" she cooed as she saw the bulge in my 
pants. "My, my, you are a disgrace."

I'll bet everybody in that restaurant saw my condition, 
and as Donna moved toward the exit ahead of me, that 
magnificent ass rolling inside her tiny skirt and those 
heavy tits tumbling around in her little jacket, I'll 
bet everybody in that restaurant understood. And Donna, 
Little Bobby and I finally made it to the parking lot. 
The minute I closed the driver's door, Donna was all 
over me. Her cleavage was pressed against me and her 
mouth covered mine in a passionate kiss delivered with 
moans and sighs and broken at last with gasps from both 
of us. "What was that?" I asked in amazement.

"Something I've wanted to do for a long time," she said. 
"Want to do it again?"

"Most definitely," I said, "but maybe not with an 
audience." I gestured to a quartet of departing diners 
who had stopped on the way to their car to look in our 
direction.

"Lake Road?" Donna suggested.

"I haven't been to Lake Road in years," I said.

"Oh, you've been there before, have you?" she said 
coyly. "I never would let a boy take me there."

Lake Road was a long, dark stretch of perimeter road 
with lots of places to pull off near the lake. It had 
been a popular parking spot for amorous couples for 
years.

"Please," she said, "take me there now. I want to go."

I'd say she probably wants to come too. Well, this was 
her date, I decided. I would let her call the shots.

We found a spot of our own among some trees, and I 
stopped the car. I looked at Donna and wondered if she 
might be having second thoughts. But somehow in the 
tight quarters of the Chevy's front seat, she managed to 
throw her leg over mine and squeeze in front of the 
steering wheel to face me, straddling my thigh, grinding 
her pussy against it, and pressing my face into her 
chest. No second thoughts, I guess. 

I could take a hint. I unbuttoned that one button, 
spread the coat wide, and went to work on those tits. I 
was careful at first, thinking her nipples might be so 
swollen they were uncomfortable, so I approached the 
target gradually. She was moaning with impatience as I 
kissed down inside her cleavage and then up over the 
tops of her breasts, one after another.

"Unnhh, unnhh," she cried.

I ran my tongue around the base of a nipple and she 
caught her breath sharply. I closed my lips around the 
rigid bud and she cried out. I flicked my tongue over 
the nipple and she began gasping. Gentle works, I 
thought, but I have a suspicion Donna meant what she 
said last night in the kitchen. I closed my teeth on the 
red and swollen tip of her tit, and not too gently.

"Oh God!" she cried. "Oooooh, sweet Bobby! Bite me!"

So I treated the other nipple to a taste of the same. 
She was gasping and moaning like crazy, and I could feel 
a wet spot on my pants from her pussy. She had either 
soaked through her panties or she wasn't wearing any. 
After what she heard from Allison, I'd bet she wasn't 
wearing any. Time to find out. I swung her out away from 
the steering wheel and laid her back on the bench seat. 

Couldn't do this in a modern car, I thought, as I pushed 
my hands under her skirt to start them dancing along her 
inner thighs. I stroked her lightly with just my 
fingertips all along the tender flesh below her pussy. I 
could tell from the plaintive tone in her voice that I 
was making her impatient again. Good. Time to make her 
beg for it. Continuing to torment her sensitive skin, I 
said, "What do you want? What do you want me to do?"

"Oh, touch my pussy, please. Please touch my pussy!" she 
gasped.

"Do you want my fingers in your cunt, huh, is that what 
you want?"

"Oh, yes, I'm so wet for you. I'm hot for you. I'm 
burning up. Touch me! Ahhhhhh!" This as I finally 
allowed my fingers to brush against her pussy lips. She 
wasn't lying. She was wet for me. And, just as I 
suspected, she was naked under her skirt. I stroked one 
finger along the length of her slit, spreading her 
juices and parting her inner lips. At the top of my 
stroke I let my finger brush over her little hooded 
clitoris.

"Oh, that is so... so... Ooooooh! Oh! Oh!"

I was making little circles all around and over her clit 
with the finger I had lubricated with her own juices. 
She was trembling all over. "Tell me what you want," I 
said.

"Put your finger in me. Oh! Oh! Put it in me please!"

I stroked my middle finger down to her opening and 
gently parted the lips around the entrance to her 
vagina.

"Oh yes. Now! Now!"

