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		A Happy Accident 
		by Joseph A Higgins

Chapter 1

It had been a long, shitty week at work, and I was looking forward to a
relaxing weekend alone at home. My first mission was snacks and booze.
I stopped by the market on my way home from the office to pick up some
junk food: soda, beer, frozen pizzas, and chips. You know, the staples
of any bachelor's diet.

With my mission accomplished, I carried my bags out of the store. As I
approached my car, I saw that something was wrong: There was another
car, blocking the road, and a sobbing woman standing next to my car. It
was then that I spotted the big dent in my back bumper. 'Shit.' As
though I were dying, my fantasy of a relaxing weekend flashed before my
eyes. I was going to end up pissed off and stressed all weekend. I
determined to take out my frustration at losing my relaxation at the
dumb woman who took it away from me.

"What happened here?", I asked pretty sternly.

The woman looked up at me with fear (and tears) in her eyes. Except
that she wasn't a woman. Just a teenager.  'Great,' I thought, 'Now I
get to deal with pissed off parents denying that their little angel did
anything wrong.'

"What happened?" I repeated.

She completely crumbled. "a-a-ah, it w-was an acc-accident."

I sighed. I couldn't play a tough guy with a kid.

"I'm sure it was. Accidents happen. Here, move your car back into the
parking space so you're not blocking the road. We can exchange
information."


I was speaking English, right? I wasn't sure, since she just stared at
me wide eyed and terrified. She didn't move. Her car was still running.


"I'm going to move it then, okay?"

She stared at me.

I sighed again, and set my bags behind my car, walked around to her
driver side door, and hopped in. I popped the car into reverse, looked
into the rear view mirror to back up into the parking spot, and nearly
had a heart attack and crashed the car myself. Looking back at me in
the mirror was a pair of deep brown doe eyes.

"I'm just going to park the car, okay? Everything's okay."

The eyes blinked at me in the mirror, and a soft voice asked, "Is my
sister in trouble?"

"Well, not with me, she's not. Maybe with your parents though, I don't
know."

The eyes blinked again.

I parked the car and walked back over to the sobbing teenager. She had
her head down again and I could see her tears dripping onto her shirt
and the ground. I took a moment and looked her over. She was about 5'3"
with shoulder length brown hair. She was average build - perfect
really. She had on sweats with those furry boots girls love to wear
these days. Her clothes were pretty loose fitting, but I could see the
signs of a few important curves. It was evident that she was not
overweight, though she didn't appear to be extremely skinny either.
Like I said, perfect.

After spending a brief moment appraising the girl, I realized I would
be stuck here all night if I didn't get things going. I decided trying
to be nice would get me home and drinking beer a lot sooner than trying
to scare the poor girl.

"Hey, it's okay. Everybody has accidents. It's not the end of the
world."

She sniffed, and looked up at me, her eyes still wide with fear.

"Listen, when I was your age I'd already been in a couple accidents. It
is bound to happen to every teenager. It won't be that bad."

She looked at me a moment, and finally spoke, "You don't know my dad...
He's going to kill me. I'm never going to be able to leave the house
again." She started sobbing again.

I tried again. "I'm sure he'll understand. Accidents happen."

She shook her head back and forth. "I wasn't supposed to be driving. My
parents are out of town for the weekend. I just got my license a few
days ago. We just wanted to get something to eat..."

That made sense. She did look pretty young, and I knew that in my state
minors were not allowed to carry passengers when they first got their
license. It also explained why a kid was driving a very nice Mercedes.
Dad probably was going to kill her... I thought back to when I was her
age and tried to comfort her.

"It's not the end of the world. It's Friday. You can probably find a
body shop that's open tomorrow." I glanced at the dent. " It's pretty
big but it's not too bad. They should be able to fix the dent and the
paint won't be hard to match. "

She stared at me, and I could see the expression of hope on her face.
"Really??"

I was starting to feel better. This wasn't going to be so bad. I'd be
home on the couch in just a few minutes...

"Yeah, really. I used to do some body work back in the day. I know
they'll be able to do it real easy. Just look a body shop online. With
the dent and the paint, it shouldn't be much more than $350"

"Oh." Her excitement was gone. "That's a lot..."

"Ah.. you don't have any money?"

"Just $30 left from what they left us for food..."

Once again, I sighed. "Well, it's okay. Just tell your dad you'll get a
part time job and pay him back. He'll probably get over it."

"Noooo...." she groaned. "He can't find out!"

"Sorry, sweetie, but I don't think there's any other way. Look, I won't
call the insurance company until after your dad comes back and calls
me. We can figure out how to handle it."

"No no no no no" she kept saying, shaking her said. "You said you used
to fix cars? Can't you do it? I can pay you back with my allowance and
then my dad doesn't have to know. I get $20 a month from my parents."

"I don't think that's a good idea. Besides, at $20 a month it will take
a year and a half to pay me, longer if you think about interest. Plus,
how do I know you won't just disappear on me? I don't really do that
kind of work anymore, and that's not really how I planned on spending
my weekend."

