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The Thong 
by Esperanza (cungy55@hotmail.com)

***

A married man seduces young teenage Asian girl while 
others are near by. Or is it she who seduces him? (M/f-
teen, ped, exh, voy, reluc, 1st, oral, mast, anal)

***

Dental Floss Thong

The thong made me do it. I swear.

One Sunday while I was tinkering with putting new 
screens on our windows, my wife insisted that I drop 
everything and give them a hand. Literally. She wanted 
me to put suntan oil on her and our neighbors, since 
the suntan lotion was greasy and none of them wanted to 
get icky. So I dutifully came over to the patio and 
applied the expensive greasy oil to my wife’s back and 
legs. 

The ladies kept up constant chatter and mostly ignored 
me, as they talked about fashion and boys and skin 
texture all in one breadth. Besides my wife and my 17 
year old daughter, there was our neighbor. Sue, an 
Asian-American mother, and Amy, her eighteen year old 
daughter, a high school senior. All four gals would lie 
out on our enclosed patio next to our pool and get 
‘tanned.’ Of course, all four had on ‘dental floss’ 
thongs.

For those who are not familiar with ‘dental floss’ 
thongs, it just means that it’s a string bikini, which 
shows all of your ass except for the string between 
your butt crack. The dental floss part just means that 
the string is extremely thin.

As I oiled up Sue’s backside, The attractive, petite 
Asian lady she said. "You need nail and hand lotion. 
Your hands are too rough, like a workman." 

My wife and daughter laughed. 

I said, "The oil I got in the garage would be just as 
good as this greasy stuff." 

I was ignored. The gals chatted away paying me no mind. 
It’s amazing how females can keep up an intense lively 
conversation as if any males were not around. Next I 
oiled up my daughter, and then went to Amy. When I 
began oiling the eighteen year old Asian girl, her mom 
asked that I put on an extra dose since her daughter’s 
skin was delicate. 

Amy wore round eye glasses and came across as serious, 
quiet, and most decidedly delicate. As I moved my hands 
over the back of her legs, her legs spread slightly. It 
was enough for me to see the pussy hair sprouting from 
underneath her thong. When I applied the oil on her 
buns, naked except for the dental floss string, her 
legs parted an inch or two. I had a hell of a view but 
really had no interest in her. 

Not in such a young girl. 

A friend of my daughter’s! 

A friend of our family! 

Just a kid, really! 

Yeah, just a kid!

When my fingers lingered on her ass cheeks, Amy seemed 
to change. I could sense some type of noise coming from 
her mouth, but was unsure of what the sound meant. 

I began to enjoy this – it was hard not to with such 
cute ass cheeks. I let my fingers slide over her cheek 
and then let my hands and fingers massage the oil onto 
to her white delicate buns. It was then I felt her 
legs, and lower torso, moving slightly. It was like she 
was trembling. I thought that she must be scared that 
my rough hands were touching her. My rough hands 
touching so close to her exposed pussy and ass hole. So 
close to her femininity. For all intents and purposes, 
her ass hole was totally exposed, and as far as her 
pussy lips were concerned, I had a view of her bottom 
lips. 

No doubt she was exposed. But wasn’t that the purpose 
of string bikinis.

When I put the last drop of oil on her leg, her legs 
seemed to spread apart slightly. I got to see between 
her legs and her most secret charms. First, I got a 
glimpse of her pussy hair, then her lower pussy lips 
and finally I got a whiff of her sexual pussy smell. It 
was the sight of those puffy looking pussy lips that 
sent a steel bolt of energy to my cock. And the smell 
of a pussy, no, the smell of a eighteen year old girl’s 
pussy who seemed so sweet and fragile and gender, had 
me swooning with a maddening hard-on. 

I then understood her trembling. Amy was sexually 
turned on. Now it became clear what was the quiet sound 
she made when I touched her naked ass cheeks. It was a 
moan of sexual pleasure. 

I moved away. Not a word had been spoken between us, 
yet something energizing had happened. My dick was 
erect, yes; it was very, very hard. I was shocked at my 
reaction to such a young girl, yet there was no doubt 
that my reaction was genuine. She was sweet and 
sensual, and inviting, and with a little prodding might 
let me see more of her charms But did I really want to, 
did I really want to chance it, a quick sexual release 
with a young girl. So much risk!