Gently I probed into her opening, wondering if I would 
find it blocked. She was tight, oh so tight, but she was 
lubricated so generously that my finger slid smoothly 
inside her. Soon it was buried all the way to the last 
knuckle, and I knew I would not take her maidenhead.

"You've done this before," I said.

"Uh huh... unnh... unnh! Just... one... time. It hurt 
before!"

I'll bet, I thought. "And didn't it make you feel good?"

"No, it just hurt and I screamed and Peter took his hand 
away and there was blood all on it and I think he got 
scared. I know it scared me."

I was gently probing around inside her hot, slick 
passage, and she was squirming around on my hand. "What 
about now?" I asked.

"Oooooh it's so different. This is better than... better 
than anything!"

I was probing for that spot I had heard about but never 
actually located. I knew about where it should be, but I 
guess it's not always there on all women.

"Aaaaaaaeeeeehhhh! Oh! My! God! Ooooooh! Oh! Bobby!"

Yeah, right about there, I thought, as my touch sent 
Donna through the roof. I removed my finger and stroked 
her lips gently. She was panting now and her juices had 
soaked my hand. "Did you come, baby?"

"No. Not yet. I don't think that's what that was. I'm 
still all on edge. But that was just so... It felt so... 
not like anything else. Or a little like I had to pee or 
something, but... Hey, I didn't pee on you did I?"

"No, I don't think that's what this is on my hand." I 
raised it to my nose. "Nope, this is pure essence of 
Donna perfume." I licked my finger.

"Oh, how can you do that? That's so dirty." I licked 
another finger. "That's so dirty and so sexy!"

"What do you want me to do next?"

"Hey, when do I get my turn?"

"I thought this was your turn, baby."

"No I mean when do I get so see your cock?"

She scrambled to her knees, reaching for my zipper. She 
ripped it down and stuck her fingers inside my pants 
searching for my prick. Her search was getting painful, 
so I released my belt and buttons to give her more room. 
She found the waistband of my shorts and tugged. It 
wasn't easy, but she managed to stretch the waistband 
and pull it over my fully erect cock. It gets that way 
when I'm driving a woman into a sexual frenzy.

"Ooooh, it's so pretty," she said. It always looked kind 
of gnarly and knobby to me, but she was gazing at it 
with sparkling eyes filled with delight. She stroked it 
gently. "Oh, Little Bobby, you feel so soft and so 
firm," she said. She reached out and touched the tip 
with her tongue. "And you taste so salty, but nice!" She 
circled her fingers around my prick and moved them up 
and down. Another clear drop of liquid squeezed up out 
of the tip, and she licked that up too. Then she licked 
up and down the underside of my cock and I groaned.

"You like that, huh? Well how do you like this?"

She took the whole head of my prick into her mouth and 
began to swallow it. I really mean swallow it. I'd never 
had a woman do what she did. She slid her mouth all the 
way down until the head of my cock was against the 
opening to her throat, and then she just... swallowed. 
The sensation was incredible. I could feel her throat 
open and close over my cock, again and again as she took 
me in all the way up to my balls.

"Ohhhh Donna! Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!"

She had to come up for air. There was a little thread of 
spittle from her lips to my dick. I gently wiped her 
lips with my fingertips and said, "Where did you learn 
to do that? That was incredible!"

"When you don't want the boys to fuck you, you need some 
kind of talent. That way they don't call you a cock-
teaser."

"Oh, you could tease my cock like that all day."

"I'll bet I couldn't. Most guys can't take that for very 
long at all."

"Most guys?"

"Well, I really can't speak for that many. I have to 
like a guy a whole lot to go that far."

"Come here," I said. She came into my arms. I kissed her 
mouth, and then her neck, and then I started on her tits 
again. And she responded with just as much passion and 
soon she was gasping and panting and crying out again. 
And then I kissed her stomach, and stuck my tongue in 
her belly button, and then I felt the coarse softness of 
her pussy hair against my lips. She was lying back on 
the front seat again, and I paused for a moment to look 
up at her with a question in my eyes. I didn't want to 
do anything that made her uncomfortable, and if watching 
me lick her juices from my fingers made her 
uncomfortable... well...

"Please, Bobby, eat my pussy. I want to feel your tongue 
inside me."

