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Abby
by Y4Y (w2beh@yahoo.com)

***

Having watched Abby grow up into a breath-taking 
beauty, sexual thoughts had never entered my mind. That 
is, until she placed them there. This is a story of 
beauty, excitement and exploration. (MF/f-teen, ped, 
1st)

***

I had known Abby for many years, since she was a little 
girl. She lived around the corner from us, and I worked 
with her on the soccer fields quite often, as she had 
the makings of an excellent goalie. 

Like her mother, she was tall and had long dark hair 
that reached all the way down her back. She had a deep 
olive complexion that suggested an eternal tan. Her 
eyes were dark brown, so dark that you could barely 
distinguish the pupils. They were the kind of eyes that 
made it impossible for a guy to judge what she was 
thinking, and I knew they would serve her well in the 
future.

Not very deep into her thirteenth year, Abby was still 
a rough and tumble tomboy, but it was evident in her 
manner that she was becoming aware of her exceptional 
good looks. Nevertheless, she still preferred sports, 
with the inherent horseplay at the youth level, and 
with her athleticism, could hold her own with guys her 
age and much older. 

It happened that I was good with kids, and attracted 
them wherever I go. Abby, in particular, would always 
be near if we happened to be at the same place. For 
instance, if her family and mine both attended a school 
concert, she would always leave her parents and come 
sit with me, bumping my own kids to take the seat next 
to me if possible. It was very common for her to spend 
time at our house, only a block or so from her own, and 
she pretty much came and went as she pleased. 

Abby and I had developed a relationship that involved a 
lot of innocent physical contact, as adults and 
children often do. In the early days, this took shape 
with her climbing into my lap in front of the 
television, or clinging to me affectionately on the 
soccer field. More recently, it had evolved into full 
body hugs, tickling, and wrestling. That's where the 
trouble started.

In recent weeks, every time I saw Abby I noticed that 
she wanted a hug, and she always made sure it was face 
to face, with full body contact. She had small budding 
breasts that she pressed against my lower chest, and 
her hips always came square up against my own. 

As a man, I noticed, but I wrote it off as careless, 
and meaningless, teenage behavior. But Abby's desire 
for intimate hugs persisted, and it didn't matter if we 
were at the house, the soccer fields, or in the grocery 
store; the first meeting on any given day was handled 
the same way. 

And likewise it didn't matter who was present, 
including her mom and my wife. Each time, she smiled 
the same pretty smile as always, and the black eyes 
showed no discernible intent, as always. So I could 
only conclude it was innocent, and chastise myself for 
thinking otherwise.

But of late my wife had noticed, and once when Abby 
hugged me in the grocery store, I could tell my wife 
was studying Abby's every move. She said nothing, and 
for obvious reasons neither did I. But to this day I 
can still vividly recall her curious look as she 
watched this beautiful young teen-ager press up against 
me.

Then came a day on the soccer fields when the club was 
having their annual spring picnic. Abby came prancing 
over as I spoke to her mother, a very pretty woman with 
ponderous breasts that had always been a secret source 
of fascination for me, as they seemed to defy gravity. 
We were in a large crowd, and I was suddenly 
embarrassed, as if I was doing something wrong, when 
Abby gave me a full body hug in front of her mother. 

Abby tried to hold the hug, but I instinctively took 
her hands in mine and spun her around to face her 
mother, not allowing those young breasts to be pressed 
up against me. Her mother had seen me with her daughter 
on countless occasions, but this was the first time I 
had ever felt something was wrong in my actions. 

Not wishing to rebuff Abby for my own sudden feelings 
of insecurity, I entwined my fingers with hers and held 
her arms straight out from her sides as I continued to 
talk with her mom. But Abby promptly leaned back 
against me and started to rub her backside against my 
crotch. 

It was an obvious action that her mother noted with a 
glance, but she said nothing. We were in a crowd, and 
as I spoke, my voice faltered for an instant. Using her 
arms, I pulled Abby away from me, towards her mother, 
but she resisted, continuing to rub herself against me. 
It was an action I had to assume was innocent, but had 
she been older, I would have concluded was seductive. 

Abby apparently didn't intend to stop, and her mother 
continued the conversation as if nothing was amiss, but 
I was totally flustered and had to do something. Making 
an excuse about needing to help with the grills, I 
suddenly stepped away, causing Abby to stumble back 
slightly. 

As I turned to go, I saw my wife watching with a smirk 
on her face. Two distinct thoughts crossed my mind. If 
my wife noticed, then did anyone else in the crowd see 
the same thing? And how could I justify the swelling I 
felt in my groin?

Two days later, Abby and her mom popped in for a visit. 
It was a lazy afternoon, the weather just starting to 
get warm, and I was napping on the couch with the 
television tuned to a soccer match. Abby awoke me by 
tickling my feet, and when I opened my eyes I saw an 
impish grin on her lovely face as she looked down on 
me.

Pushing her away with an admonishment to leave me be, I 
closed my eyes and faked going back to sleep. This time 
the tickling was at my sides, and I had to react. 
Rolling to my side in a protective manner, I reached 
out and retaliated, knowing she was every bit as 
ticklish as I was. This evolved quickly into a full-
scale wrestling match.

There was nothing unusual about the two of us 
wrestling, and at first I thought nothing of the events 
at the picnic two days ago. But as the bout progressed 
however, I noticed she always managed to generate 
contact with my crotch. I was finally beginning to 
admit that there was some intent in her actions, that I 
was being naive, and moved to end the wrestling, 
knowing that what was going on was highly 
inappropriate. 

But Abby refused to be deterred and continued her 
attacks. At one point I lay back on the couch in 
surrender, thinking I had convinced her that enough was 
enough. She fooled me, however, and with a feint 
towards the television she dove on top of me. She 
landed with my crotch against her belly, her small, 
young breasts against my abdomen. Wrapping her hands 
under my back and pressing herself firmly against me, 
she held on through my repeated attempts to shake her 
off, smiling wickedly at me through the tangle of long 
black hair that had fallen across her face. 

She was young, extremely pretty and possessed of a 
rock-hard athletic body, and I realized with horror 
that she was turning me on. I was wearing thin nylon 
running shorts, and as my cock began to swell, I could 
feel it pressing against the tautness of her stomach. 

I had no doubt she felt it also, her face taking on a 
more determined look as she fought my redoubled efforts 
to get her off me. This turn of events stunned me, and 
finally I used my superior strength to pry her arms 
from under my back and tumble her off onto the floor 
below.

It was at that point that I saw my wife discreetly 
watching. Abby's mother and my wife were in an 
adjoining glassed in porch, enjoying the sunbeams 
behind a partition that separated the two rooms. But my 
wife had moved to another chair, one that allowed a 
view into the living room, and surreptitiously watched 
the action as she maintained her end of the 
conversation.

