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I've Got a Brand New Pair of Rollerskates
by Dan Perducci (danperducci@yahoo.co.uk)

***

Stacy takes her new birthday gift for a spin to her 
best friend's house. (mff, teens, youths, exh, inc, 
1st)

***

Stacy was a walking dress code violation at her school. 
The dean of girls earned her salary just trying to keep 
young Stacy in line.

"You and I both know that tube tops are not permissible 
here," Mrs. Dougherty told Stacy for the forty-ninth 
time. It was only October and Stacy was sent home to 
change more times that any other girl.

Her parents were never home and were hardly aware of 
their child's violations.

They were obviously busy doing their spouse swapping 
that became popular in their subdivision. Stacy 
overheard the magical sounds of car keys jingling in 
the Tupperware bowl downstairs.

Stacy's sleep patterns seemed to based on her parents' 
nocturnal activities. Her wardrobe at once looked 
rushed and planned.

It was her fifteenth birthday party where she received 
three presents: an Allman Brothers album, a princess 
telephone for her bedroom and a pair of roller skates. 
She was keen to use her skates immediately.

From that day, she routinely explored her concrete 
suburban wilderness on her new 'wheels.'

Her usual destinations included her best friend Emily's 
house and the 7-Eleven on the corner. She knew what she 
was doing when she ambled about to enjoy the sights - 
she was a sight herself.

Her black hair was parted down the middle and stopped 
at her shoulder blades. Her paleness betrayed an 
easily-burned flesh that was more at home in the winter 
snow drifts.

It was Sunday morning and an unusually warm day for 
autumn. Stacy took off for Emily's house. She knew that 
Emily would not be at Sunday school like most of their 
friends.

Imagine the wife swappers and their offspring attending 
services to repent for the night before!

Stacy clambered up the steps to Emily's front door. She 
knocked and waited for a response.

The door opened and it was Emily's brother Gordon. 
Gordon was a senior in high school and looked like Leif 
Garrett with a bowl haircut. He looked dorky in a 
sexily sinister way.

Stacy learned a new word that day.

"Nice camel toe," Gordon snarkily told her.

"What camel?" she asked.

"I can see your cunt crack in your cut offs," he told 
her.

"Nice to know that you're looking so hard."

"I soon will be. Why don't you come inside. I'll go get 
sis."

Stacy detected a stillness in the living room that 
suggested an air of something illicit. She saw a trail 
of smoke wafting from incense burning on the mantle.

She stared at the incense and meditated quietly in a 
zen-like but clueless fashion.

"Stop it!" 

Stacy heard voices upstairs.

"I told you I'll be down there in a second! Give me my 
bra back!"

Stacy made her way up the stairs in her skates. She was 
quiet because she was going up carpeted stairs and was 
taking it one step at a time. She then raced to the 
first bedroom door on her right.

She pushed the bedroom door aside and saw two bodies 
wrestling on the bed. 

Gordon was playing a game of keep away with Emily's 
bra. She was struggling to cover her topless form. He 
was enthused by her growing heat. 

"Stacy!" Emily bashfully exclaimed. Emily figured that 
company would dampen her brother's need to tease her.

Gordon said to Stacy, "Sorry, she's taking too long to 
see you. You know how girls..."

Emily took this moment to dart across her bedroom and 
grab the sheets from her bed. She quickly wrapped 
herself up in it. 

Stacy never saw her best friend's breasts before. They 
were a small size and capped with puffy nipples. Stacy 
licked her lips for no certain reason.

Gordon, resting on the floor, noticed this lip licking.

"You liked what you saw, little girl?" he grinned like 
the cat that ate the bird, "I think we can both agree 
that my sister's hot."

Stacy protested, "You're sick! I'm not some lesbo."

"Well, it makes me hot..." he looked over his shoulder 
at Emily picking up a t-shirt from the floor and 
putting it on.

"I dare you to show me your tits," he challenged Stacy.

"Shut up, Gordy, we're not even playing truth or dare," 
Emily said through impatiently gritted teeth. It 
sounded like a mother in a department store telling her 
child to stay away from the window displays.