The tears started again. So did the sobbing. I stood for probably two
minutes, just watching her cry. She was beautiful, and I really did
feel sorry for her. I hated to see her so scared. While I was thinking
about that, the tears suddenly stopped. Then the sniffling stopped. She
looked up, met my eyes with defiance, and spoke again.

"You have to help me."

"I do?" I almost laughed.

"Please," she said, trying to force strength into her voice. "I'll do
anything."

She was looking straight into my eyes. 'How cliche is that?' I thought.
I had to give it to her though, she found some guts, somewhere. I did
not even seriously consider it. In fact, I didn't even seriously
consider that SHE was seriously considering  it.  I decided to play
along with the cliche though.

"Anything?" I asked, returning her stare.

Her strength broke, and she glanced away. She surprised me, though,
when she spoke again.

"Anything.... My dad really cannot find out I drove his car."

Okay, enough of that game. "What exactly are you saying?" I asked, a
little frustrated.

"What do you think I'm saying?" She met my eyes again, these time
pleading.

"Okay. Let's exchange information. If you bring the car by my place
tomorrow, we can see what we can do. If you don't show up, no problem.
I'll call your dad on Monday and we'll figure everything out."

I still wasn't sure if she knew what she was hinting at. I thought I
was being pretty kind, leaving her a way out if she got cold feet. She
nodded, though, and I snapped pictures of her car and ID with my phone,
and jotted down my name and address for her. I was highly amused by her
at this point. She was a cute, gutsy girl. I knew she was just playing,
so I decided to play along. As she turned to walk away, I called out to
her.

"Hey." She stopped and turned around. "Bring your sister," I said. She
peered at my with a puzzled expression for a moment, but nodded, and
then turned and got into her car.

Chapter 2

The next morning, I woke up feeling awkward and relieved. What had I
been thinking yesterday? I wasn't quite sure, but I was very thankful
that I hadn't actually gone through with anything. I gave her an out,
and she would take it. I'd work with her dad to figure out the damages
and I'd never see her again. In fact, I almost convinced myself that
none of it even happened. I had done such a good job convincing myself,
actually, that when the doorbell rang around noon, I thought it was
probably just some salesman.

It wasn't, though. The door opened to reveal two girls standing
nervously on my doorstep. We all stood frozen for a few minutes, not
sure what to do. I probably would have stood there staring for a few
minutes if I didn't suddenly realize I had better get these two young
girls off my doorstep. So, I stepped back and ushered them inside,
quickly closing the door behind them. The older girl, whose name was
Molly (a fact I had learned from the picture of her driver's license I
took the night before), was no longer dressed in baggy sweats that hid
her figure. Her tight jeans hugged her curves nicely. She had slim, but
not skinny legs, and nicely flared hips. An equally tight red t-shit
showed that she had a flat stomach and fair sized breasts - I'd guess
between B and C cup. She had obviously spent some time on her
appearance today. Her medium brown hair, which hung just past her
shoulders, was curled. It didn't look like she had put on any make-up
(a good thing, I'm not a fan of the stuff myself), but her skin was
light and smooth. Her eyes sparkled, a vast improvement over the puffy
red crying eyes of yesterday.

"Hi Molly," I said, still unsure what to do at this point. She met my
eyes for a moment, and then glanced away.

"Hi..."

I turned to the little sister. She looked to be junior high aged, maybe
twelve. She had on a navy blue pleated skirt that came down to
mid-thigh, which showed off her skinny legs. Her top was a white button
down blouse, which hid the size and shape of her breasts (if she had
any). Her face shared many similarities with her sister: same nose,
same mouth, same sparkling brown eyes. Her hair was cropped to chin
length, and straight. Needless to say, I thought she was very cute. In
an attempt to break the ice, I spoke to her.

"Hello. I'm Jason." I put out my hand, which she shyly shook. "What's
your name?"

"Megan..."

"Nice to meet you, Megan." I smiled my best charming, disarming smile.
She smiled back, although she didn't meet my eyes, and her face turned
a bit pink.. I turned to Molly again.

"Have you guys had lunch? Maybe I can put a frozen pizza in for you or
something."

Molly looked startled a moment, but then smiled.

"That'd be great," she said. "We haven't eaten yet..."

I showed them to the living room, told them to turn on the TV and make
themselves at home, and I would go throw a pizza in the oven." They
both plopped down onto the couch right away.

Once in the kitchen, I leaned against the counter and once again
wondered what the hell I was doing. This was crazy. I had two underage
girls in my living room who were here for the technically unspoken but
very clearly implied purpose of sex. Was this considered blackmail? I
did tell Molly I'd call her father otherwise. Blackmail is illegal,
isn't it? Shit, it was illegal either way. I didn't think I would
survive very long in prison.

While this internal dialogue was spinning up in my brain, the girls had
obviously done as I instructed and made themselves at home. I could
hear whispering and some giggling coming from the other room. I
couldn't help but wonder if it was some kind of trick, but even if it
was, I was in too deep to pretend it was anything other than what it
was. I decided to just give in.  I put the pizza in the oven, set the
timer, and walked out to the living room.