There was no time for embarrassment, as Abby rebounded 
from the floor with cat-like agility and dove in for a 
new tickling run. I had begun to turn over, but had 
barely moved when her hands came to my sides. With the 
tickling, I fell back, and Abby's left hand quickly 
left my side and headed for my leg. Along the way, her 
hand brushed across my semi-hard cock, and with that 
action I knew for a fact that she was doing more than 
wrestling with a long time adult friend. 

She was conducting an exploration. Her hand was at my 
cock but an instant, but it was an obvious grope and 
she generated plenty of data for her young mind to 
assimilate. Terrified that my wife was watching, I 
instinctively started to roll as Abby's hand came to my 
thigh. Using my own movement against me, Abby's hands 
on my side and my thigh worked in concert to spill me 
from the couch to the floor. She triumphantly plopped 
down in my space, smiling that wicked grin of hers.

I now had something of a dilemma, as my semi-hard cock 
would be obvious in the nylon shorts if I stood. But on 
the other hand, I couldn't let this little imp win the 
battle. And as much as I hated to admit it, as much as 
I didn't want it to be true, I knew I was seriously 
enjoying the more adult aspects of this current 
wrestling match. Turning carefully on the floor so that 
my back was towards my wife, I arose to face my 
opponent. 

I could easily have come up to my knees and concealed 
my arousal, but instead I came all the way to my feet. 
In that moment I knew the danger I was in, but the evil 
side of me won the internal battle. Her eyes dropped 
immediately to my crotch as I reached for her, and she 
was too absorbed to offer substantial resistance as I 
lifted her and dumped her unceremoniously on the floor. 

Reclaiming my spot on the couch, I came to my senses 
somewhat and grabbed a nearby afghan and used it to 
cover up from the waist down. I caught the smile on my 
wife's face for only an instant before the next 
onslaught came. Abby continued to press against my 
crotch in her attacks as I tossed her back to the floor 
over and over. While I tried to convince myself I was 
acting appropriately, in all honesty I had to confess 
that I was enjoying the game. 

Finally, I accepted Abby's surrender. She settled in 
between my legs, atop the afghan, and tried to lie 
across me to watch television. But I simply couldn't 
allow this with my wife and her mother so near. In 
compromise, I propped myself against a pillow on one 
end of the couch, and allowed her to place a pillow on 
my stomach and lay back against me. 

I quietly stroked her hair as we watched the game, all 
the while feeling her worm against me until she finally 
had my crotch pressed firmly against her back. Looking 
over her shoulder at me with those beautiful black eyes 
as if all the world was innocence, she showed no 
outward signs of awareness that my cock was stiffening 
against her. But I knew without a doubt that she could 
feel it, as she intended.

My wife showed no signs of watching us, but I knew that 
she was as I stroked the head of the pretty young lady, 
straightening the tangles in her hair with my fingers. 
When I heard Abby's mother rise to leave, I quickly 
tried to push Abby away. But she was ready for me and 
resisted, and then her mother was in the room. 

As her mother engaged me in friendly chatter about how 
her daughter disturbed my peace, she showed no signs of 
concern that Abby was laying back between my spread 
legs. She had seen her daughter and I together for 
years, and probably thought nothing of it, but in truth 
her daughter was purposefully pressed back against my 
half-stiff member right in front of her. 

As Abby reluctantly got up, her right hand, the one 
away from her mother, came down and pushed off on my 
crotch, giving her another quick feel. I closed my legs 
together quickly so that the blanket pressed down by 
Abby's weight did not reveal my condition, and was 
surprised when Abby leaned over and kissed me on the 
cheek.

Her mother laughed. 'Sometimes I think she loves you 
more than her own dad.' She paused and then added, 'she 
definitely sees you more.' The last part was delivered 
wistfully in reference to her work-a-holic husband's 
frequent absences. I knew through other sources that he 
was involved in regular trysts with lesser women, and 
often wondered why he wandered to other playgrounds 
when the one at home was so spectacular.

When they left, my wife came to the couch and nudged me 
until I lay back in my original position. She then lay 
across me, and it took me a moment to realize she was 
offering mimicry of Abby's position, my crotch against 
her stomach, her breasts against my abdomen.

'Looks like you have a little fan club.' It was 
delivered with a smile, but I didn't know how to 
respond.

'She's growing up to be beautiful, isn't she?'

That I could answer. 'Yes. She certainly is.'

She chuckled when she spoke again. 'She sure copped a 
feel from you.'

Again I was speechless, but I knew she could feel the 
swelling in my groin. I flushed with embarrassment.

She watched my reaction without another word, then 
slipped up my body and started kissing me. At first it 
was tender, but the passion quickly grew. In the end 
she slipped my cock from my shorts right there on the 
couch and rode it to numerous orgasms. My mind kept 
wandering to other things, and looking back at what 
eventually transpired, apparently hers did as well. For 
little did I know that she was already formulating a 
plan that would lead to some of the most unnerving, yet 
erotic, experiences of my life.

Two days later was Sunday. It was spring break, and I 
always took a week off this time of year to enjoy the 
magnificent weather, and was looking forward to a week 
of relaxation. Abby showed up mid-afternoon dressed in 
soccer shorts, a simple tee shirt, and cleats. 

Unbeknownst to me, my wife had invited her over for 
goalie practice. She looked radiant with her olive 
skin, her long flowing hair pulled back out of her 
face. As she slowly extracted herself from the now 
customary full body hug, I was somewhat ashamed to find 
my eyes wondering to her small breasts, which pressed 
against her shirt, the white of her sports bra showing 
through.

As it turned out, my son was home. An accomplished 
player, he quickly took over the practice, using 
multiple balls to take shots at his young study, who 
energetically protected the goal in our back yard. I 
was relegated to chasing balls that got past the goal, 
and from my position behind the net I found myself 
checking out Abby's muscular legs and tight behind. 

Knowing it was wrong, I kept forcing myself to look 
away, but the memory of two days prior kept my eyes 
coming back. Finally, to clear my mind of inappropriate 
thoughts, I let them chase their own balls and took up 
position off to the side in a lawn chair to watch.

But Abby didn't make it easy for me. When my wife came 
out with cold drinks, it was time for a break. Abby 
accepted her drink and promptly flopped down across my 
lap. There was nothing unusual about this, but after 
our last encounter, the calculus had changed.

Instinctively my left arm came around her back, holding 
her on my lap. As my hand settled on the firmness of 
her abdomen, I could feel the heat from her work-out 
rising off her body, and I was thankful my legs were 
together, preventing any undesired reaction. She 
smelled so fresh, even through the thin sheen of sweat. 
Her manner was as happy and carefree as ever, and 
whenever she turned those black eyes towards me, they 
sparkled with life. I concluded that it must have been 
my active imagination that had me thinking there was a 
greater depth to her stares at me.

