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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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