They had certainly made themselves at home, although I'm not sure what
I walked in to would have gone on in their home. Both girls were
sitting on the couch, staring wide eyed at the TV, which was showing
one of those terrible softcore cable pornos.

"Ah, should you be watching this?" I asked, stupidly forgetting under
what pretext they were even here.

Megan was giggling and blushing. Molly just grinned and said, "I just
thought it would make it not so embarrassing..."

I had to give it to her. It definitely broke the ice, and it seemed to
have made the girls not so nervous. I was still feeling extremely
nervous, on the other hand. Still, I was lost to it at this point. I
sat down next to Molly on the sofa and for awhile we just watched what
was going on in the movie. That kind of softcore, fake TV porn doesn't
do anything to me, but sitting next to a teenager girl while she
watched it did do something for me. I watched her out of the corner of
my eye, and I could see that it was having an effect on her. Her skin
was a little flushed as she stared at the TV in fascination.

Emboldened by my lust, I reached over and placed my hand on her leg,
just above the knee. She gave a little jump, but looked down at my hand
and smiled shyly before turning her attention back to the TV. I leaned
forward to whisper in her ear.

"Have you ever watched porn before like this?"

"Once," she whispered back. "At my friend's house." Perhaps she sensed
the probing nature of me question, because she quickly added, "I'm not
a virgin, you know."

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. She was 16, after all. I'd
never been with a virgin before, though, so I did feel a tiny bit
disappointed. I reminded myself that surely her sister was a virgin.
Not wanting to let the conversation die out and become awkward again, I
asked her about her experiences.

She seemed to have lost all her shyness as she spoke pretty easily.

"Last year, I was a sophomore, and I was dating a senior. We went to
prom together and had sex after."

"How was it?" I asked.

"Bad," she laughed. "It hurt. But it got better after that. We did it a
lot before he went away to college. He broke up with me when he left.
He said he wanted to be available for more mature relationships in
college." She snorted at that last part.

"I'm sorry. Young guys are assholes, you know." She smiled when I said
that, then quickly got a devilish look on her face.

"Just young guys? What about older guys who blackmail poor innocent
girls?" That stung! She must have seen my pained expression as I slowly
lifted my hand off her leg, because she laughed and quickly put her
hand over mine to keep it there.

"I was just joking. Actually, I think you're really cute and I've
thought a lot these days about how I'd like to be with an older man...
and suddenly you appeared."

I blinked, confused. "What, did you crash into my car so you could
seduce me?"

She laughed, loudly. "Of course not! That's crazy. But I'm glad it was
your car and not some scary, creepy old dude."

I let that process for a moment, enjoying the warmth of having my hand
sandwiched between her hand and her leg. After a few seconds, I reached
out with my other hand, took hers gently, and pulled her up onto my
lap. She didn't resist.

With her seated on my lap, my arms were able to explore her a bit more
easily. I was nervous, maybe more nervous than she was, so I started
out just rubbing her leg through her jeans. She must have liked the
feeling, because she sighed softly and leaned back against me. I slowly
began moving my hands up her body, until I was holding her firm
breasts. I could see by now that her eyes were closed, and her breaths
were slow and deep.

After a few moments of gently squeezing her breasts through her t-shirt
and bra, I brought my hands down, gripped the bottom of her shirt, and
began to lift. She raised her arms into the air so I could pull the
shirt over her head. She had on a blue and white striped bra. I figured
I was right in my initial guys: her breasts were between a B and a C. I
wasted very little time admiring her bra. I quickly unclasped it and
tossed it onto the floor on top of her discarded t-shirt.

Molly's breasts were magnificent. They were milky white, obviously
never having been kissed by sunlight. Her nipples were about the size
of a half dollar. They were puffy and pink. I brought my hands back up
to her breasts and gently traced circles on her skin, first around her
breast itself, and slowly circling inward until I was tracing her puffy
nipples. They reacted as expected: they stiffened and became two pink
little towers upon a pair of snow-white hills.

The teen was obviously enjoying the attention I was giving her breasts.
She closed her eyes and bit her lip. I could have sat there for hours,
playing with her breasts and teasing her nipples. I am an impatient
man, however, so I soon found myself lowering my hands to the clasps of
her jeans, which I soon had undone and unzipped. Her panties matched
her bra: light blue. I ran my hands over her flat belly for a moment
before slipping it inside her panties.

Below her mound, which was covered in silky hair, I found her pussy
lips. There I found more confirmation that she was enjoying what I was
doing to her. Her pussy was wet. I slid my middle finger up and down
her lips, savoring the hot, slick feeling. I was already in heaven, so
I was looking forward to how it would feel to slide my cock into this
teen's body. I removed my hand from her panties, and started to push
down her jeans. Guessing my intention, Molly lifted her butt off my
lap, allowing me to remove her jeans and panties in one go. I would
have loved to just take her right at that moment, but still had the
pesky problem of my own clothes. I obviously couldn't remove them with
her on my lap, so I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her onto her
feet.