I was so turned on I was sure that when my wife saw my 
face she would immediately catch on what was going on. 
That put the fear of god in me. So with a raging hard-
on, I made a quick exit back to my work bench in the 
garage. They continued chatting as I walked away. No 
wiser. 

Except for one of them. Except for the one who left her 
scent. Left her scent for me? Well, not really. Not 
intentionally. Yet it was a sexual scent. I was male; I 
was sexual, and by god, I wanted to jump her bones. But 
wait……. My god, what was I thinking.

I stopped tinkering at three in the afternoon to eat a 
small lunch with the gals. Still they were in their 
thongs. A lot of tit, ass cheeks, glimpses of pubic 
hair. Glimpses! 

After our lunch where I hardly got in a word, again I 
was implored to oil them up for their last go at the 
sun rays. Back on the patio with the four gals on their 
stomachs and four rear ends facing me, I oiled up my 
hands. My wife said, ‘We gals think you should get a 
thong, too" My daughter jumped in, "Not me. Gross." 
Amy’s mom added, "If you show us your stuff Scot, I’ll 
clean out your garage." 

My wife and Amy’s mom laughed. Amy never said a word, 
but I did catch her sneaking a peek at my crotch. I was 
no longer erect then. Thank god or my wife would surely 
know of my depravity.

I oiled up their backsides again. 

Of course, I did Amy last, the old young girl of Asian 
descent who had long, flowing, shiny straight, black 
hair. I sat next to her and took my time putting oil on 
my hand. I waited until the other gals began chatting 
aimlessly.

I didn’t want them to be fully aware of what I was 
doing. 

I did her back and neck first. Then her arms. She had 
to adjust for me to get the oil on her whole arm, and 
when she did I saw her naked tit, even the nipple. I 
gulped, almost choking. But I kept my cool and moved 
along. Now was not the time.

When I did her back, I took my time, applying two does 
of oil and letting my fingers gently caress her skin. 
First, I did one leg and then the other. Again she had 
to adjust so that I could oil the underside of her leg. 
The more she adjusted, the more her legs spread and the 
more of her ass hole and pussy lips could I brazenly 
see. I wanted to be able to sit on her legs or her 
buttocks, but that would be too risky, today. 

So I knelt beside her and went to work. I used both 
hands on her ass cheeks, slightly spreading them to 
look at her ass hole. Slightly. Not too brazen. Then 
her feminine pussy odor engulfed my nostrils. Maybe it 
was also her ass hole odor that was strong. But no 
matter, it was sensual and sexual odor. I had her ass 
cheeks slightly apart to gaze into. I looked and 
devoured her brown puckered ass hole. So small, so 
tight yet so fucking adorable. 

I rubbed oil on her cheeks and then let some oil drip 
between her crack onto her ass hole. Then I spoke in an 
easy manner to her so that the others could also hear. 
"Let me wipe off the excess oil and I’m finish up in a 
minute." I used my middle finger to pretend to wipe oil 
from between her ass cheeks. I touched her ass hole, 
caressed it, gently, but firmly. I heard a faint gasp. 
Legs trembling. One, two, three, four seconds went by. 
She did not scream, did not sit up, did not protest, 
did not tell the others what I was doing to her, that 
is, fingering her ass hole. 

I felt safe, felt in charge, felt invited to violate 
her. I gave myself up to ten seconds to touch her ass 
hole without being detected by the others. I caressed 
her puckered ass hole ever so gently, running my middle 
finger around her hole then gently pushing into it. She 
quivered. I gently rubbed the oil around her hole and 
now my finger was able to go inside her hole. 

When I had my finger tip inside her hole up, I took it 
out; then I gently inserted it in again. Slowly, in and 
out. My oiled finger slipping easily into her nether 
land. I had my finger tip inside her butt hole. My 
arousal was so great, so overpowering that I felt I 
could cum in my dirty work dungarees. I thought I could 
feel some of her ass hole juice. Was she was cumming in 
her ass hole or so I imagined. 

Lovely, so disgustingly inviting! So much arousal, so 
much danger. 