I really looked at her pussy for the first time in the 
dim moonlight that penetrated to the front seat. There 
was a thin dark stripe of hair running from her pussy up 
toward her abdomen. I was surprised to see it so 
severely trimmed. I would never have imagined the Donna 
I knew spending so much time in intimate contact with 
her own private parts. I was going to have to explore 
her cunt mostly by feel in the darkness. That was okay. 
Feeling is good. 

I ran my tongue through the sparseness of her pubic hair 
until I found her swollen, puffy and very moist inner 
lips. I stopped for a moment and simply lapped at those 
lips using broad strokes to stimulate as wide an area as 
possible. She sighed and squirmed. She said she wanted 
my tongue inside her, so that was the next order of 
business. I curved my tongue nearly double and slowly 
thrust it up into her. There are times for roughness and 
times for gentleness, and this was a gentle time. I 
tongue-fucked her for awhile, and she started squirming 
some more. 

I pulled out my tongue and sucked her labia into my 
mouth, tongue stroking as I did. I explored the folds 
between her outer and her inner lips. Then I went back 
to the broad strokes, making sure to include her clit in 
my attentions this time. She was already obviously 
highly turned on, because that first touch was electric. 
I began lapping with more vigor, and she responded by 
pumping her hips against my mouth and moaning my name... 
the name nobody else had ever called me, the name she 
first used as a joking reference to my cock.

"Oh Bobby, Bobby, Bobby... that's so good... oh, so 
good.

"OooOOOOoooOOOOhh!" She was really wailing now. "God!" 
she gasped. "Oh Bobby. Don't stop. Bobby! You're going 
to make me come!" I was concentrating on her clit by 
now, lapping it with little flicking motions of my 
tongue. And now I took it into my mouth, sucking on it 
hard and dragging the whole rough surface of my tongue 
across it.

"Oh yes. Ahhhh! That's it. That's it. Just like that. Oh 
I... oh... oh. Oh here I... yes... here I... 
COOooOOOOME! OOOOhhhh! Ooooohhh! Ohh! Oh! Oh! Aaaaahhh. 
Oh yes. Yes, yes. Yes."

"Oh Bobby, come up here and let me hold you."

She was the boss tonight. I crawled up and lay down on 
top of her, her breasts soft underneath me but her 
nipples hard against my shirt. I kept some of my weight 
on my elbows, my forearms outside her upper arms, my 
hands caressing her shoulders. This was another gentle 
time.

Eventually her breathing slowed to normal, and I 
whispered into her ear, "And what would milady wish to 
do next?"

"We-ell," she drawled, "I seem to recall you saying I 
could deep-throat you all day long. I take that as a 
challenge. But turn over first; let's take off that 
shirt."

I had worn a turtleneck with a coat and slacks. The coat 
was in the back seat where I had thrown it before I got 
in the car. And pretty soon the turtleneck joined it.

"Now for the pants," she said, and she stripped them off 
my legs after jerking off my shoes and socks. She was in 
the driver's seat now... she literally was... and she 
was going to get what she wanted. The skimpy briefs 
followed the pants. And I was naked. She, on the other 
hand, was quite a sight. Somehow, sometime, her jacket 
had come off to land in the front floorboard. But she 
still had on a skirt, currently bunched up around her 
waist, and her high-heeled shoes.

"Don't you feel a little overdressed?" I asked. So she 
unzipped the skirt and pulled it inside out and off over 
her head. For some reason she didn't bother to remove 
her shoes. Her naked body gleamed in the faint 
moonlight. She was beautiful. My cock had deflated while 
we cuddled after her climax, but it began to twitch now 
at the sight of her.

"Oh, so Little Bobby likes what you see," she whispered, 
caressing herself. "Well I guarantee you Little Bobby is 
going to like this."

Remembering the effect her talented tonsils had on me 
before, I felt my cock rise up a little more before her 
lips engulfed it. For a while she just used her lips and 
tongue, stimulating and teasing, never giving me quite 
all I wanted. I was hard enough by now that her lips 
were stretched where they surrounded my cock. She was 
using her tongue hard, just below my cockhead, in that 
most sensitive spot on the underside of my dick. She was 
really rubbing it up and down, along the passage my 
sperm would follow.

"Oh," I said. "That's good. You're so good."

"Mmmh-hmh," she replied with her mouth full. The 
vibration on my cock was delightful. I might want to 
encourage her to communicate some more.

But Donna had other ideas. Using that wonderful 
technique of hers, she swallowed me into her throat 
again. And then she swallowed again, and again, and 
again.