As I went to remove my own shorts, Molly quickly caught on and kneeled
on the floor in front of me and helped me pull my shorts and boxers
down and off. I watched as her eyes locked on my raging hard-on.

"It's big" she blurted, her eyes never moving away from it.

I was flattered, but I had to laugh. "Not really," I told her. "I'm
average, at best."

She looked like she didn't believe me. I guessed that she'd realize in
a few years that I was telling the truth. Even though I knew it wasn't
the case, it stroked my ego to hear. I watched her staring at my cock,
mesmerized. Finally, the reached out, slowly, and touched it. Her hand
wrapped around my shaft.

"It's hot," she said, still in a trance. Her hand began slowly moving
up and down, the pressure causing a big drop of pre-cum to leak out of
the head. It felt so good to have this teenager slowly pumping my cock.
I was so caught up in the feeling that I didn't even notice her leaning
forward until she had my head in her mouth. I let out a groan of
pleasure, and instinctively reached my hand out and placed it on the
back of her head, letting my fingers run through her soft brown hair.
Her mouth was hot and wet. Although it was obvious that she was not
very experienced giving blowjobs, Molly gave it her best and the result
was incredible. She slid her hand up and down the length of my cock
while she held the head in her mouth. Her tongue licked softly at the
underside of the mushroom.

It was at that moment, at the height of pleasure, that I remembered
there was not just the two of us here. I looked over at where Megan was
sitting, and ours eyes met. She had turned away from the action on the
TV to focus on the action six feet away from her. Her face was flushed
and her eyes were wide with wonder. She was holding her own hand, tight
enough to turn her knuckles white. I briefly wondered if that was to
keep her from playing with herself.

I didn't want Megan to be left out of all the fun, so I beckoned to her
with my left hand, my right still tangled in her sister's hair. The
pre-teen hesitated for a moment, but when I gestured again she slowly
slid of the couch to her knees, and crawled over to where her older
sister was already kneeling. Molly noticed this and leaned back, the
head of my cock popping out from between her lips. Still holding my rod
with her left hand, Molly reached over with her right, took her sisters
hand in hers, and wrapped her fingers just above where her own were.
Megan looked unsure, but slowly began moving her hand up and down, just
as Molly had done. I let out a low moan of pleasure.

Megan was certainly a quick study. In no time at all she was pumping my
shaft with her fist while she gave my cockhead a tongue bath. It was
not the best blowjob I ever received, but it felt ten times better
because I was getting it from a shy little pre-teen. Just seeing her
lips stretched around my modest member was enough to bring me to the
edge. Not wanting to blow my load so quickly, I stopped the girl. She
looked up at me questioningly, but backed up a little when she saw me
pulling Molly up onto my lap.

I wasted no time. I aimed my cock upwards, and the sixteen year old
girl slid down to the hilt, exhaling deeply, as if my cock was pushing
the air out of her as it invaded her body. She was tight but there was
no discomfort - one of the benefits of a girl who isn't a virgin. I put
my hands on her waist, lifting her slim body up a few inches and began
thrusting. I started out slow and purposeful. My hard rod slid out a
few inches, and thrust back into her. Each time I did this, she let out
a little whimper. I picked up the pace, fucking her hard and fast now.
Less than two feet from where we were joined, little Megan kneeled. Her
eyes were locked on the juncture between her older sister and the man
who had been a stranger just a few minutes before.  I was already on
the edge from the blowjobs, and the combination of Molly's hot, sexy
body, and the look in Megan's eyes as she watched my cock slamming into
her sister's pussy, drove me to the point of no return. Molly gave a
yelp of surprise as I lifted her completely off of my shaft, turned her
body, and dropped her on her knees in front of me again. As soon as she
saw my face and my hand pumping my own cock, she immediately guessed
what was happening and dove in to help. Her hand replaced mine and I
once again found the top third of my manhood inside the mouth of this
sexy sixteen year old. That was enough to do it, and the cum erupted
from my cock and into her mouth. Even though she knew it was coming, it
must have surprised her because her hand fell from my lap as she
struggled to contain the flow of liquid which quickly filled her mouth.

When my orgasm ceased, I sat back in my seat and let the air rush from
my lungs. I saw Molly still kneeling between my legs, her cheeks puffed
out and a frantic look in her eye. I laughed and handed her some
tissues from the side table, which she immediately filled with my spent
seed.

She opened her mouth again to say something when we were suddenly
interrupted by a beeping from the kitchen.

"Oh shit, the pizza," I began, starting to rise.

"I'll get it!" Molly exclaimed, jumping to her feet and scampering into
the kitchen. Ten seconds later, she shouted that she couldn't find a
hot pad, so I got to my feet and joined her in the kitchen. It wasn't
long before we were all standing around the island in my kitchen,
munching on pizza. As I ate, I marveled at what a spectacle we must be.
A naked teenager, standing next to a man twice her age who was wearing
only a t-shirt, standing next to a fully clothed but obviously
flustered pre-teen. Megan was adorable and funny. She ate her pizza in
silence, obviously unsure of where to look.