I just as quickly got up and left the ladies to the 
sun’s rays and their gossip. In the garage, I kept 
busy, moving junk from one pile to another. Sat on my 
daughter’s old bunk bed and felt my hardness between my 
legs. Kept busy. I needed to pound my cock into 
something soft, something wet, something that smelled 
like pussy. Instead I pounded an old work table until 
it was in several pieces, and then tried reassembling 
it. 

At four thirty in the afternoon, Amy showed up in the 
garage. Dressed in a skirt and dark colored tee shirt. 
No bra. She said, "I’m bored. Can I watch what you’re 
doing?"

I said. "Yeah, sit on the bunk bed. Or wherever. I’m 
just sanding off a table leg. I never liked sun bathing 
myself."

She said. "Why did you buy a pool if you don’t like 
that stuff?"

I quipped. "Keep the wife happy and my daughter and our 
neighbors." 

Amy was squatting, like oriental people do. I forced 
myself not to look at her legs.

Fifteen minutes went by. She was quiet. Patient. Then 
she said. "It got gross out there."

I said. "How so?"

She blushed. "My mom, your wife and your daughter Jen, 
talking about you wearing a thong. Would you do that?"

I was quick to reply. "Never."

"Figured you wouldn’t. "Again she seemed to be 
blushing.

Without looking at her I said. "So what was so gross 
that they said?"

She said. "Mostly my mom and your wife. You know. 
Things about guys." 

I let it go. 

Then she blurted out. "My mom was the one who brought 
it up. You know, like the difference between Asian men 
and Americans."

I waited.

Then she blurted, "Like American men got bigger penises 
than Asian men." She said in a sassy know it all manner 
that young kids get when they think they have figured 
something out. 

I turned to look at her. I smiled. Cautious, fearful, 
yet burning passion inside. "I heard that Asians got 
bigger brains. I wish I was smarter and had a smaller 
penis. Better to have a larger brain than a big, ah, 
dick. That’s my opinion. Of course, you might have a 
different opinion." I smiled. 

Amy looked at me dumbfounded. 

I said, "Really, They shouldn‘t be talking about that 
stuff in front of you and my daughter."

She giggled. "That’s all they talk about. Sex. My mom 
talks about my sister and her husband and how much they 
do it. How he walks around our home naked all the time. 
Knowing that we can see him. Me and my mom. Like he’s, 
you know, aroused when he does that, and exposes 
himself. Like he’s proud it’s all hard."

I said, "Well, I‘m wondering if your mom isn’t upset at 
him exposing his dick like that."

Amy was sincere. "Sure. But my sister needs a place to 
live for now. She’s pregnant." 

My heart sank, but not my cock, when she excused 
herself. I finally took a breadth. Not pushy. Good. No 
mistakes. But the harness of my cock was ominous.

In minutes, Amy reappeared. Said. "They’re in the 
house. Said they will all take a shower. Wash off all 
that oil you put on us. "

I said. "Taking a shower all together. I’d like to 
watch."

She giggled. Said innocently. "Pervert. That’s called a 
peeking tom."

"Call it what you will, but most guys like looking at 
women, especially when they are nude."

Again she got that cocky attitude, in a sweet way. "I 
like looking too. At guys. Lot of girls do."

I said simply. "Hey, it’s fun."

She said. "Not if you get caught. I used to peek a lot. 
Like on my mom and her boy friend, and my sister and 
her husband when they are doing it, but my sister 
caught me. Called me names."

I said. "Got to be careful. You need to be real sneaky. 
I did my share of peeking when I was eleven, twelve, 
heck, even eighteen. It’s cool. Turns you on."

Amy was not upset by the topic. She seemed to like it 
that I was treating her as an adult. That was the key 
to her, I figured. So I added, "Heck yeah, peeking is 
cool, get to masturbate looking at something real, 
instead of a porno magazine. You get a off a lot more. 
I mean for me, I usually had a stronger orgasm. But 
hey, that was twenty years a ago. What do I know now."

Amy smiled. Thought about it and smiled some more. 
"But, ah, you know, masturbation, kinda makes you more 
horny." She seemed to finally relax.

I said. "Come on in. Grab a seat."

Quickly she changed the subject, worried that she went 
to far about the sex talk, about masturbating. She 
said. "You like working with your hands. Getting dirty, 
I can tell."