"Oh my god!" I cried.

She had to come up for air. "All day, huh," she said 
after grabbing a couple of lungfuls. And she went back 
to work. I had never imagined there could be a sensation 
like this. Those repeated contractions that traveled 
over the most sensitive part of my cock. They were just 
drawing my fluid out of me. I was completely at her 
mercy.

"Awwwnhhh," I cried as I came despite myself. I had 
tried to hold back. She had made this an endurance 
challenge, and I had tried to endure. But I couldn't. I 
think it was my very effort to hold back that made this 
one of the most awesome releases I could recall. She 
seemed to be pulling my very balls themselves out 
through the end of my dick. I pumped and pumped and 
pumped, and she swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. 
And when it was finally over she raised her head and 
smiled a smile of victory and satisfaction. There was 
only a little sperm gleaming on her lips in the 
moonlight.

"That's got to be it," I said when I recovered enough to 
speak. "I'm totally done in."

"Well I'm not," she said. "That's got my pussy all juicy 
again."

"After that I'm not sure what more I can do for you," I 
said.

"We-ell," she said, "you could use your vibrator on me."

"I don't have a vibrator," I said, mystified.

"Oh yes you do," she said, and she got up on her knees 
behind the steering wheel and twisted to turn her back 
to the windshield. She shifted over a couple of feet 
toward me and eased herself backward off the seat.

Oh my God, I could see what she was doing now. My Hurst 
5-speed has what's called a pistol-grip shifter, with no 
big knob on top. And Donna was easing her pussy right 
toward that pistol-grip shifter. It was big, I thought, 
but possibly not too big. Maybe not really as big as my 
dick when it was big and hard. She might be able to do 
this thing. She began to lower her juicy pussy down onto 
my shifter.

"Ahhhh," she said as it parted her pussy lips. "Ohhhh," 
she said as she sank down upon it. She was fucking 
herself with my car!

And then came her stroke of sheer sexual genius. 
"Gentleman," she said, "start your engine! But whatever 
you do," she cried, "don't let out the clutch!"

I scrambled across the seat in front of her, stabbed my 
bare foot down on the clutch, and twisted the key in the 
ignition.

"Ohhhhh!" she cried as eight cylinders of American iron 
throbbed into life. I gunned the big '57 Chevy engine a 
little.

Her whole body writhed as it vibrated. She was in 
ecstasy. Her hips were twitching every which way, 
carrying the gearshift with them. First gear, third 
gear, fourth gear, who knew? Her tits were wobbling on 
her chest. Her head was thrown back. Her body was 
balanced between her elbows on the dashboard and her 
knees on the seat cushion. And her cunt was impaled on 
my gearshift lever.

"Ooohhhnnnhhh," she cried, totally lost in the sensation 
of that mighty engine transmitted so directly into her 
vagina.

It's too long, I thought. The lever's too long. What if 
she lost control and her knees or her elbows slipped?

I cut the engine and reached out to support the globes 
of her gorgeous ass in my hands. "Donna, baby," I said, 
"it's too dangerous. You've gone too far."

She blinked her eyes a couple of times, and then she 
arched her back and flexed her thighs and popped her 
pussy free from my shifter. "Yeah, I guess so," she 
said. "But that was the sensation of a lifetime. I just 
had to try it. And I'm not sorry."

I was shaking in the aftermath of a genuine disaster 
just about to happen.

"Oh Bobby, did I scare you?" she asked. She sat back on 
the seat and cradled my head against her chest. "Was 
that too much for you? I'll try to make it up to you. 
Just take me to your place and fuck me silly!" 

I had pulled on my shirt, trousers and shoes for the 
trip to my place... the hell with underwear... but Donna 
was still naked when I parked in my driveway. She wanted 
to ride that way because, "It gives me a thrill to think 
somebody could look in and see me. Even though probably 
nobody will."

She was probably right. When's the last time you saw a 
naked woman inside a dark car at night? When's the last 
time you looked? See my point?

But when I parked my car in the drive, I saw she had no 
intention of getting dressed before she left the car. So 
I said, "I'll get out first and see if I can see 
anybody."