Chapter 3

After we had each eaten a couple pieces of pizza, Molly asked if she
could take a shower. I told her where to find the bathroom and she took
off down the hall. Megan looked startled at suddenly being alone with
me, so I told her to make herself at home in the living room while I
cleaned up the kitchen.

We hadn't made much of a mess, so I was done in about two minutes. I
joined Megan back on the sofa and saw she had switched the TV to
something a bit more tame. Suddenly feeling awkward, I slid my boxers
back on. I sat silently for a moment, watching her trying entirely too
hard to focus on the TV and not acknowledge my existence. I wasn't sure
if she was just shy, or scared. I wasn't sure how to break the ice, but
decided it wouldn't do me any good to treat her like a kid.

"I hope you're not unhappy about before. I hope you didn't feel like
you had no choice but to do it. You don't have to do anything you don't
want, you know."

She looked at me, startled.

"No... it's not like that. I've just never done that before." She
blushed, her cheeks turning a faint pink.

We sat silently for a few seconds before she spoke again.

"Umm... was it okay? I mean.. did I do it right?"

I laughed. "Of course it was okay. It was amazing." I smiled at her,
trying to be as un-threatening as possible.

She blushed again and looked down. "I thought maybe it wasn't very good
since I never did it before and Molly has. I thought you liked her
because she does it better than me."

I was taken slightly aback. I could read between the lines, and I
suddenly felt bad for Megan. You can tell a lot about a person if you
pay attention to their words and their manner of speech. Here, sitting
next to me, was a pretty little girl who was obviously unhappily living
in her big sisters shadow. I was the youngest in my family, so I knew
what it felt like to look up to an older sibling and wonder if you
would ever be as good as them.

I smiled sweetly again, and leaned towards her to whisper to her.

"Don't tell your sister, but liked it with you more."

She looked at me skeptically.

"It's true!" I insisted. "That's why I switched so suddenly - you
almost made me cum right away." It felt awkward saying this to a young
girl, but I supposed there was nothing to feel awkward about
considering less than an hour ago she had my penis in her mouth.

My words did seem to lift her spirits a bit. She had a slight smile on
her face and was sitting up a bit straighter.

"Was that the first time you saw a man's penis?"

Megan shook her head.

"I saw my sister and her boyfriend before..." she began. "Don't tell
her!" she added, frantically.

Laughing, I promised that it would be our little secret. I asked her to
describe what she saw, and marveled at how cute and sexy she looked as
she nervously told me about spying on her older sister having sex with
her boyfriend. The story had us both thoroughly excited again. I could
tell she was by the flush in her cheeks and the tone of her voice. I
could tell I was by the massive erection which was tenting my boxers.

As Megan spoke, I watched her carefully. She had small, delicate
features which we accented by her straight,  short hair, which reached
only to her chin. While her sister had the confidence, beauty and sex
appeal of a teenager, Megan was more reserved. I could tell she was
self conscious and a few of her chosen phrases made me think that she
thought she wasn't attractive at all. By the time she finished telling
the story, I was determined to show her how attractive she was.

"How old are you?" I interjected, as she finished her story.

"Eleven..." she said, meekly.

I leaned closer to her, causing her to blush again and lean back a bit.

"You're very beautiful." I whispered.

She looked almost hurt. "I'm not... look at Molly. She's prettier than me
and she has boobs."

I shook my head. "You are, trust me. Your hair is pretty and cute." I
lifted my hand to her face. "...and your face is beautiful. You have big,
pretty eyes, and sexy lips."

Somehow, her blush deepened.

"Do you really think so?"

I leaned close, whispering in to her ear.

"I really think so. Actually, I think you are more beautiful than your
sister is."

She blinked at me in amazement.

"But I don't even have any boobs... I don't have a sexy body."

"Let me see." I said, taking a risk.

Megan didn't move for a few seconds.

"You really want to see me?" she asked, her voice soft as a mouse.

"I do." I told her. "Why do you think I told your sister to bring you?"

That last bit was a little white lie, I'll admit. Telling Molly to
bring her sister was an afterthought, and meant more to shock the girl
and make her reconsider. Now that I had spent some time with Megan,
however, I felt an emotional connection with the girl. Sure, the brazen
confidence of a sixteen year old girl is exciting and arousing, but
those are emotions driven purely by lust. The shy insecurity of this
pre-teen made me remember my own self-consciousness at her age. She was
sweet and pretty, attractive in a way that her older sister never could
be.

Megan, although obviously still very nervous, seemed slightly
emboldened by my encouragement. She stood up from the sofa, and stood
in front of me. She froze there, watching me shyly, unsure of how to
proceed. Without thinking, my hands rose to gently hold her by the
shoulders. I smiled at her, genuinely feeling love for this girl.

"Can I take off your clothes?" I asked, not wanted to frighten her by
acting without asking.

She didn't speak, but slowly nodded.

My hands moved to the top button of her blouse, and carefully
unfastened it. One by one, top to bottom, I opened her shirt. As the
shirt opened before my eyes, I saw a white training bra, and a flat,
skinny belly. Once the buttons were all open, I pulled the shirt off of
her arms, and placed it on the sofa where she had just been sitting.
Without giving her time to reconsider, I gently grasped the bottom of
her training bra at her sides, and began to lift it up. She raised her
hands, and I pulled the bra over her head and placed it on top of her
blouse.