I said. "Yeah, I do. By the way, kiddo, were my hands 
too rough when I put oil on you?"

"No." She squatted. Said. "Girls hands should be soft 
but it’s cool for guys to be rough."

I said, "Did you get burned? Let me see your back and 
legs?"

She stood up and turned around, inviting me to take a 
look at her. Not protest whatsoever. 

I said quietly without any desire , no emotion. No 
threat. "No burns. But how about your back and buns." 

Amy seemed taken aback. 

I froze. Did I go too fast? Too far. What is she 
thinking? 

I added. "Just wondering, is all. People get burned 
from the sun all the time."

She seemed confused still. Yet she did not bolt. "Well, 
I don’t have my bathing suit on." 

It was a question, not a statement of fact.

I said. "Oh, jeez. Not trying to embarrass you. 
Wondering if I did a good job with the oil is all. I 
mean really, Amy, seeing you in your panties can’t be 
worse than seeing you in the string bikini, now."

Amy was cautious. Her facial expression told me she 
wondering how to interpret my request.

I said. "Honey I can see that you are confused. Just 
asking, is all. Did you get burned on your back or your 
ass?"

She flexed her shoulders. "I don’t’ think so."

I said. "And Amy, your panties cover more of your 
bottom than the string bikini."

Her face reddened but she did not leave. "Yeah, I guess 
so."

I let out a small laugh. "You guess!" I went back to 
moving things around the garage. 

She interrupted in a soft voice. "That thong is skimpy. 
Was I, I mean, was it too revealing?"

I continued to move things around. Said. "Well, I can 
say that you and your mom are not guys."

She actually smiled. "Oh, god. You could see us down 
there. I mean the front part too. I mean I knew you 
could see my butt, my whole butt, but I thought you 
wouldn’t be able to see my, my, front."

I said, "Amy, can I be honest or do you get offended 
easily?"

"No, I mean, say what is on your mind." She blurted 
out, expectantly.

I tried a joke. "Well, I like peeking too."

She hesitated. "Like, you were peeking. At us. At me 
and my mom. At me, right?"

I said nonchalantly. "Of course. Like you said before. 
Peeking is fun. And you are cute. Heck, got to be a 
queer not to peek at you."

She stammered. "When you were putting the oil on me and 
my mom, I was wondering how much you could see."

I quipped. "All of your butt and like I said, I didn’t 
see a dick between your legs." I jumped in to finish 
the thought. "Thank god, I didn’t see one."

She giggled, more than giggled, gave off a belly laugh. 
Then thought better of it and bit her lip. "No way. I 
mean if the bikini fits properly you shouldn’t be able 
to see my vagina. Like I know you can see all of my 
butt, but the other part is more private."

I said. "I didn’t take more than a peek. I swear. Well, 
maybe four peeks but no more."

She smiled. Her long black hair radiating the glow from 
her face. 

I said without emotion, just a simple fact. "Well, as I 
said, isn’t that the purpose of a string bikini. To 
reveal to the whole world what you got between your 
legs?"

Quickly she shot back. "No. No way. Guys would think 
that. But for girls it’s a way to get a tan without 
leaving any tan lines."

I said nothing. Took a set on the table stool across 
from her.

Her voice was quivering when she said. "Really, I’m 
freaked. You could see my front privates, too." Yet she 
made no attempt to leave. 

I said. "I saw your mom’s pussy hair and cunt lips, and 
I saw yours. But why be freaked?"

She said. "Wow. That is so uncool."

I wasn’t sure if that meant something good or bad so I 
added. "Listen, hope you don’t mind my using the word 
cunt or pussy, just thought I’d treat you as an adult. 
But if you want I can d use biology words."

She blurted out with disdain. "Vagina. No, I hate that 
word or penis even." She didn’t look at me when she 
said in a small voice. "Like I feel vulnerable that you 
could see all of me down there before. You weren’t 
supposed to be looking even if my string was loose. I 
mean you got a wife and all." 

I knew she wasn’t upset and was toying with me to admit 
I was sexually turned on to her. It was easy to tell 
that she was testing me; testing me for what I wasn’t 
sure. But it was fun, so far.