I looked around, went up on my porch, unlocked the door, 
and looked around again. Looked all clear to me. I 
signaled to Donna that it was okay. She did not sneak 
into my house. She pranced in, her head high, her chest 
out, her hips swaying in the high heels that were all 
she was still wearing. I hoped the widow in the other 
half of the duplex wasn't watching through her curtains 
the way she sometimes did. She was stone deaf, but she 
wasn't blind. And she was nosy.

Donna giggled as I locked the apartment door behind her. 
"That was fun. I liked that game. Do you think anybody 
saw?" she asked.

"Do you care?" I replied.

"Not really. So what if they did. I think I look pretty 
fucking good, how about you?"

"Oh, you look fucking good to me," I said. "And speaking 
of..."

"Wait a minute," Donna said.

Suddenly, unsummoned, Allison's face came into my mind 
again, the way it looked when she shot me that 
meaningful glance the day before. "Too fast," it seemed 
to say.

"Yeah?" I said.

 "Can we play another game? What if I was like in your 
power, you know, like I had to do everything you said 
and you could do anything you wanted to me? Like I 
couldn't resist? Would you do that with me?"

"You mean you want me to be like your master, and you're 
like my slave?" I said, getting into the spirit of the 
scene.

"That's it. Can we?"

"If you really want to," I said, thinking hard about 
whether this was really a wise thing to do. "One thing, 
though," I said, thinking fast, "if we're going to do 
this you have to have some control. I know you trust me, 
but how about we give you a word to say if you want to 
pause the game and go back to real life? Textbook. Say 
textbook and we talk to each other for real. And if you 
want to go back to the game, say comic book. Textbook 
and comic book."

"Okay," she said, with a slightly nervous giggle. Her 
dark eyes were flashing. Her nipples were hard and 
erect. She was aquiver with anticipation.

"Comic book" she said. "What do you want me to do, 
Master?"

Frankly, I was in over my head... again. These Price 
women kept doing that to me. But the Master is supposed 
to know what he's doing, so I assumed an air of 
authority, and a vaguely middle European accent. "Go to 
the closet by the front door. You will find a hanger 
with several silk ties on it."

Several very ugly ties, actually. Every guy's got a few 
that he keeps in some dark corner where he lives. This 
was the time to open up that dark corner.

"Bring me the ties!" I ordered, as I quickly removed my 
hanging plant from the ceiling hook that kept it 
hanging. I was improvising. This wasn't my kind of 
scene, but I somehow knew she needed it. I was getting 
to know this family.

She brought me the ties, and I used them to tie her 
wrists together and attach them to the hook in the 
ceiling. When I was done she was helpless, her arms 
bound and suspended above her head, her naked body at my 
mercy. I stepped back to survey my work. She wasn't 
uncomfortable; her arms weren't stretched out painfully. 
She was just totally exposed there before me. Completely 
vulnerable. Really defenseless. And I felt an unfamiliar 
thrill. I was The Master. I could have my way with her. 
Now don't get me wrong. I could never enjoy subjecting 
someone unwillingly to such a situation. 

Donna had willingly abandoned herself to me. She had 
declared her trust, and I knew I would live up to it. 
But I knew she also wanted to experience danger, risk, 
and perhaps humiliation. I could see it in the quivering 
anticipation of her helpless body and in her eyes. Ah, I 
thought, her eyes. And I tied one more silk cravat over 
her eyes as a blindfold.

"Perhaps you will not mind," I said in my best generic 
foreign accent, "if I invite some of my business 
associates in to admire your beauty. I shall, of course, 
expect you to remain silent in their presence."

She nodded submissively.

I went to the door and noisily unlocked and opened it. 
"Come in, come in," I said to my imagined guests. And I 
locked the door behind them.

"Jesus Christ, boss," I croaked in my best basso-
Brooklyn accent. "She sure is a looker!"

"Yes, Bruno," I said, in my European accent, "she has a 
remarkable body."

I walked around behind Donna as she hung there helpless 
in my living room. I think she was startled to hear my 
voice coming from behind her. "She's very sensitive, 
too," I said, as I grasped her forearms just below her 
immobilized wrists. I slid my hands down her arms, 
stroking the insides of her elbows, and pressing hard at 
her underarms, not wanting to tickle her. I stopped 
short of her breasts this time. She shuddered. "You 
see," I said. "Sensitive."

"Oh, boss, can I touch her?" I pleaded in my Brooklyn 
accent.