She had not been entirely honest. She DID have boobs, although I can
see why she would say she didn't. To her, the things on her chest were
probably just an insult, a constant reminded that she was a little kid
- not like her sister. To me, however, there were two little cones, no
bigger than small kiwis, with tiny, but puffy, pink nipples.

As soon as her training bra was off, Megan had begun to raise her arms
to cover her tiny breasts. Before she could, however, my hands slid up
her body and came to rest just below her rib cage, just below her
breasts.

"See..." she began, her voice full of disappointment.

"See what?" I asked. "All I see is an incredible and beautiful young
woman."

Her eyes sparkled at me, as if she wanted to laugh and cry at the same
time.

"I'm not. I don't have any boobs," she said again.

"You do," I assured her. I ran my fingers up her ribs and cupped her
little breasts in my hands. "See. Two wonderful little breasts. They
are still growing, but I think they are perfect already."

I don't know if any male, man or boy, had ever flattered her or paid
any attention to her before. I supposed not, because she looked at me
with big brown doe eyes, her expression telling me that she was just as
infatuated with me as I was with her.

I gently massaged the young girls growing breasts, my eyes alternating
between them and her face. Her skin was smooth, and her breasts soft
and perky. Her nipples quickly hardened, two puffy little eraser heads
with such a light pink color they were almost indistinguishable from
her breasts themselves. I decided I wanted to take one in my mouth, and
pulled her closer so that I could. Her breasts were small enough that I
could fit the entire thing in my mouth as I flicked my tongue over her
nipple and gently sucked.

After I paid attention to her chest for some time, I wanted to see the
rest of her. I reached behind her, found the zipper to her skirt, and
unzipped it, all without removing her breast from my mouth. I did let
go, however, and leaned back as pulled her skirt down her skinny legs.
My eyes feasted on her flesh. She had on a pair of light pink cotton
panties, almost the same shade as her nipples. They were "in between"
panties - not the kind a little kid would wear, but they lacked the fit
and cut of adult panties. They suited her, a girl just beginning the
road to womanhood.

A quick glance at Megan's face showed that she was nervously biting her
lower lip. I decided to take things a bit slow, so once she stepped out
of her skirt and stood before me in only her little pink panties, I
slowly ran my hands back up her legs, savoring the soft touch of her
pure white skin. As my hands came to her thighs, I gave them a soft
squeeze before bringing my hands behind her and giving her butt a
squeeze as well. I massaged her butt through her panties for a minute
or two, and then brought my hands back to her sides and grasped the
waistband of her panties between my thumbs and forefingers.

She didn't move or say a word, just smiled shyly at me. Taking her lack
of response to mean she had no objections, I slowly pulled her panties
down and off. She stood before me now, naked, in all her eleven year
old glory. Her pussy was a pair of puffy lips with a crack in the
middle. She didn't have the open gash or exposed inner lips of a more
sexually experienced girl. There were only a few strands of hair on her
mound. It was my first time seeing a young, innocent pussy like that,
and I found myself incredibly aroused by the sight. Unable to resist, I
brought my hand up and ran a single finger along the outside of one
puffy outer lip. Again, I brushed her skin, this time my fingertip
tracing the cleft of her pussy lips.

It was all too much to bear. Having this pretty, sexy young girl in
front of me only made me want more. Looking at her previously
untouched, still virgin pussy had made my cock harder than steel. I
wasn't sure if I would be able to have sex with such a small girl, but
I knew that I had to at least have a taste of that pussy. I knew that
there was no way that skinny little frame had any weight to it, so I
lifted her easily, sat her on the sofa, and slid to my knees in front
of her. She looked startled, initially, but didn't resist as I placed
my hands on her knees and pushed her legs apart.

As Megan's legs spread, so did her outer lips. I found myself looking
straight at the pink inner lips of the eleven year old's virgin pussy. 
I leaned forward to get a closer look, and carefully examined the
flawless flesh of this young girl. Before I knew what I was doing, my
tongue was out. I heard a sharp intake of breath when my tongue first
came into contact with her pussy. Although she initially tensed up at
my sudden oral attack, Megan quickly melted under the relentless
pressure my tongue and lips places on her pussy.

"Oh my godddd...." were the only words to escape her lips, almost lost
among an endless stream of moans and gasps. I took personal pride in
knowing I was introducing this shy but curious virgin to the wonders of
sexual contact. Her pussy quickly became wet, wetter than I knew an
eleven year old could get. I don't know how to describe her juices
except to say that the fluid had a subtle, clean taste. I licked at her
hole, feeling with my tongue the barrier that proved she was a virgin.
I rested my tongue at that barrier, and gently but firmly pressed at
it. Megan responded with a low grunt of discomfort, so I immediately
relented. Instead, I flicked my tongue up, finding her hood and the
little button beneath. As I manipulated her clit with my tongue, her
breathing became slower and deeper, and soon her moaning picked up
again. I had just decided that I'd be happy to eat out this youngster
until the end of time when a voice called out behind me,  causing both
Megan and I to jump.