"I just want to make sure my sister's friends are 
really girls," he said in a mock-pleading voice. His 
false pout and puppy dog eyes were demanding but funny.

"You like looking at me," Stacy said, "First my cunt 
crack and now you want me to show you my chest."

Emily was surprised. 

"You want my best friend? How could you?"

Gordon would have nothing of Emily's false chastity.

"You know that we have been playing these games for a 
while now. How about you and Stacy get together for 
your big brother?"

Stacy was speechless. She could only imagine what kind 
of games that Emily and Gordon played when they were 
alone. Her imagination began to run wild.

Emily was lying on her back and removing her t-shirt. 
Gordon was licking a trail up her chest from her navel 
to her naked exposed breasts. They began to French kiss 
with youthful zeal.

This seventeen-year-old stud was doing more than 
playing just games. His uncircumcised cock was ready to 
go to work. He played with it in his pajama pants while 
he kissed his sister. She helped him out a bit before 
pushing his head down toward her feet.

Emily happily fingered her pussy as Gordon licked her 
toes. He kissed her feet and ran his wet, slobber up 
her calf and then lingered around her inner thigh.

He picked up steam when he took his face to contact his 
sister's pubic patch. He kissed and nibbled gently at 
her exposed clitoris. He dribbled his lips carefully on 
her labia.

His hands opened her sex curtains nestled his nose into 
the warm opening. She clutched the back of his head and 
pulled it in further to meet a warmness in her orgasm. 
Each lick quickened another cascade of her juicy 
wetness.

Stacy was only a little indignant, saying, "These are 
the games that you play?"

Emily moaned, "Yes... We like to screw around..."

Stacy hunkered down on the cold hardwood floor to take 
off her roller skates. She was in a hot hurry to join 
what had offended her just moments before. 

Her only experience was giving a hand job to her 
father's best friend when he walked into her bedroom 
during a party one school night. This was her chance to 
get into some real action.

"What's the hurry, babe?" Gordon asked between licks, 
"We have plenty of time." 

Stacy moved up onto the bed with the sexing siblings. 
She could not help but lust after Gordon's ten inches 
that needed some kind of attention.

Stacy imagined herself at the ice cream truck. She 
found a free popsicle that needed her lips around it. 
She did what her girlfriends told her what they did. 
She licked the side of the shaft and it gave her a new 
feeling.

She took a new happiness from her new found talent. She 
lowered her face to lick his balls. She covered the 
distance from his balls to the tip of his penis. 

Gordon's dick jumped in a pleasured response. He hummed 
like any young man would in a threesome with two hot 
girls. His blonde sister's snatch was at his command 
and her best friend was servicing his hard cock.

He had an idea. He was grossed out by the thought of 
knocking up his sister but had no qualms about fucking 
Stacy. 

He got up from the bed and changed course. "Emily, I'm 
going to fuck your friend." With this, Stacy pulled her 
mouth from his penis and thought aloud, "Am I ready to 
give up my cherry?"

"Don't you worry," Gordon said to satisfy himself more 
than her, "I'll be gentle enough."

Emily hugged her pillow and gazed at Stacy taking off 
her cut offs. They were wet from Stacy's desperate 
rubbing at her own snatch. No panties meant an easy 
entry for Gordon.

Emily was a one-person audience for the spectacle. Her 
brother was guiding his hard-on into Stacy. She let out 
something like a hiccup when she felt her hymen break. 
Then pain gradually segued into quite some ecstasy for 
her.

Emily was liking what she saw. Gordon and Stacy were in 
the missionary position yet it was still exotic. 
Stacy's legs instinctually wrapped around Gordon's 
back.

He kept his grinding going on and made the headboard 
strike the bedroom wall in a music-like beat. The smell 
of sex took over the bedroom. 

"May I cut in?" Emily asked.

She stood next to the bed and kissed Stacy and then 
Gordon. Gordon's moment was coming. He was ready to 
cum. 

"I'm about to..." he exclaimed.

"Pull it out, I want to lick it," said Emily.

Gordon slid out of Stacy and placed it in front of his 
sister. She savored every remaining spurt from his cock 
head.

This was a year that rollerskates were not the only 
thing that young Stacy was able to break in. 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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