"Very well," my European accent replied, "but only if my 
other associates agree. Raise your hands if that is 
agreeable," I said. I paused. "Very well, Bruno, you may 
touch her."

I grasped her ass hard, one globe in each hand, and I 
pulled them apart to stretch her asshole and cause her 
just a little pain. "Unnhhh!" she grunted explosively. 
Holding the stretch with one hand, I teased her asshole 
with my finger. "OOOOHoooh!"

"Silence!" I commanded.

Back in front of her now, I grabbed her tits forcefully, 
but I didn't have the heart to give them the same rough 
treatment that I gave her ass. Sinking my fingers into 
them, I growled, "Wow, boss, these are some titties."

"Careful," I said in my role as Master, "don't leave 
bruises. Customers don't like bruises."

"Aw, but they feel so good," my Brooklyn alter ego 
replied. And I kneaded her breasts roughly.

Donna was beside herself. Her arousal was evident, and 
her silence obviously came at some cost. She was 
squirming and writhing, but her lips were pressed shut 
against her moans.

"Can I touch her cunt, huh, boss," I pleaded in 
Brooklynese.

Donna evidently liked the idea, because she arched her 
back to push her cunt forward and upward. She was sure 
making the most of her limited mobility.

"Oh, all right Bruno, but be careful," I said. "Remember 
the customers."

So I clasped her whole vulva in my hand and squeezed. 
She choked off a cry. I took one inner lip in each hand 
and pulled them apart. I saw tears leaking from beneath 
her blindfold, but she did not cry out. How far was I 
capable of carrying this?

"Enough, Bruno," I said in my generic foreign accent.

"But aren't you gong to punish me?" Donna gasped. 
"Aren't you gong to whip me or something?"

"Silence, slave!" I said. "I did not give you permission 
to speak!"

Donna was still and silent... suspended... waiting. I 
didn't want to hurt her really. But she still expected 
something from me.

"Are you gonna put your brand on her, huh boss?" my 
imaginary assistant suggested.

"Excellent idea," I replied with my European accent. 
"Customers always like brand-name products. I think it's 
time to carve my brand on this product. Watch her!" I 
said as I moved away into the kitchen.

If you think it's easy to retrieve an ice cube from the 
freezer without making an identifying sound, think 
again. I scuffled around and I rattled around, hoping to 
conceal those unmistakable noises, and I ended up with 
an ice cube in one hand and a very sharp knife in the 
other.

Putting my mouth right up against Donna's ear and trying 
hard to sound sinister I said, "Since you are my slave, 
I intend to carve my initials in your ass." I pressed 
the flat of the knife blade against her shoulder and 
slowly drew it down to rest against the left cheek of 
her ass. Then I pricked her with the tip. She gasped.

"Yes, I think you should have a little souvenir of our 
encounter. You must remember to keep silent. You will 
want to scream, but you must not."

"Um, textbook," she said. "You're not really going to 
hurt me, are you Bobby?"

"You're the one who wanted to play this game. Don't you 
trust me?"

"Of course I do," she said, after a little pause.

"Then you mustn't ask questions that spoil the game."

She paused to think that over. "Comic book," she said.

Using my accent again, I said, "As I slice into your 
flesh you will feel excruciating pain, but you must not 
cry out. I despise weakness, and screaming would show 
that you are weak. Do you understand?"

Donna nodded slowly.

"Prepare yourself," I said, and touched her once again 
with the knife. She stiffened and caught her breath.

I pressed a corner of the ice cube against her and drew 
it down in the first stroke of the letter 'R.'

Somewhere deep inside, despite her trust, she must have 
been convinced that I was actually carving into her 
lovely ass, disfiguring it forever. Her whole body went 
rigid as a scream of fear and horror rose in her throat. 
I could hear it just about to burst forth when she 
somehow choked it off. But as I looked down, I saw the 
price she paid for her restraint. She had lost control 
of her bladder. The insides of her legs were wet, and 
there was a small puddle on my living room carpet. She 
gave a single great sob of humiliation, and my heart 
almost broke for her.

I dropped everything and prepared to take her in my arms 
and soothe her. Her shoulders were slumped and her chin 
was on her chest. More tears were seeping out from under 
her blindfold and she was panting harshly. I stopped and 
listened to the sounds she was making. Yes, there was 
humiliation there, but there was something else as well. 