I said. "I just looked, Amy. No harm. Right? And 
besides your mom has a nice butt, and you have an even 
nicer one. Nothing to get embarrassed about. I enjoyed 
looking. Even though I’m married. Don’t tell my wife I 
said that. But you’re very attractive. Too attractive. 
Next time I won’t volunteer to put oil on you. Too 
tempting. Got to be a saint or a homo, and I’m not 
either."

Again she laughed easily. Then her serious nature took 
over or was it her flirting personality as she tested 
me. She said. "But still. The thong wasn’t supposed to 
expose my you know what." 

I smiled. "Amy, as a guy, I think you are very 
feminine. Can’t think of a better compliment except 
you’re smart, too."

Amy gave a sarcastic smile. "Well, if you think I’m so 
smart, why were you looking at me down there? Like my 
brains are down there."

She was the type of chick who needed reassurance of her 
femininity, of her sexiness, of her sexual attraction. 
So young and eager to check out us roosters. So I put 
up my hands in a defensive gesture. "I’m married, but 
not dead so I refuse to answer under the grounds."

She sulked. "Still, I don’t think I liked that."

I said. "Amy, tell me truthfully, what would you think 
of me if I didn’t look down there."

She said nothing.

I continued. "That I was a geek or nerd. Maybe queer."

She blurted out. "Do guys think a girl is attractive 
there?" 

So young. So immature. Good, I thought. I said. "Yours 
is adorable. What can I say, I’m male."

"And a dirty old man." But again she was smiling. 

Then I pushed. I said. "So about getting burned. Let me 
see your back. Lift up your tee shirt."

Amy said. "I don’t have a bra on."

I said. "Just want to see your back, not your front."

Amy turned so that her back was facing me. She lifted 
up her tee shirt. 

I looked, then said. "No burn. I did a good job on your 
back. So was that a big deal?"

She dropped her tee shirt and turned to face me and 
admitted. "No."

I turned away from her and began hammering a piece of 
wood.

Amy stood. Turned her back to me again and lifted her 
skirt. She had on white panties. 

I choked on the words. "Nope. No burn there either."

She still had her skirt lifted so that I could see her 
panties and seemed not bothered that I was staring at 
her panties. She talked knowing that I was looking at 
her crotch. She said. "Can I ask you something?"

I sat back on the work bench stool, looked away. "You 
know you can." 

She dropped her skirt when she saw I was not looking. 
"Well, like it’s sort of embarrassing."

I said. "I’m not going to wear a thong, if that is your 
question."

She actually laughed and said. "If you think I never 
seen one before, ah, you know, a penis, I have. My 
mom’s boy friend is American, and I got to see his; 
it’s a lot bigger than my bother in laws who is Asian. 
A lot bigger. And both my mom and my sister let them do 
everything. Everything!"

I said. "See, you like to peep, like me. Anyway, is 
what you wanted to ask me?"

She nodded no but seemed to be bursting with fear and 
anticipation. Said. "When you were putting oil on my 
legs, like I sort of felt your finger touch my butt."

I kept quiet. Got scared, too.

She said. "I mean like you touched the inside of my 
butt. Like rubbed your finger there."

I said. "I guess I might have. I‘m sorry if I did. Did 
I embarrass you?"

Her embarrassment left. She said. "Well, not exactly. 
But sort of. I mean I was wondering why you did it."

I said. "Amy, you have a cute butt, a real cute butt."

She seemed to like that reply. Said. "Just wondering 
why you touched me there. I mean the butt, you know, 
the butt hole, is sort of gross, is all."

I shook my head to and fro. Said. "Well, some peoples’ 
butt holes are gross. But not yours. Thought it was 
cute. Hey, if I knew you wouldn’t punch me, I’d have 
kissed it." 

She felt assured. She sat down, her face becoming 
serious. "Can I tell you something? Promise not to tell 
your my wife or my mom or anybody. Like your daughter, 
my best friend, sort of."

I promised.

She said. "My brother in law." She took a breath then 
continued. "He tried to put his thing up my butt. Not 
just once but several times in the past few months. I 
mean sometimes late at night or early in the morning he 
comes into my bedroom and lay beside me. I only have on 
underwear. And he takes off his underwear and mine, 
even though I tell him not to. Then he rubs his thing 
against my butt."