She finished her drink and laid the side of her head 
against my chest. My hand naturally slipped to the side 
of her hip. I was well aware of my wife studying the 
two of us, and was almost relieved a moment later when 
my son called her to her feet.

As they went back to work, I headed off to my workshop 
in the garage, eager to clear my mind. About the time I 
finally convinced myself to get my over-active 
imagination in line, Abby's mom pulled up the driveway 
and honked, summoning Abby from the backyard. A few 
moments later, Abby burst through the door of the shop 
and grabbed me from behind, pressing her budding 
breasts into my back as her arms locked around my 
waist. 

She squeezed for a moment, and then released me. As she 
did so, she let her right hand drop and graze across 
the front of my shorts. Through the window, I could see 
her mother sitting in her vehicle in the driveway, so I 
quickly turned around, now facing Abby, my stunned face 
away from the window. With an impish grin, Abby gave me 
her 'normal' frontal hug, then danced out the side door 
to the driveway. My wife was in the doorway, smiling.

Before she stepped aside, my wife gave Abby a hug, but 
from the side. Then she slapped her on the butt as Abby 
headed off through the open garage door. Abby yelped, 
then skipped off, calling back over her shoulder in her 
singsong voice, 'see you tomorrow'.

The next morning, both our kids headed off to Florida 
with friends for their own version of spring break. The 
house was quiet again, and my wife and I enjoyed a few 
wonderfully lazy and romantic hours in bed together. 
Late in the afternoon, Abby showed up at the door, as 
vibrant and pretty as ever. After a hug, which I 
ensured was quick, I pulled on my cleats and spent some 
time taking shots with her in goal. 

This time it was a short session, as she had somewhere 
to go with her mom. When we hugged again, Abby was on 
to my plan to make it fast, holding on tight so I 
couldn't dismiss her so easily. She laid her head on my 
chest and pressed her pelvis to mine, her small breasts 
pressed hard into my mid-section. This time I didn't 
see my wife, but suspected she was watching from a 
window. This was confirmed when I entered the house and 
found her sitting in the sun room, a wicked smirk on 
her face.

That night in bed my wife interrogated me thoroughly 
about Abby, wanting to know how she felt in my arms, 
what I thought of her legs and her breasts, and if I 
was attracted to her. My discomfort level was surely 
evident, but she pressed on, exerting her influence 
over me and pressing me for answers. 

My hard cock contradicted my reservations, and before 
it was done, she had me openly speculating about how 
Abby would look and feel naked. Shocking even myself, I 
opened up and told her how I yearned to touch and 
suckle Abby's budding breasts.

My wife was clearly turned on by the conversation, and 
pressed it further.

'You realize how bad she wants to touch and see your 
cock, don't you?'

There was truth in her words; I knew by now that this 
beautiful young girl was definitely trying to touch my 
cock. 'Well yeah, she definitely seems to be trying to 
get a feel.'

'Why don't you let her?'

Even in my aroused state, I was stunned. The fantasy 
conversations were fun, but she sounded serious. I 
leaned back and measured the look in her eyes, unsure 
what I saw there. 'You know I can't do that.'

'Why not? It's her idea.'

'That's crazy talk, and you know it.'

'Hmmmmm.' That was all she said. She didn't press it 
any further, choosing instead to use her mouth to 
swallow my hard cock. Some time later, she added one 
last comment as she mounted me. 'I bet you'd like the 
feel of her mouth.'

'Hush dammit, and fuck me.'

After my shower the next morning, my wife handed me the 
black nylon running shorts I wear when lounging around 
the house. Always leery when she decides to dress me, 
it was with some curiosity that I stepped over to the 
dresser to get a pair of underwear.

'You don't need underwear.'

After donning a tee shirt to go with the shorts, we 
spent the morning doing odd tasks around the house. The 
whole time she teased me through the thin shorts, 
getting me hard then backing off. Several times while 
working in the yard she flashed me. All in all, it was 
a fun morning. But every time I tried to escalate 
things, in an effort to get some relief, she put me off 
with a wicked smile.

Abby showed up in mid-afternoon, dressed in soccer gear 
and ready to practice. I was napping on the couch 
again, and was awakened by her lyrical laughter as she 
and my wife talked in the next room. I tried to listen, 
but couldn't make out the words.

My wife came into the room, and seeing I was awake, 
suggested I needed to get up. I immediately headed 
towards the bedroom to change. My wife knew exactly 
what I was up to and caught me by the arm before I got 
out of the living room.

'You're fine like you are.'

'I'm just going to put on some underwear.'

Her voice took on a stern timber as she slowly 
annunciated each word. 'You're fine like you are.'

I looked at her with worried eyes, unsure about this 
development. But by that time Abby burst into the room, 
a whirlwind of youth. 'Heyyyyyy!'

When she hugged me, I was acutely aware of my lack of 
underwear, but she showed no signs of noticing.

'It's about time you got up, lazy brain.'

It was impossible not to smile at this exuberant young 
girl, her infectious joy rubbing off on all around her.

Noting her shorts and cleats, I spoke up, trying to 
drown out the pounding of my heart, all the time 
wondering what my wife was up to.

'You ready to practice girl?

'You betcha.' 

And with that she turned and headed to the door. I 
turned to my wife with a question in my eyes, but all I 
got was a smile. After a moment, she silently pointed 
towards the door.

This time my wife joined us, taking a seat in the lawn 
chair. She had donned a pair of dark sunglasses, but I 
could still read the amusement on her face as I quickly 
discovered how deeply in trouble I was. The thin nylon 
did little to contain my manhood, and with each 
movement on the ball, my cock swung around wildly. And 
now I thought I understood why my wife teased me all 
morning. As my cock flopped around, it swelled.

My hopes that my shirt might conceal the problem were 
dashed in short order. Abby's wide eyed stare and lack 
of focus on the ball as I scored one easy goal after 
another made it clear she had noticed. Normally an 
alert and capable goalie, her eyes were fixed on 
something besides the soccer ball, and my scores came 
with little effort. 

I could see in her face that she was well aware that 
things were different this time, and that she was 
enjoying it. Her breathing was a little irregular, and 
it wasn't from strenuous effort. More than once, she 
glanced at my wife as if to validate that is was 
permissible to look. I began to wonder if they had some 
sort of understanding.

The reality of the situation wasn't lost on me. Here I 
was, inappropriately dressed with an underage girl in 
my backyard. Our property is large and wooded, and thus 
very secluded, but I was still nervous about neighbors 
who might be around, and who would certainly know Abby 
and her parents. But looking around it was evident that 
someone would have to make a true effort to see what 
was going on in this part of our yard. It wasn't likely 
to happen by chance. While that eased my fear of 
detection, my concerns of where this was headed went 
unabated as my semi-hard dick moved around freely.