I was certain she was powerfully aroused. This was 
turning her on. So instead of breaking character and 
embracing her, I lifted her chin in my hand and said in 
my European accent, "You were very brave." I wiped tears 
from her cheeks with my hand. "And you shall have your 
reward."

I got a washcloth from the bathroom and filled a dishpan 
at the kitchen sink. I washed her legs and bathed her 
cunt with warm water. I stroked her gently, even after 
the piss was all washed away, and she still was moist. 
This moisture was not going to wash away. She was 
twisting her hips now, pushing at my hand with her cunt.

"I think I will take you now," I said. I released her 
hands from the hook but left them tied together. Her 
eyes were still covered and she stumbled a little as I 
led her to the bedroom. I laid her on the bed and 
secured her hands to the headboard. And then I tied her 
ankles to the corners of the bed, spreading her legs and 
exposing her cunt. Her lips were pink and puffy, 
glistening in her arousal. She was squirming in 
anticipation.

"They tell me you are a virgin. You may speak."

"Yes, please don't take me. I don't want to lose my 
virginity like this."

"But you have no choice, my dear. You are in my power. 
And I want to feel your virgin pussy around me." I began 
to take off my clothes.

"No, you can't! Nobody has ever been inside me."

"Well, let's see about that," I said. I slowly stroked 
my fingers down her belly to rest them on her pussy. It 
was very moist. I stroked a finger along the length of 
her slit, parting her lips with the tip. She strained 
against her bonds and pushed herself against my hand.

"Please, no!" she cried, contradicting the reactions of 
her own body.

She was writhing now as I slid the tip of my finger into 
her vaginal opening. She was slick, and my finger 
encountered no obstacle as it slid smoothly all the way 
into her.

"Well," I said, "I thought you were supposed to be a 
virgin."

"I am!" she cried. "No man has ever been in me."

"Are you sure you haven't had just a little Peter in 
your pussy?"

That almost got to her. I felt her belly quiver as she 
struggled to hold back a giggle.

She controlled herself. "No man's 'thing' has ever been 
inside me." She was still playing the game, refusing to 
say the dirty words.

"Well, if that's true, it's just about to change." I 
pulled my finger out and began caressing and teasing her 
pussy once again. "I'm about to split your lips with my 
big, fat prick. I'm about to shove it up deep inside you 
and fill your cunt with my steaming spunk." She was 
trembling all over now. Her ass was lifting off the bed 
as she strained up against my tormenting hand. I put 
both my knees on the bed inside her writhing thighs and 
placed the head of my cock against her lips.

"Checkbook," she said.

"Checkbook?"

"Sketchbook... textbook! How do you expect me... to 
remember that... when I'm so worked up?" She was gasping 
the words out.

I was still poised at her virginal opening. "Yes, 
Donna?" I said.

"I had to tell you," she panted. "I want you. I want it 
to be you. I want you to be the one... who makes me a 
woman. Fuck me, Bobby!"

Feeling that now was the time, I reached up and unbound 
her hands. I took the blindfold off her face. Her arms 
came up to encircle my neck. She blinked and looked into 
my eyes. "Fuck me now," she said.

And so, very gently, I pushed my cock into her pussy.

"Oooooohhhh," she said as I slowly filled her cunt with 
my prick, stretching her, but trying not to cause her 
pain. When I was all the way inside, I paused.

"That feels so lovely," Donna sighed dreamily. "If only 
I had known..."

***

When I awoke the next morning, Donna's head was on my 
shoulder. Her arm was around my waist, and her leg was 
thrown over mine. Her pussy was prickly against my 
thigh. It felt wonderful. The touch of her sleeping body 
made me shudder with pleasure. Her eyelids fluttered.

"Mmmmmhhh," she said sleepily, and snuggled even closer 
to me. Her hand drifted down my body to find my 
throbbing erection. "MMMMMhhh!" she exclaimed in 
delight, stroking her discovery softly.

I was glad she was being gentle, because my dick had 
been through a lot the night before and I was just a 
little bit sore. I felt sure her pussy must be sore, and 
her asshole too, after all we had done together. She had 
been insatiable for experience. If she had heard of it, 
she wanted to try it, and she encouraged me to try 
things she hadn't ever heard of. 

I think we may even have made up a few things neither of 
us had imagined before. No doubt about it, Donna was the 
most curious, the most inventive, the most sexually 
audacious woman I had ever met. Who would have thought 
it? Not even Donna, I felt sure. But once released, her 
spirit of sexual adventure recognized no limits. This 
was certainly one well-fucked former virgin.