I asked. "Did you tell you mom?"

She said. "I can’t. My sister is pregnant. They need to 
live with us until they save enough money. If I say 
something that could ruin her marriage."

I said. "Damn." Then I added. "Want me to talk to him. 
Tell him to keep his hands off you?"

 She said. "No. He would get really mad. Maybe leave my 
sister. And it’s not his hands. It’s his thing. He 
shoots his stuff over my butt and even sometimes on my 
face. I mean he is always horny."

I said. "Fuck. I’m sorry for saying that but that is 
heavy. Listen maybe you can stay at our house and sleep 
with my daughter more often during the week. Let’s 
think of a good excuse. That might keep you out of 
harms way a lot of the time."

That perked her up. "I’ll try to think of a really good 
excuse."

I said. "And I’ll tell my wife that it will be okay."

Amy implored. "But you wont’ tell her the reason, you 
promised."

"No. I swear. And I ‘m sorry I touched you there. 
Really Amy. Really, really sorry."

She smiled finally, said. "It didn’t hurt. Just sort of 
confused me, like sort of gross, touching a girl’s butt 
hole."

I kept quiet but not for long once she didn’t respond. 
"Some people like to do more than touch. A lot more. 
Amy, it’s not gross if you like someone. I mean girls 
and boys do everything, touch, kiss, lick, suck, fuck. 
When you get a boy friend, you’ll see."

She said evenly. "I’m not a kid. I know a lot. A real 
lot."

I waited.

Amy thought some. But during that time, I did catch her 
glancing at my crotch. She said. "My brother in law 
already put his thing up my butt. He just never put it 
in my other hole but every place else. At least I’m 
still a virgin there. In my front."

I sat there stunned.

She said. "He made me suck it. Sometime after he had 
sex with my sister he would come into my bedroom, and 
force me to lick and suck on his thing. It smelled of 
my sister’s vagina and his cum. And then he’d shoot his 
stuff in my mouth. He tells me to swallow it; it’s 
protein."

The mood had darkened.

I said. "I don’t know what to say."

She said. "My sister knows what he does when he comes 
to my bedroom. But she can’t stop him. She said they’ll 
move to their own house as soon as she has the baby. In 
six weeks. I hope."

I got nervous about my come on earlier to her. Said. 
"Gee, I’m sorry that I accidentally touched you there. 
I didn’t me to scare you."

She let me off the hook when she said. "Not really 
scare me. Not like my brother in law. But it was sort 
of different. I mean all the guys at our high school 
want to put there finger in our other hole."

I began to wonder how much sexual experience this 
brainy looking high school senior really had. I said. 
"Amy, I was thinking when I saw your butt that it was 
so cute I really wanted to kiss it."

She blushed but seemed not in the least offended. "Why 
there, and not the other place. I mean I never heard 
guys wanting to do that?"

I said. "It can feel good. I mean sure I like kissing 
the other place too. But I was looking at that hole 
then. And I kiss my wife there a lot."

"She likes it?" She said this with enthusiasm, looking 
forward to me kissing her there. 

"Loves it. She gets sopping wet in both holes." 

Amy was trying to comprehend the meaning of all this. 

I tried to act nonchalant. Continued. "She kisses and 
licks me there too. I get wet. Can feel the wetness in 
my hole. I know my hole gets excited from licking and 
even fingering me there."

She offered. "Didn’t know guys would like it."

I jumped in quick. "But only from a woman I like, not 
from anther guy."

She seemed curious, many questions but I didn’t’ want 
to stop. It was all centered on sex. She blushed then 
said. I feel like I can ask you anything."

I waited. Only time. But I was sure I’d get something. 
Some sexual release with her. 

"Does your wife swallow your stuff when you cum in her 
mouth?" 

I gulped at her brazenness. Then said. "Yeah." Thought 
a second and decided to channel the direction of our 
conversation "But she doesn’t suck me off that much 
anymore. She really likes for me to lick her down 
there. I mean you know, ah, you know what I’m talking 
about, right?" 

"Yeah. I said I’m not a kid." She got testy.

I moved on. "Amy, can I ask you something?’

She said. "I don’t want to talk abut my brother-in-law, 
if that is all right."