Chapter 4

"Starting again without me?" Molly said, jokingly.

I dropped back onto my heels and turned to look at Molly. I half
expected her to be angry that I'd spoiled her young, virgin sister, but
the teen had a knowing smirk.

"How was your shower?" I asked, not sure what else to say. Molly was
wearing bathrobe, the fluffy fabric making her look like an angel
wearing a cloud.

"It was great. Your hot water lasts a lot longer than ours. I wouldn't
have taken so long if I knew you were raping my little sister, though."

My mouth hung open for a second, and Megan started to stammer something
in my defense, but Molly started laughing. She came over and plopped
down on the sofa next to her sister.

"How come I didn't get any of that?" she asked me, teasingly. Her knees
were shoulder width apart, but the robe was too big for her, and
covered everything pretty completely. I tossed the fabric aside,
bringing her pussy into view once again. For half a second, I was
disappointed. I shook myself out of it though - it would be a terrible
thing to become so addicted to young virgin pussy that I couldn't even
face a sexy teen pussy. I dove right in, without wasting time.

Molly tasted clean, too, being fresh from the shower. It was different
though, in some way I cannot describe. The sixteen year old's pussy
became much wetter, much faster than her sister's. Knowing that she was
experienced with sex, I didn't hold back. I attacked her pussy with
everything I had. I wouldn't call myself an expert at oral sex, but
I've never had complaints (here's a tip: trace the alphabet with your
tongue, pay as much attention to the outer lips as the inner ones, and
give the clit a break now and then - it is more sensitive than you
think). Molly certainly responded to my efforts. Before I knew it, both
her hands were tangled in my hair, nearly pulling it out, and her body
was bucking on my tongue. When her orgasmic shudders finally released
her, I dropped back onto my heels once again, panting.

"That.... was amazing!" the teen half-shouted. "I never felt anything
like that in my life!"

The flattery made me feel good about myself, despite the fact that I
knew that I was nothing special in the sex department. I crawled up
onto the couch between the two girls, and leaned back, giving myself a
few minutes to catch my breath. In the meantime, my hands stroked the
thighs of my new lovers. Molly had her eyes closed, and looked nearly
asleep, but her sister had turned to face me and had her eyes locked on
the tent in my boxers.

"Do you want to see it again?" I asked her. She nodded. I had my boxers
off in two seconds flat, and now she was once again staring at the
rigid cock of a man nearly three times her age. After eyeing my
erection for a few minutes, she got up the nerve to reach out and touch
it. My cock reacted by twitching in her hand. This caused her to giggle
a little as she began to stroke it.

As I enjoyed the pre-teen's handjob, my right hand once again explored
her body. Her little nipples were still hard, and her body shivered as
my fingers gently slid down her body and came in contact with her pussy
again. I let my fingertips roam her mound and pussy lips, trying to
stimulate her. Her body reacted and her pussy began to moisten again.

Molly, who was not really sleeping but was watching us out of the
corner of her eye, slid back down onto the floor in front of me. As her
little sister slowly pumped my cock, the teen leaned forward and began
licking my shaft and balls. She even took on of my balls in her mouth,
sucking softly. We carried on like this for some time before Megan
finally spoke.

"Do you think this can fit inside of me?" I wasn't sure if she was
speaking to me or her sister. I looked at Molly who shrugged.

"Maybe... but it will probably hurt the first time." I told her.

"Did it really hurt a lot?" Megan asked her sister.

"Umm... a little the first time. But I was older than you and my first
time was with my boyfriend, not an adult."

Megan looked to be pondering this for a few moments. I didn't say or do
anything, my hand frozen on her thigh. Finally, she seemed like she had
made up her mind, as she suddenly got a very determined look on her
face.

"I want to try it," is all she said. I looked at Molly again, I guess
for permission, and the older girl just shrugged again and nodded.

"Okay," I said to the youngster. "Sit on my lap so you can control how
much it goes in. If it hurts too much you can just get off."

Megan nodded without losing that determined expression. I could tell
she really wanted to go through with it. She crawled onto my lap and
sat just above my raging penis, the mushroom head poking out from
between her legs. I reached around her body to place both hands on her
mound. I caressed her a bit, allowing my fingers to tease the top of
her pussy before diving in and feeling her wetness. Satisfied that she
was as wet and ready as she'd ever be, I placed my hands on her hips
and lifted her slightly. She got the idea and rose off of me
completely, her knees on the sofa on either side of my legs. Molly
seemed to get the idea too, as she reached out to grasp my member,
pointing it up and towards her little sister's slit.


With my hands on her waist, guiding her down, and her older sister
guiding my erection, Megan slowly lowered herself on to me. I felt the
head of my cock meet her pussy, just below her hole. It slid along her
pussy, until it was pressed firmly against the little girl's
maidenhood. We all stopped then. The room was silent save for the heavy
breathing of three sexually charged individuals.