Then Abby's true character began to rise to the 
surface. A fierce competitor, the ease of my successful 
attacks on her goal began to bother her, and she 
adjusted her focus to step up her play. She started 
blocking most of my shots, and those that did get 
through required a much greater effort from me. But she 
still had her eye on my crotch; she simply did a better 
job of managing her attention at the appropriate times. 
And the re-doubling of her efforts had another effect. 
I now had to work harder to try to get the ball past 
her, which in turn caused my dick to flop around more, 
which in turn caused it to swell more. I studiously 
ignored my wife, not daring to know what she thought of 
all this.

In all honesty, I was starting to enjoy myself, my 
reservations notwithstanding. It was difficult not to 
focus on the fact that what I was doing was wrong, and 
approaching criminal behavior. The logical extension of 
this activity did much more than simply approach 
criminal behavior. It was hard not to think of her 
parents, and how I would feel if she were my daughter. 
It was hard not to think back over the years, and all 
the time I had spent nurturing this lovely young girl. 
But the fact was, she had been trying to touch me, and 
she clearly wanted to see what she was seeing. 

I knew it was simple teen-age curiosity, a coming of 
age ritual that she happened to direct at someone she 
knew and trusted. Likewise I knew it was a simple issue 
at this point to take advantage of her naiveté, and 
that I needed to be the adult. But she was so 
beautiful, so vibrantly healthy, so aggressive, and so 
eager. And my wife was so obviously enabling this 
encounter. My resolve was fading into the distance, as 
a part of me began to enjoy the tingling in my cock, 
and the thrill of exciting this incredible girl.

Not having much luck with outside shots anymore, I 
began to drive on the goal. Like the good goalie she 
is, Abby charged out, closing the distance and cutting 
down my angles. I dropped my shoulder and faked left, 
cutting to the right. But Abby read it wonderfully and 
stepped in with a foot on the ball. As we collided, I 
fell away from her to the right, trying to make sure I 
did not fall on her and cause injury. As a result, I 
fell hard on my back, knocking the air from my lungs, 
and Abby tumbled in on top of me, which in retrospect 
was perhaps of her own doing.

Abby was laughing as I tried to pull the air back into 
my lungs. Needing her weight off my chest, I used her 
shoulders to push her upper body off me. Even gasping 
for air, I was aware when her young breasts broke 
contact with my abdomen.

'Abby, I need you to hop up.' 

She was still laughing, but could hear the urgency in 
my voice. Her stomach was against my semi-hard cock, 
and I knew by then she was getting up reluctantly, not 
wanting the break the contact. Using her right hand on 
the ground, her left hand came down on my cock as she 
pushed off the get up. I was stunned by the directness 
of her action, but was still too out of breath to 
react. 

'You OK?'

I looked up with a smile, not wanting to worry her. Her 
eyes were fixed where her hand had just been, and from 
the serous look on her face I imagined that she was 
trying to reconcile what she felt with what she saw. My 
fear of this situation was at an all time high, but my 
cock was abuzz with the memory of her touch.

I sat up as my wife got to her feet. My lungs now full 
of fresh air, the momentary panic of having the breath 
knocked out of me passed in a hurry. I could see my 
wife smiling as she spoke up for the first time.

'Looks like you guys could use a drink.' 

I got up and dropped into one of the chairs, now 
laughing myself. Instead of claiming her own chair, 
Abby dropped into my lap, facing away from me as she 
leaned back on my chest. As she shifted her position a 
few times, I was now well aware of her game. She was 
trying to get the best contact, and her squirming 
ceased as I felt my swollen cock settle into the crack 
of her back-side. She sat uncharacteristically quiet in 
my lap as the fresh scent of her hair filled my 
nostrils. 

At first I resisted the urge to touch her, letting my 
arms hang awkwardly. But then I capitulated and brought 
my hands around and rested them on her taut stomach. 
Her hands immediately covered mine, holding my arms 
firmly against her warmth. My mind wandered, and I 
contemplated the joy of running my hands up or down her 
body. With a shake, I consciously tried to clear my 
head.

My wife returned with drinks, smiling knowingly as she 
eyed me slumped in the chair with Abby draped across my 
body. Even through the glasses I could see was looking 
at where my hands were, and when she didn't look away I 
wondered if she might be imagining them moving up or 
down. By now I knew she was thinking along these lines. 
As I thought it through, I could feel the reaction in 
my cock, and I had to wonder if Abby could feel it as 
well.

With the drinks finished, in an act of what I 
considered pure wisdom, I urged Abby to her feet to 
complete our workout. She got up reluctantly, and 
headed off towards the goal. As I arose to follow her, 
my wife called me over to her chair.

'A little warm out here, isn't it?'

The wariness was probably evident in my voice. 'Yeah.'

'Take your shirt off.'

I stood frozen, my back to Abby, looking at my wife 
like she was nuts.

She waited patiently, smiling. When I didn't move or 
speak, she repeated herself, this time steel in her 
voice. 'Take your shirt off.'

Still I hesitated. Abby was getting restless and 
shouted at me. 'Let's go.'

I looked hard at my wife. 'You sure about what you're 
doing.'

'I saw what she did. I'm sure.'

My mind zeroed in on that brief instant when Abby's 
hand closed over my semi-hard cock. God, she was such a 
beautiful child. There was no denying that it turned me 
on, and apparently my wife felt the same way.

'Take it off.'

I snapped back to the present. Crossing my arms as I 
reached for the hem of my shirt, I slowly lifted the 
shirt over my head and dropped it in her lap. My wife 
quickly reached up and tugged downward slightly on the 
legs of my shorts. This caused the elastic top to slip 
down just over my hipbones, as I jumped back.

'Don't adjust them.'

I stared at her in disbelief. It was bad enough I was 
standing there in nothing but a thin nylon covering, 
now the top of the shorts were about 2" lower than 
normal. 

I was terrified as I turned back towards Abby. But in 
retrospect, and to be totally honest, the feelings of 
terror were now based more on what I was feeling. I 
actually wanted to turn to Abby and let her see me like 
this. I wanted her to look. And I wasn't disappointed.

Her eyes were wide and didn't rise above my waist as I 
walked towards her. My cock was getting hard, and 
glancing down, I was stunned to see the clear outline 
of my mushroom shaped glans pressing against the front 
of the nylon shorts, as they tented out from trying to 
hold my cock down. If I could see it, then so could 
Abby. 

A new fear ran through me as I realized how obvious 
this was. If Abby could see it, then so could someone 
else. Surveying the area around the yard once more, I 
again concluded it was unlikely, but I was still 
uneasy.

I stopped about ten feet in front of Abby, who stood 
agape. Even in stunned silence, she was incredibly 
pretty, her long flowing hair pulled back to reveal a 
sharply chiseled face, her olive skin aglow with life. 
Her sparkling black eyes glanced up to my own briefly, 
then involuntarily trailed back down. Her beautiful 
athletic frame started with lithe, muscled legs. 