I said, "No, it’s not about him. But can I ask you a 
personal question like you asked me?"

She seemed to be feeing her oats, now. "Yes. I mean, of 
course. I want you to ask me questions, too. Not just 
me asking everything."

Then I said, "Amy, tell me truthfully. You didn’t get 
some pleasure when I touched you there?" 

It was her turn to gulp. 

I heard music playing from the house.

Amy heard it too. Said. "I better check on them." 

My heart sank so, so quickly.

Then she turned and said. "Well, yeah, it felt good, 
but like I was shocked, too."

And just like that she was gone.

But before my hard-on went down, she was back. It took 
her all of four minutes. 

She happily offered. "Your wife finished her shower. My 
mom and your daughter still got to take one."

I said. "Amy, I wish you still had your thong on."

She seemed frightened but excited. Said. "Why?’ The 
added. "I mean you said you could see every thing 
before." 

I waited until she sat then said. "I just wanted to see 
if your butt got tanned."

She was scared, but not that much. Like an excited 
scared. "You want to see it now?"

I offered. "Yeah. Just a quick peek. What harm is 
there?"

She asked in her ever so childish manner. "Want me to 
go get my thong?"

"No. Just lift up your skirt and let me see."

She said. "I already did that. And I have panties on."

I said. "You could take them off and if anybody comes 
in here just drop your skirt and no one will know you 
are naked underneath except me."

She was nervous. "I didn’t shower yet."

It took me a few seconds to understand what her concern 
was about. I said. "I like the smell of a woman’s 
vagina when it gets wet. In fact, I love the smell of a 
wet pussy."

She froze.

Maybe I went too far. Said the wrong thing to clamp her 
up. I said. "Amy, don’t you want me to look at you 
there. I think you will like it if I look at you there. 
Are you real wet, now?"

Her voice became tiny. "Yes. Really, really wet. Sort 
of disgusting. I can’t stop the smell."

My voice was real low, soothing. "That means that you 
are a healthy woman. A real man loves the smell of a 
wet pussy." I wondered if I should have used the word 
pussy, instead of vagina. 

She liked that answer. "You want to look at me here on 
this bunk bed?"

I said. "No. You’re right, not a good place. Let’s go 
over near the back. This way if any one comes in you 
will have time to pull your skirt down and cover up." 

She said. "I’m scared, sort of."

I said, "I’m only gong to take a peek. Come over here." 

She followed me.

"Good. Listen, I bet that you will feel good if I look 
at you there. I’ll bet it will make you really, wet. 
Which feels good. Yes?"

She said. "Yes. I mean I want you to look. I really do. 
But I’m scared you will be grossed out by how much I 
smell down there."

I took her hand and she sat on a old, sofa cushion.

I said. "Amy can you tell that I’m excited too? My cock 
must smell of cum, and it’s hard. Real hard." 

She giggled in her alluring manner. "Yes. I saw your 
pants getting bigger. I can tell yours is bigger than 
my brother in laws."

I waited. This was a delicate moment.

She had not removed any clothing. I did not want to 
force it. She would. She came this far with me. She was 
sitting, ready to take the next step, but we were both 
cautious. And me thinking of time. Maybe fifteen 
minutes, max. Maybe only seven or eight minutes to have 
some fun with her. 

Even though she did not take off her panties, she was 
game, kept the tide rolling.

She was way ahead of me when she said. "But when I said 
I was grossed when my brother-in-law forced me to suck 
him, I mean, I don’t hate the taste of a guy’s stuff. 
It was just that he’s not my boy friend. I mean if he 
was, I’d like it. I’m sure. I like when it gets all 
heard and when he’s about to cum, and then he shoots 
and shoots." 

I said. "Did he kiss you down there?"

She blushed. "Yes, but I swear he never put his thing 
in me there. Not in my pussy. He licked it. And I sort 
of came, I guess, I think I did, but I was grossed out, 
too."

I said, "But he licked your pussy?"

She was about to cry. "He told me mine tastes better 
than my sister’s."

I said, "Take off your panties. Hurry. We only have a 
few minutes."

And Amy lifted her butt and pulled off her panties.

I glanced once toward the door way, then looked between 
her legs. A large mass of shiny black hair covered her 
pussy. Then I knelt beside her and lifted up her skirt. 