Megan was the first to move. I felt her attempt to press herself onto
my cockhead before immediately backing off. She did this a few more
times. I wasn't sure that this was going to be possible. Even for an
eleven year old, she was a skinny girl, and although I was not massive,
I was still a full grown adult.

"Maybe this won't work," I suggested, finally. Although my cock was
absolutely dying to taste the inside of this sweet virgin, I genuinely
did not want to hurt her. Molly seemed to agree, as she was nodding her
head.

"No... just let me try to.." Megan never finished the sentence. She had
dropped her body down with some force, causing the head of my cock to
tear through her maidenhead. She let out a shriek then, but didn't move
to raise herself off of me. Nobody moved. The ragged breathing,
half-sobbing, coming from the eleven year old girl on my lap caused my
heart to race. One full minute, we all stayed as still as statues,
until Megan spoke again.

"It hurts.... But I think it's okay.. I want to do it more."

I have never been a strong willed man, and I certainly wasn't going to
object to a sexy little preteen asking to "do it more" with me. With my
hands still around her waist, I began to push downward. It was like a
vice. The moment when the head of my cock first burst into her pussy
felt like I had just tried to fuck a drinking straw. It was so
incredibly tight that it was actually pretty painful. At the same time,
there was such an incredible thrill knowing that I was deflowering an
eleven year old girl, my mind immediately blocked out the pain. The
hot, tight wetness that surrounded my rock hard cock was unlike
anything I had ever felt before. As she lowered herself back onto my
lap, her pussy engulfed more of my cock. She made it about two thirds
of the way down before she finally had to stop. My cockhead had bumped
against her cervix.

It was an absolutely surreal experience. I saw Molly felt that way too.
Her eyes were wide in amazement and her mouth was slightly open. She
was mesmerized by the sight of her little sister's pussy spreading to
take in a grown man's penis. Her fingers were still wrapped around the
base of my cock, and in her absentmindedness she had begun to squeeze.
This only served to intensify the pleasure-plain which was consuming my
body.

After allowing some time for Megan's body to get used to my invading
member, I used my hands to slowly lift her before releasing her and
allowing her body to sink back onto me. I repeated this several times
until the girl began the process on her own. Up and down she bounced on
my lap, my rock hard cock filling her young body. My hands made their
way back up to her budding breasts where they pinched and teased her
puffy nipples.

I felt something wet against my balls and realized Molly had returned
to licking me. I straightened up so I could look over Megan's shoulder
and watch her older sister licking at the juncture of our bodies.
Little Megan fucked herself onto my cock while Molly licked us both,
her tongue going up my shaft, along her sister's pussy all the way to
her clit, before going all the way back down to my balls. This
stimulation caused the little one to start shivering. Her muscles
tensing and then releasing as an orgasm shook her young body.

There was no way to hold out - the pleasure was too intense. I began
thrusting up into the eleven year old, fucking her with increasing
intensity. She grunted and groaned, and kept bouncing herself to meet
my thrusts. I could feel the pressure in my balls rising, and grabbed
the youngster, impaling her one last time on my rod as my sticky white
semen exploded out of my cock and filled her no-longer virgin pussy. We
both panted and I fell back into the sofa, and Megan fall back into my
lap. My rapidly deflating cock slipped out of her with a soft plop, and
leaked a bit of cum onto the floor. I had closed my eyes to revel in
the afterglow of my orgasm, but opened them when I once again felt the
tongue on my genitals.

Molly was licking and sucking away. In no time, my cock was licked
clean, and the teen began licking at her sister's freshly fucked slit.
She sucked up the pink fluids dribbling out of the young girl, a
mixture of my cum and her virgin blood.

Epilogue

Molly and I fucked again that day, before I lived up to my end of the
bargain and fixed the damage to her father's car. I definitely felt
like I had gotten the better deal there. The girl didn't get in
trouble, and I had an experience that I will never forget.

Molly and I continued our sexual relationship for almost two years,
until she went away to college. She had a few boyfriends in that time,
but would often show up on my doorstep complaining about the immature
assholes in her high school. This always led to a fantastic session of
fucking. I would say I am eternally grateful to all teenage boys for
being such incompetent fools. I clearly benefitted from that.

As for Megan, we continued our relationship, in secret, even to Molly,
for many years. She was madly in love with me, and I guess I felt the
same for her. Aside from her sister, which she knew about and accepted,
I was faithful to my young lover. It was harder when she was younger,
we could only see each other two or three times per month. A couple
times she got friends to cover for her and say they were having a
sleepover, and she spent the night at my house. It was too risky to try
often, though. Once she hit high school, and especially once she had a
car, we met several times a week. But once she went away to college
too, it was inevitable that we would drift apart. We kept in constant
contact her freshman year, and fucked like bunnies when she came home
for winter and summer breaks, and on some weekends. In her sophomore
year, we met only a few times, and towards the end of that year she
found a new boyfriend her own age. I don't blame her at all, and count
myself very lucky to have had the opportunity to have such an
incredible young lover. Sometimes I miss her, but I am happy that she
is happy.