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(MM/f- teen, ped, inc, threesome) *** I pulled my thong up a tiny bit tighter, wiggled, enjoyed the feeling and then eased into my oldest and sexiest jeans, a pair that had belonged to both my sisters and were new about ten years ago. They were soft and pale, mended here and there and about two inches too short for my thirty-six inch inseam, but they had a twenty inch waist and they looked great and felt better, especially with that thick seam tight against my deep butt crack and bulging pussy lips. I had trouble with the top button, as usual, and cursed myself for that extra ice-cream sandwich. Then I threaded in the wide leather belt with the phallic silver buckle, tossed back my long red hair and looked in the mirror. I smiled and palmed my full breasts. It was a great look, enough to give most boys an erection and older men evil thoughts and my big nipples were already getting excited; I pinched them gently, twisting back and forth. I strode across the room and then back toward the mirror on my toes, watching my thighs move and my calves flex as my jugs bobbled. My mound and pudenda bulged and rippled nicely and when I turned aside I almost laughed at how well my globular buttocks were beautifully encased, like a pair of soccer balls, round and hard. It was enough to arouse anybody; it even sexually excited me and I stroked my seething slit and petted my excited clit as I buttoned the fly, crushing my outer labia and burying my little button. "Great ass," that was the compliment I wanted. I had gotten off in the shower after school and cleaned up carefully since I had done two boys that afternoon, two eager juniors who had been begging for it, doing my geometry and history projects for me all semester and slobbering over my pussy. It took less than thirty minutes to leave them both sobbing and spent while my favorite teacher, Mr. Robetson, watched with his big cock in his hand. Then he sodomized me on his desk as he does almost every Friday after school. That's the way he likes it and my English grade depends on it. I looked at several tops before deciding on the one I had made from a junior high athletic shirt, tight and short, baring my ribs and taut belly. It was colorless gray and completely shapeless, probably washed a hundred times like the jeans. It looked much too small in my hands, like a Barbie doll's costume. I had cut off the short sleeves and then made a crop top out of it in phases; chopping it shorter several times until the lower half of my big jugs was displayed when I raised my arms. Then I sat cross- legged and worked on the hem, pulling at it, tearing pieces off, fraying the threads until it was ragged and soft, clinging to my warm, young flesh like silk and moving with me, displaying my big tits. I pulled it over my curly head and drew it down over my fine pair of globular beauties, pawing them as I did, tempting myself but resisting. It showed my nipples wonderfully. My sisters were both 38D's now and I was sure I'd be there soon. I seldom wore a bra, worked hard to keep my pecs in good shape and had nipples that looked like the first joint of my thumb when they were excited. I looked in the mirror, grabbed my boobs, held them up and then let them go; they bobbled but looked great, the nipples distinct, the cloth stretched between them but softly clinging. I glanced at the clock. Daddy would be home soon. It was Friday, our day. I was eager to feel his mouth on my breasts, his fingers in my ass and then his big cock tearing me open and making me scream in whatever hole he wanted. I heard the car and trotted down the stairs, letting my jugs bobble freely, bouncing up and down, flapping the hem of my raggedy shirt about and exciting my nipples as my Jean's seam excited my whole pudenda. I waited in the kitchen, barefoot, feeling my vagina quivering, eager to mate, to serve, to be filled, to clap and release, to ripple and make him gasp. Most Fridays Daddy took a good hour to enjoy me in lots of different ways before he even changed his clothes. I learned a new position almost every week. I loved to do it standing up or bent over a chair back and last week he taught me how to bring him off with my feet. In he came, smiling but with another man, a young man right behind him, disappointing me. I pouted. Dad kissed me quickly, patted my butt and said, "Hi, Sweetie, meet Bill Young. We just hired him today. Bill, this is my youngest, Linda; she's starting high school in the fall." The handsome young man looked at me like most boys do, pulled his eyes away from my high breasts and shook my hand smiling and then licking his lips as I rotated my hips. "Friday my wife bowls," he told his new hire. "Won't be home till six. Come on in and she'll get you a beer." They went into the living room and I got two cold bottles, poured out a bowl of pretzels and took them in. Dad pulled me down next to him and palmed my right breast, lifting and squeezing with his hand up inside my raggedy shirt. "You're looking extra good, sweetie. What have you been up to?" I wiggled closer, smiled up at him and sighed in my best magnolia accent, "Jus' waitin' for you, Daddy. Do ah have to do him first?" "Of course," he said, "Bill's company and I've been telling him all about you. If you'll change your clothes, after you take care of him, we can go out to dinner together." He pinched my tit hard, and I squealed which is just what he wanted. I nodded and pouted, stroking Daddy's bulging groin with my elbow. I don't know how many times he had fucked me right on that sofa, maybe a hundred, and I screamed and creamed every single time, usually with both feet up in the air. I was eleven when we started, and eager to learn. Now I needed it, hadn't done it with a man except my teacher since Monday when I went to my brother's scout meeting and did five boys and the scoutmaster, pulling a train my brother