"Lie on your back. Let me look at your beauty, Amy." 

Amy did just that. When I separated her legs, she 
obligingly spread them wide. When I touched her with my 
finger tips, she moaned. I knew time was of the 
essence. I licked and kissed my way from her knees to 
her belly button. I lifted her legs and spread her 
open. I then went to town on her pussy. Licked and 
licked. Everywhere. Her ass cheeks and licked and then 
kissed her ass hole and licked and slurped, and went to 
her pussy. And sucked and licked and she moaned. 

I had to tell her to be quiet or we would get in big 
trouble. She did quiet down but still her moans were 
loud. I didn’t want to take any unnecessary chances. 
Knew I had to end it soon. I fingered her pussy with 
just one finger. Her hole seemed tight. Maybe she was a 
virgin. But I had no intention of fucking her. Not 
today.

I took out my cock and rubbed it along her pussy hole 
and then her ass hole. 

I asked. "Amy, will you suck on my cock?"

She moved quickly. Didn’t need to be told twice. Her 
small hands and then her tiny mouth and lips kissed and 
licked and when she finally opened her mouth to suck on 
my cock head, she sucked so delicately. Like my cock 
was to be savored. She sucked my cock head and stroked 
my cock length. In seconds, maybe 15 at most, and then 
I exploded gush after gush into her mouth and on her 
face and on her tee shirt.

It was quiet. She kept on holding my still erect cock 
and seemed to know how to milk a cock until it was dry. 
Then she surprised me when she again began to kiss and 
lick and suck on my cum smeared cock tip. She cleaned 
my cum with her tongue.

We sat up. I kissed her mouth and licked my cum from 
her lips. I literally swallowed big gulps of my own cum 
from her mouth. 

She said. "Yours taste better than my brother in laws."

 I said. "That was fantastic. Can I have another lick 
before we stop?""

She squeaked out a yes. Laid back on her back and 
spread her legs. Giving me complete access to her 
charms. 

This time I took my time slurping her cunt hole. 
Savoring her eighteen year old pussy taste. It did 
taste like honey. I took my face from between her legs 
and guided my semi erect cock at her cunt. I rubbed my 
cock tip on her clitoris, then up and down her young 
cunt lips and when I felt her opening inside, I began 
to push my newly hardening cock into her cunt hole. 

She did not protest, not a whimper to stop. My cock got 
harder and after some slight resistance I felt my cock 
go inside her pussy hole a few inches. I pushed my cock 
in and out until she was gasping and panting in throes 
of orgasm. I pushed harder again and felt my balls 
slapping against her ass cheeks, I had gotten all of my 
cock in her. It felt so fucking tight. I went in and 
out slowly, then pounded, then slowly. But I knew this 
had to stop.

I pulled my cock out. She gasped. I quickly sat over 
her head and offered her my cunt drenched cock. She 
began to suck and this time I came harder and harder. 
When I finished, I swapped kisses with her and licked 
my cum from her face, then bent and licked my cum from 
her pussy hole. She kept on juicing. 

After I helped her put on her panties, I began to prep 
her on how to act and not act when she returned to the 
house. I took well over ten minutes doing this. I said. 
"Your mother and my daughter will figure out something 
is going on if you don’t go back to being yourself. And 
if they do, we might never be able to see each other 
again." I think she caught on. I prayed that she did. 
My freedom depended on it. 

Amy wiped my cum off. Said. "What you are saying is you 
want me to ignore you?"

"Yeah. Got to show no interest. Talk of other guys. 
Never of me. My daughter finds out, we will never be 
able to have fun again." I did not add that I might 
also got to jail.

She said. "I’ll practice not liking you. I mean not 
liking, you but like you as if don’t exist."

"Perfect."

"But we will be able to do it again?"

I said. "I could do it again if it was safe. But, yeah, 
but only when I let you know it’s cool. My wife and 
daughter and your mom will be totally ruined if they 
find out. You cool with that?"

She thought. Said yes, and then she left me alone.

I admired my restraint. When she told me that my cum 
tasted better than her brother in laws, I didn’t say 
that her pussy tasted better than her mom’s.

END

Author-Esperanza - enjoy hearing from readers.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not 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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