"Do you want to?" she asked, holding my stiff prick and 
looking up at me with her flashing eyes.

Who hesitates to answer a question like that? But I did. 
"I'm pretty sore," I said, "how about you?"

"Mm-hm," she answered. "That's how I know it wasn't all 
a dream."

"Oh it definitely was not a dream," I said. "I could 
never have dreamed all that."

Suddenly Donna let go of my dick and began feeling 
around on her backside. "You didn't really...?"

"Of course not. I used an ice cube."

"I feel so silly. You scared the piss out of me!"

"I can't believe how brave you were."

"You know," she said thoughtfully, "I think I must have 
needed that. I think I must have needed to learn that I 
can face my fear."

"What do you have to be afraid of?"

Donna propped herself on her elbow and looked at me 
seriously. "You don't know," she said.

"I can guess," I said.

"What?"

"Your dad."

Donna pulled herself up to a cross-legged sitting 
position. Knowing how important this must be to her, I 
struggled to look at her face instead of her exposed 
pussy. "How did you know?" she asked.

"I didn't. I don't. I just have an impression."

"Dad is pretty hard on all of us," Donna said. "I think 
he may knock Mom around some. He won't let her work 
outside the house, and he doesn't let her make any 
decisions. He has to be in charge." Donna lowered her 
head and whispered, "And he spanks me and Allison."

"Often?"

"All the time, for any little thing. He makes me pull my 
panties down. Once he made me take all my clothes off 
and he whipped me with his belt. And you know what else? 
Sometimes when he spanks me I can feel him getting 
hard."

"Has he ever...?"

"No, he never touched me... like that."

"God, Donna!"

"But you know," she said softly, "sometimes it gets me 
hot. I'm scared and I'm hurting and I'm hot all at the 
same time. And I hate it! But I didn't think I could 
stop it. Now I know I can. Thank you."

"What did I do?"

"The game we played last night," she said. She leaned 
forward and put her hands on my knees. Her face was 
alive with a sense of fresh discovery. "I didn't know 
why I wanted you to dominate me and humiliate me. But 
now I think I do. It's all about choice."

"Choice?"

"Don't you see?" she cried, and she was pounding on my 
knees in her excitement. "It was my choice. I chose to 
have you dominate me. And if I can choose domination, I 
can choose freedom from domination. I have a choice!"

I did see, and it explained a lot. It explained why 
Allison had to have me spank her. It explained why Debbi 
wanted the humiliation of getting fucked in the ass. 
Choice! And I had been the perfect man for them because 
as far as I can tell I am entirely free of any sadistic 
tendencies. I want to create pleasure, not cause pain. I 
wasn't going to get carried away by the game. So they 
could be in control. They could decide just how far they 
wanted to take it. Each in her own way had learned to 
take charge of her choices.

Donna had flung her arms around me in her excitement, 
and she was pressing her big, soft boobs against my 
chest. She was kissing all over my face, and I knew that 
pretty soon she was going to fasten herself onto my 
lips. We would make love again. And she would be lively 
and spontaneous, totally fearless and totally shameless. 
The woman she had discovered herself to be was an 
absolute wonder. Bright and lively, formidably 
intelligent, possessed of a sexual imagination 
completely without borders. When we were together, 
sparks flew.

And yet...

I had a choice to make, too. I had discovered Donna to 
be a powerfully alluring woman, impossible for any man 
to ignore. But there was Allison. Allison's sexuality 
had depth more than breadth. Hers was not the kind of 
active intelligence that stalked and then pounced on new 
knowledge and experience. No, her knowledge, her 
conviction grew organically somewhere deep within, to 
emerge already seamlessly a part of the total harmony of 
her being. That was the source of her astonishing 
certitude and self-assurance... and the hold she had on 
me. 

Donna excited me. Allison fulfilled me. The most 
important difference in my feelings for the two of them 
was as simple and profound as this. That extra dimension 
I had so unexpectedly found with Allison was missing 
with Donna. I was not in love with her and I never would 
be. I think she saw that as clearly as I did. It had 
been wonderful to wake up with Donna sleeping beside me. 
But deeply and certainly now I knew I wanted it to be 
someone else beside me for the rest of my life.

Her little sister.

-END-

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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