called it, another first for me. Smiling, feeling my juices flowing, I crawled across to the lounge chair where Bill Young sat, beer in hand, my big breasts hanging loosely, moving to and fro, in and out of my shirt. I looked up at him and smiled as he spread his legs and reached down to grab my tattered top and yank it off. I giggled and pulled down his zipper as he crushed both my mounds. It hurt; I loved it. His hands were big and rough. Bill let go, leaned back and helped me get his swelling pecker out of his pants. It was a good-sized one and it was hardening fast so I slurped it right into my mouth, locked my lips on his shaft and got to work, not taking time to tit fuck him as I had intended, my right hand holding him down and my left squeezing his scrotum as I put my tongue to work. He closed his eyes and started getting longer and harder. I took a deep breath, opened my throat and swallowed him. He sat up quickly, dug his hands into my hair and came, gritting his teeth, squirting several times as I raked his rigid shaft with my teeth and let him ease it out. I licked him clean, squeezed his balls gently and he put his tool away. Daddy was ready for me, his big ram standing up proudly, a fleshy obelisk looking a foot long and impossibly thick. And I stood and stripped down my jeans and thong and then mounted him carefully, one knee by his hip and the other leg high, easing down on his rigid cock because it was so thick, screwing him in inch by inch, gritting my teeth. As usual, he grabbed me at the hips and pulled me all the way down on it. I gasped and he laughed and smacked my butt. We had barely started and Daddy was just nibbling on my right tit when I felt another hand on my waist and then the knob of a cock at my anus. I relaxed and Bill dug his fingers into my buttocks and let me have it, about six inches of it anyhow, still slick with my spit. He and Daddy soon got into a good rhythm, one in when the other eased out, and the room filled with grunting and the sound of smacking flesh. Getting double-teamed wasn't new to me since Daddy had brought men home before. Daddy bit me when he came and then the new guy ejaculated in me too, sobbing with pleasure. I grabbed my clothes after they pulled free, ran up the steps and right into the shower. Boy, was I hot. I calmed myself with my hand sprayer, got into my black spaghetti strap dress and fuck-me shoes, and we headed downtown, with me and Bill in the back seat swapping spit with his fingers exploring my quivering cunt but failing to find my "on" button. We had a good meal and then Daddy rented a room and we went up and wore each other out for an hour or so. Mom was home when we got back and Daddy introduced Bill while I hurried up to bed, trying to count how many times I had been poked, often with one guy in my mouth while the other got his rocks off in my young body. I sat at my computer and entered the new guy and summarized the action. I'll be fourteen next month, and Daddy says I can start dating and hooking up with guys if I'm careful. I've been on the pill for almost a year, since they caught Uncle Mike and me together in the basement. Ha ha, that was a really good one. I've already got a list of twenty potential lovers in my computer, twenty guys I've done and pictures of most of them with hard-ons and that's not counting my brother or the scouts or Bill. And they've got pictures of me too, my hook-ups, pictures to beat off by. I just love to pose and show off my tight-lipped pussy. Next year it's the high school crowd and then the community college boys, my ones my sisters always bragged about. Oh, about those scouts, since you asked so nicely. My brother's fifteen and, like my father, well hung. He and I exercise each other when we need sex, nothing serious, just suck and fuck, usually from behind because he seems to get deeper that way. So it was my brother's turn to have the meeting of these senior scouts, most of them Eagles. And their scoutmaster, a tall guy who taught at the middle school, he saw me almost naked at the computer when he came in and asked me if I would come down later. I said sure and after a while went down to the basement and found that they were doing a unit on sex education. Well, most of these guys were fifteen and sixteen, and I guessed that sex to them meant their left hand since they were mostly dorks and nerds. So anyhow, the leader asked me to lie down on the leather sofa and he pulled off my shorts and panties and did show and tell with my genitals, getting me pretty excited as he explained how girls work and pried me open and poked around. When he got his middle fingers up in my vagina and found my G-spot, his thumb was annoying my clit, and I kind of lost it and pretty soon all these guys had their short or pants off and got in line, I think by seniority or something. The scoutmaster sat on the big sofa with my head in his lap, his limp cock lying across my face, and they took turns on me, all five of them including my stupid brother; one of them was pretty big; the others were just average. They all came in three or five thrusts, the dorks. Then he made me get face down on the couch with my rump in the air, up on my knees, and after he humped me hard while standing behind me, the boys had another turn, poking me from behind, but no sodomy. Most did better the second time, but they didn't bring me off. When they were done, the man thanked me and I wobbled away with a lot of semen oozing down the inside of my legs. When the meeting was over, my brother came into my room, grinning. "You were great," he said as he stripped. "I wasn't sure you could do it." He got up between my legs and went down on me for the first time ever. No boy had ever eaten me out, but he kept right at it until I gasped and creamed and soaked his face. Then he mounted up and rode me again. I was sore for a week. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 75