Her hips were slender and girlish, her stomach flat, 
and her budding breasts pressed out invitingly. She had 
wide shoulders, which would serve her well when her 
breasts filled out like her mother's. I looked over at 
my wife and she was intently studying the situation, 
measuring, calculating. It seemed we had reached a 
turning point.

In an effort to ease the tension, I took the ball and 
slotted a goal past Abby to her left. She made little 
effort to stop it as she watched, now without 
obstruction, as my cock swung back and forth. My shorts 
were low, perhaps an inch above my pubic hair, and I 
had to consciously resist the instinctive urge to pull 
them up. The only thing stopping my cock from going 
totally hard was the restrictive grip of the nylon.

Taking another ball, I dribbled right, then angled a 
shot back to the left. Abby made more of an effort, but 
she was definitely fixed on the movements of my cock. 
We continued our work-out half-heartedly, both of us 
now more interested in the excitement we felt rather 
than the game. 

Abby took advantage of the first opportunity to make 
contact as I dribbled past her, using her arm to brush 
across my cock. In it's more hardened state, the touch 
had to have been quite different for her, as indicated 
when her black eyes went wide.

The tension was high, and the quality of the play was 
low, so my wife rose to her feet and walked towards us.

'It's getting really warm, and the two of you seemed to 
have lost interest in soccer.' She paused with an evil 
smile, and then went one. 'Why don't we go upstairs and 
play a game of pool?'

We had a pool table in an apartment over our garage, 
and Abby, while not very good, liked to play. I had 
mixed feeling about her suggestion. On the positive 
side, I liked the idea of going inside, away from any 
prying eyes. I couldn't seem to escape the fear that 
Abby's mom was watching us through the trees, the cops 
on the way. On the other hand, if we went inside, who 
knew where my wife would let this lead?

But Abby agreed quickly, and it looked like there was 
no option. As I turned to pick up my shirt, my wife 
read my movements and headed me off, collecting it 
herself while shaking her head 'no'.

As we turned and headed across the wide yard towards 
the garage, I once again became aware of how obvious my 
cock was tenting the front of my shorts. Abby was aware 
as well, taking my hand in hers as she walked besides 
me, glancing over repeatedly. Even as I looked 
nervously around for any signs of neighbors, I was 
quite aware of how wonderful it felt to be walking 
hand-in-hand with this pretty girl, near naked, and 
under the watchful eyes of my wife.

Once 'safely' upstairs, I made a big show of clearing 
off the cluttered table and collecting and racking the 
balls. Abby and my wife sat on one of the two couches 
in the room and watched, whispering and snickering. I 
was dying to know what my wife was saying, but I 
ignored them, not giving her the pleasure of seeing my 
curiosity. I sank two on the break, and then quickly 
dropped a couple more before I missed. As Abby got to 
her feet, she had a pouting look on her face, her 
competitive nature not liking my quick start.

Standing beside the couch where my wife sat as Abby 
lined up a shot, I jumped like I had been shocked when 
I felt my wife's hand creep up the back of my shorts 
and cup my balls. Abby looked awkward as she tried to 
line up the shot.

'Why don't you go show her the right way to do it?'

I stepped over to Abby, and then realized why my wife 
was being so generous. To help Abby, I had to stand 
behind her and reach my arms around hers. Her fresh, 
girlish scent filled my senses once again, and she 
immediately pressed back against my swollen manhood. As 
I showed her how to align and hold her cue, I wanted to 
touch her so bad, but then realized she was the one 
initiating the touching. My wife was quite right; she 
was a very curious teen-ager.

When I stepped away from Abby, her concentration 
returned and she made the shot. But then she missed and 
sat back down with my wife. When I made my next shot, 
my wife whispered in Abby's ear, and Abby quickly got 
up and came my way. I eyed her suspiciously as I lined 
up the cue, and just before I shot her hands came 
suddenly to my bare sides and tickled me. 

In a natural reaction, I jerked bolt upright. After 
that, each time I lined up she did the same, tickling 
my sides or my stomach. There was no way I could 
concentrate. Finally I laid my cue on the table, 
grabbed her around the waist, and lifted her up. As I 
carried her over the couch where my wife sat giggling, 
Abby dangled her legs against my crotch, letting them 
rub against my still straining dick. I plopped her down 
on the couch and hurried back to the table.

She started to jump back to her feet, but my wife 
grabbed her arm and started to whisper something to 
her. I wanted to hear, but could only make out Abby's 
reply.

'It's OK?'

My wife nodded in the affirmative as I made another 
shot. I saw Abby coming as I lined up for the next one, 
and wasn't surprised to feel her dainty little hands 
start tickling my stomach. But I was surprised when 
they dropped down, continuing their tickling motion 
right in my crotch. She got a good feel before I could 
jump back, and she came in for more as I backed away.

'He is ticklish there!'

Her voice was excited and her eyes gleamed as she 
gloated triumphantly, still pressing the attack. She 
dove in again, her hands going straight for my crotch 
as I spun away and moved around the table. My wife 
watched bemused as we danced back and forth, me trying 
to keep the table between us. It was a confusing 
moment. What Abby had done had taken my breath away. 
And when I considered it was done at my wife's urging, 
my heart nearly pounded out of my chest. But I still 
couldn't shake the feeling that what I was doing was 
wrong. It was a tangle of emotion, and my fears were 
fueled by my awareness of which feelings were winning. 

As we circled the table, Abby suddenly lunged across 
the top of it. It wasn't a complete surprise, and there 
was no denying that my hesitation in reacting was 
partly due to my desire to be caught. But as she rolled 
off on my side and attacked my groin, I came back 
quickly to my senses and rolled away. She grabbed hold 
of my shorts to stop my retreat, and being held in 
place only by elastic, they started to come down. 

My only defense to prevent the loss of my scant 
clothing was to drop to the floor, rolling in a ball to 
stop the downward descent of nylon. She pounced 
immediately. As her hands tried to worm their way 
between my legs, I rolled up tighter in the fetal 
position, realizing this was my last gasp attempt to 
remain a law abiding citizen.

Abby's famed determination served her well as she tried 
every trick she could think of. Tickling worked best, 
as I had to shift positions to avoid her fingers. Each 
time I did, she lunged at the openings I created. She 
made contact more than once before I could roll back up 
in a ball. My cock was responding as all cocks do at 
the touch of a beautiful girl, betraying me as I tried 
vainly one last time to resist her and my combined 
urges. 

Abby tickled my arm pits and my legs involuntarily 
lifted away from my body as I tried to escape her 
fingers. Her right hand immediately dove to my groin as 
my legs returned to their protective position, trapping 
her arm against my body. With my right arm I pinned her 
to me as I used my left to try and extract her arm. 

She fought against me, her fingertips just touching the 
top of my cock. It was like holding an angry wildcat, 
and she was winning. I looked past her to my wife, who 
still sat on the couch, now behind Abby, watching. The 
first thing I noticed was that her nipples were hard 
against her blouse. She was enjoying this. She smiled 
at me and arched her eyebrows.

'What's the problem?'

I stopped struggling, and Abby followed suit, keeping 
her hand in place. We were both breathing hard. I knew 
what to do, but it was a hard decision. Looking at my 
wife, I mouthed the words, 'you sure about this?'

She nodded a yes.

I was on my back, my legs pulled up in the air and 
against my body. Abby was on my right side, and my 
right arm was around her shoulders, trying to hold her. 
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, I relaxed. Releasing my 
left handed grip on Abby's lower arm, I reached up and 
encircled her shoulders now with both arms and hugged 
her to me. Then gradually I started to lower my legs, 
all the while entangled in an internal struggle between 
right and wrong. It became obvious which side was 
winning when I stretched my legs out flat on the floor.

Abby reacted immediately, dropping her hand to cover my 
hard cock. To be sure it was a heavenly, if not 
confusing, feeling as I felt her eagerness through her 
fingers closing around my dick. But now victorious, she 
was suddenly filled with uncertainty. Having moved to 
capture her prize spontaneously, her inexperienced mind 
was now filled with doubts of what to do next. Her hand 
didn't move, but her grip loosened, and she looked over 
her shoulder to my wife, unsure of herself.

My wife read the situation instantly and was 
reassuring. 'Its OK, Abby.'

Abby continued to stare at her as my wife paused, then 
went on. 'It's OK with me, and now it's OK with him. I 
know how curious you are, I was your age once, and felt 
the same things you are feeling.'

Abby lay her head against me. Her hand remained at my 
crotch, but was motionless. I squeezed her gently 
against me, enjoying the feel of her small breasts 
pressed into my body. Bending my head slightly, I 
started kissing the top of her head. I could feel the 
tension in her body gradually relax. She had been so 
sure of herself as she chased me around, so sure of her 
goal, but now she seemed much more fragile.

We lay quietly for a few minutes, my hard-on 
unrelenting, Abby's hand unmoving. I realized my wife 
was looking right down at Abby's hand on my dick and 
didn't mind. 

She slipped off the couch to the floor beside me, 
opposite Abby. There was now a trace of concern in her 
voice. 'Its OK Abby, why don't we finish the game of 
pool?'

My wife was suddenly concerned that she had miss-read 
the signs, and had pushed things too far. I found her 
misgivings to be unnerving under the circumstances, to 
say the least. But presented with the prospect of 
losing this moment, of backing up to where we started, 
the determination I loved in Abby kicked in once again. 
Her hand closed around my cock, the nylon molding 
easily to the shape under her grip, and she snuggled in 
closer to me. The message was clear; she wasn't ready 
to get up.

The relief in my wife was almost visible, and I 
realized my own heart was pounding as the anxiety of 
the moment passed. I held Abby tightly and once again 
started gently kissing the top of her head. As my wife 
sat back and watched, I started stroking Abby's back as 
she lay against me. She felt magnificent. For a while, 
she simply held my throbbing cock, then her 
inexperienced hand started to move a little. She was 
checking me out, feeding her curiosity, and when her 
fingers touched my cock head, she tilted her head 
downwards and I knew she was looking at her finger's 
discoveries. 

It was slow, and it was beautiful, and I did nothing to 
try and hurry things along. After a while I started to 
let my hand on her back drift downward, brushing across 
her tight buttocks. When she clearly didn't mind, I 
became bolder, stoking down her back, squeezing her 
butt, then back up again. She had now wrapped her 
fingers all the way around me, and lifted me up, and 
although all I could see was the top of her head, I 
knew she had the nylon stretched over my manhood and 
was looking it over.

'Want to see it?' It was my wife, and I knew what I 
hoped the answer to be.

'OK.' Such a simple answer, that conveyed so much, her 
youthful voice strained by uncertainty and excitement. 

'I'm sure he'll let you take his shorts off.' You bet I 
would. I showed no reaction as I waited, hopeful. I 
thought perhaps my wife would help her, but if Abby 
wanted to see a man's cock for the first time, my wife 
was going to make her do the work herself. Obviously 
her confidence in the situation was back.

In the end, my wife did help her, but only after Abby 
started the process. I lifted my hips eagerly as Abby 
started pushing my shorts down. But my wife slowed 
things down.

'Wait Abby, try this first.' Abby looked up at her. 
'Reach inside. Use your hands first, then your eyes. It 
will be fun.'

I settled back to the floor, as Abby settled back 
against my chest. She continued to hold my cock through 
my shorts for a minute, then slowly released me. I felt 
her hand travel to the top of my shorts, pause, then 
ease it's way under the elastic. My breathing almost 
stopped as I felt her fingers slowly trail through my 
pubic hair. 

Once again she seemed unsure of herself, and in my 
excitement I wanted to guide her, but I was wise enough 
to resist, knowing it would detract from the beauty of 
the moment. And Abby came through for me, pressing on 
in her exploration. I could tell she was excited by the 
irregularity of her breathing, and the tenseness of her 
body, but my own excitement was paramount as her hand 
finally closed around my cock, skin-on-skin. 

She held me like this for a long while, and then looked 
at my wife. 'It pulses.'

'That's because you have him excited. Its his way of 
saying he likes what you are doing.' 

She turned her face upward and looked at me for the 
first time in a while. I smiled and kissed her forehead 
several times. 'She's right. You make me feel 
wonderful.'

Abby lowered her head, then explored a little, much 
like she had from the outside.

'Ready to see now?' It was my wife, and Abby shook her 
head yes.

'Whenever you are ready.'

Reluctantly, Abby extracted her hand, then once again 
was pushing my shorts down. I lifted up, but it wasn't 
enough, and Abby had to sit up and use both hands. 
That's when my wife stepped in again to help, sliding 
my shorts off my stiff cock and clean off my legs. When 
my hard cock sprang free, Abby let out a faint gasp. 
I'm fairly large, and was swollen to a deep purple 
glow, and it must have looked quite intimidating to my 
young friend. 

My wife started to speak, then stopped, obviously 
deciding to let Abby make her own way. It was an 
incredible moment, as I watched this remarkably pretty 
young girl stare in open-mouthed wonder at my engorged 
cock. I was now totally naked and aroused in front of 
two lovely, fully clothed, females, one of them barely 
a teen, the other my wife. 

If it ended here, if I got dressed and we all went 
about our normal business and never mentioned this 
event again, it would be enough, and it would last with 
me forever, in vivid detail. Time seemed to stop, the 
only movement the twitching of my dick. I lay one hand 
gently on Abby's back as she sat beside me, and then 
laid my head back on the floor, closing my eyes. She 
could sit there and stare as long as she wanted. My 
life was fulfilled.

After a short while, I felt the heat of her hand 
nearing me before I ever felt her touch. When she 
closed around my throbbing cock, I had the urge to 
explode in orgasm then and there. But I wanted this to 
last, and held my feelings at bay, biting my lower lip. 

Slowly Abby laid back down as my right arm closed 
around her shoulders once again. Her head settled on my 
chest, turned down so she could see. When she started 
to move her hand along my cock, her touch was 
unintentionally light, learning at an early age what 
this can do to a man as I jerked involuntarily.

'It's OK, he just likes the way you are touching him.'

So she continued to do it, and I started to count the 
ceiling tiles, trying to think of anything but the 
magic of her juvenile fingers. My right hand began 
exploring her back again, and I idly wondered for a 
moment how I ever came to be naked in front of my wife 
as a thirteen-year-old girl played with my cock. I had 
done some exciting things with my wife of late, but 
nothing compared to the intensity of this experience.

As she played with my cock, my hand slipped under her 
shirt, feeling her bare back. Slowly I worked my way 
up, over her sports bra, until I was rubbing her 
shoulders. She felt so firm and smooth, and touching 
her excited me more than I thought possible. I had 
often noticed the loveliness of young girls, and had 
admired their developing bodies, but it had been more 
of a paternal admiration. I had never really thought of 
touching one in such a manner.

But now that I was doing so, I liked it, plain and 
simple. Getting bolder, using both hands I grabbed the 
hem of her shirt and started pulling it up. When she 
didn't resist, I kept coming, as my wife watched my 
actions intently. When Abby lifted away from my body 
slightly, in an act of encouragement, I knew her shirt 
was coming off. She took her hand from my cock 
momentarily as I somewhat awkwardly stripped the 
garment from her body, then she settled back down and 
grabbed my cock up once again.

My hand was now on her bare skin without impediment, 
and the feel of her was incredible. She was firm and 
strong to the touch, and almost immediately my hand 
went to find the clasp on her bra. But it was a sports 
bra and had no clasp, so instead I pushed it upwards, 
towards her shoulders. Again she offered no objections, 
letting out a small sigh as I ran my hand across the 
newly bared skin.

On a roll, I took the next step. Slipping my fingers 
under the edges of her bra, I urged it upward. Once 
again she released my cock and lifted up, and I pulled 
the stretch material over her head. One-by-one, she 
slipped her arms out, her right hand once again 
immediately returning to my cock. As she settled back 
against me, I felt her bare young breasts press in 
against my skin. It was a wonderful feeling as my hand 
swept her hair aside and explored her now naked back. I 
had yet to see those little breasts, but I was pretty 
certain I would before long.

My wife's eyes were glazed over with unconcealed lust 
as she watched this now half-naked teen play with my 
cock. I could tell it was difficult for her to just sit 
there, nipples hard against her shirt. She caught me 
looking and smiled, licking her lips suggestively. Then 
she turned to Abby.

'Abby, try wrapping your hand around it, then stroking 
it up and down.'

Abby made a fist around my cock, then tried to do as 
suggested. Something that seemed obvious to me was 
awkward at first, but then she started to get the 
rhythm.

'That's it. Go the whole length one way, then back the 
other.'

Abby did as she was told, and I found myself being 
jerked off quite well by her inexperienced hands.

'Is this as much fun as you hoped?'

Abby turned towards my wife. 'Yes.'

'He's big, isn't he?'

'Yes.' She sounded sincerely impressed. 'How is this 
supposed to go inside a girl?'

In retrospect is was a perfectly innocent question for 
teen seeing a big cock for the first time. 

'Oh it will Abby. And when that day comes for you, 
you'll love it. Believe me.' My wife paused. 'But 
that's way in the future for you, there's no need to 
worry about that now.'

Then my wife asked another question. 'Would you like to 
try something really fun?'

'Yes.' Short, sweet and full of expectation.

'He likes to have his dick kissed and licked. In fact 
all guys like to have their dicks sucked.'

'I know, I've heard of that.' I was half expecting an 
'ooooohh', or a 'yuck'. But Abby sounded interested. 
The sudden flutter in my heart was from joy, and my 
mind idly wondered where Abby had heard this.

'Want me to show you how?'

My hand on her naked back never quit moving, and 
unconsciously it now picked up the pace as Abby 
replied. 'Yes.'

My wife winked at me and mouthed, 'told you so.' Then 
she leaned over, her head disappearing behind Abby's. 
My wife took my cock from Abby and laid it back against 
my belly. Then she leaned in and licked along the base 
of it. She kissed and licked all along it's length, 
then drifted down and kissed my balls. 

Standing my cock up, she licked it's length several 
times, then closed her mouth over the head and took as 
much in her mouth as she could. I desperately wanted to 
see Abby's face as my face taught her to suck cock, but 
it wasn't to be. All I could do was lay back and enjoy 
the feeling.

Finally my wife sat back up, using her hand to wipe her 
spit from my cock. As she released me, Abby didn't 
hesitate to grab hold of my member once again.

'You want to try it?'

Abby didn't answer this time. Instead she used her left 
arm to push off the floor and sit up as she held on to 
my cock with her right. As she arose, she turned 
towards me, and I saw her breasts for the first time. 
They were very small, but perfect little cones that 
came up to lovely pink nipples. I was so taken by the 
sight, and so used to her talking with my wife, that I 
almost missed her words directed at me.

'Would you like me to do it?'

At some older age, she would realize how she could say 
such things to manipulate a man. But this day, as I lay 
naked on the floor, my hard cock in the hand of this 
thirteen-year-old wonder, it was pure innocence. Her 
hair had fallen around her face, the ribbon in the back 
having slipped down, and her dark eyes looked right 
through me. She was naked from the waist up, and was 
not shy about her newly forming breasts. She was so 
beautiful, I was speechless for a moment. When I spoke, 
my voice was shaky.

'Abby, I'd love it.'

No truer words had ever been spoken, and when she 
tentatively kissed the head of my cock for the first 
time, I could easily have died and gone to heaven. I 
looked over at my wife and reached out with a hand on 
her leg. She covered my hand with her own, but never 
looked my way. Her eyes were fixed on Abby as she 
kissed her way down my cock as she had been shown.

'That's good Abby. Gentle and slow, it'll drive him 
crazy.'

I lifted my head from the floor, looking down my body 
at Abby. Her hand held my cock as her lips kissed down 
the underside, towards my balls. In this position she 
was facing me, and our eyes met. She didn't look away. 
Those black eyes sparkled with wonderment, without a 
hint of shyness about what she was doing for the first 
time. As my wife had done previously, she used her 
tongue, running it up the length of my cock towards to 
head. With a great sigh of pleasure, I dropped my head 
back to the floor, closing my eyes to enjoy the moment. 

For a minute all you could hear was my deep breathing 
as Abby licked up and down my throbbing cock. It was my 
wife who broke the silence. 'Take it in your mouth, 
Abby.'

'It's grown so big.' The excitement in her voice sent a 
chill through me, and I opened my eyes once again. Abby 
was looking right at my wife, a smile of amazement on 
her face.

'Yes, and that's because he likes what you are doing. 
It will fit in your mouth, and I promise you'll like 
the way it feels. Don't be afraid.'

'I'm not afraid.' It was said a little too quickly, 
like she felt she had to defend herself. But my wife 
quickly reassured her with a warm smile.

'No, you're not the least bit afraid, are you?'

'No.' She kissed the head of my cock, and then with an 
impish grin had the last word. 'This is fun.'

I then watched as she opened her mouth and lowered her 
head, enveloping the end of my cock with her warm 
wetness. My excitement was beyond description. I 
scanned my eyes down her back, her left breast visible. 
I yearned to reach out and touch it, but once again I 
simply closed my eyes to the pleasure. I knew there 
would be time later, and I wanted this moment for her, 
and I. 

Abby's movements were awkward at best, as she tried to 
find the best position, my big cock causing her some 
difficulty. When I jumped involuntarily for the second 
time, my wife recognized the problem and continued her 
lesson.

'Don't use your teeth Abby. Just your lips and your 
tongue. He loves to feel your tongue swirling around. 
That's good. You can use your teeth to apply light 
pressure, but you have to be careful or it will hurt.'

Abby was an eager student, and within moments I had 
only the soft gentle feel of her mouth on my cock. Her 
tongue was a bit too eager, but she would learn.

'Apply suction, and move it in and out of your mouth. 
Nice and easy. That's good.'

Was it ever. I had one hand on my wife's leg, and I lay 
my other on Abby's bare back. The warmth of her olive 
skin was just one more source of stimulus.

'Get up on your knees and bend over him. There. That 
should be a better angle. Now try and see how much you 
can take in your mouth.'

I could sense Abby look up suddenly at my wife, and I 
imagined an incredulous look on her face. But 
nonetheless, she used the new position to her advantage 
and slid as much of my cock in her youthful mouth as 
she could. She had about half of it, and that was 
plenty for me.

'Sit up for a second Abby. Let me show you something.'

Her response to my wife's request was reluctant, but 
then I felt the cool air on my glans as she released me 
from her mouth. My wife immediately bent over and took 
me into her mouth. The familiar feel was a distinct 
contrast from Abby's inexperience, and with a couple of 
strokes she had my entire cock in her mouth. Abby sat 
staring, amazement on her pretty face. I stroked her 
back, admiring her utter beauty, as my wife showed off 
for her avid pupil.

She stopped when Abby spoke. 'I could never do that!'

Sitting back up, my wife responded. 'Oh, you'll be able 
to. You just have to totally relax, and it takes lots 
of practice.'

Abby giggled at that, and I sincerely hoped it was 
because she was thinking of how she might get lots of 
practice. She wasted no time in returning to her task, 
covering my cock with her mouth once again. 

Over and over she tried, to the point of gagging, but 
only about half of my cock ever made it into her mouth. 
But she quickly learned to wrap her hand around the 
base, and follow her mouth with her hand, stroking me 
as she sucked my dick. Every time I felt my manhood 
touch the back of her throat, my body jerked in 
appreciation.

Recognizing that my excitement level was too high, I 
tried to process discreet thoughts as a means to divert 
attention from the pleasure of this thirteen year old 
giving me a blowjob. It was a remarkable situation I 
found myself in. I was totally naked, laying on the 
floor, as a beautiful, half-naked nymph sucked on my 
cock, the first one to ever enter her young mouth. 

My wife, fully clothed, sat on the floor beside me, 
watching intently and giving instructions. My wife's 
breasts pressed against her shirt, her nipples rock 
hard. She was obviously turned on. It was sensory 
overload, and despite my efforts at distraction, I knew 
I couldn't last much longer. I wasn't ready for a 
climax yet.

With a monumental effort, I lifted up on to my elbows, 
pausing to watch Abby at her work. With only my glans 
between her lips, she looked back at me, a question 
dancing across her shining eyes. I smiled warmly at 
her, marveling at my big purple cock disappearing 
between her lips. Once again I was struck by the total 
confidence Abby possessed. She liked what she was 
doing, and showed no reservations whatsoever.

I finished sitting up, grabbing her gently by the 
shoulders and lifting her away from my cock and back 
onto her haunches. Her right hand refused to release 
its grip on my swollen member. Before she could speak, 
I quickly kissed her on the lips, then pushed her back, 
nimbly swinging around her in the process so that she 
was falling back onto the floor in the position I just 
vacated. She actually looked disappointed when her hand 
was finally forced by the action to release my cock, as 
if she had suffered a loss.

I guided her onto her back, her long black hair falling 
helter-skelter about her shoulders. When she came to 
rest on the floor, I continued moving forward, my lips 
once again pecking at hers. 'I want to make you feel 
good for a minute.'

She smiled at that as I settled astride her, a knee on 
either side, my still raging cock coming to rest on her 
belly. As I started to kiss her, she immediately took 
advantage of my position and brought both her hands to 
my cock once again. The hunger for contact she had 
shown through the body hugs and our wrestling matches 
seemed to have magnified now that she had permission, 
and she couldn't seem to get enough.

I paused and looked deep into Abby's black eyes. She 
returned my gaze without flinching. I had watched this 
girl grow from a small child into the most gorgeous 
teenager I could ever remember, and had discreetly and 
reverently admired her beauty as it developed. Now that 
we were here, somehow locked into an illicit sexual 
encounter, I wanted nothing more than to kiss this 
beautiful child all over her face. Sweeping her hair 
back with both hands, I started at her forehead and 
explored every square millimeter of skin. 

My lips and tongue made a gentle trail across her 
chiseled features, her soft youthful skin warm to the 
touch. She closed her eyes when I kissed them, giggled 
when I sucked on her nose, and sighed rapturously when 
I licked at her ears. Exploring this further,  I 
nibbled at her ear lobes, and it was obvious that the 
ears were one of Abby's intense erogenous zones. I 
imagined with a mixture of glee and envy the joy of 
discovery that would befall her future lovers.

As I kissed her neck and the underside of her chin, 
Abby went slack, her hands continuing to hold my cock 
but no longer applying pressure. She liked me nipping 
at and sucking on her neck, and I indulged her, being 
careful not to mark her olive skin. 

The thought that I had to be careful not to leave a 
telltale sign brought an image of Abby's mother to my 
mind, but I quickly brushed it aside. I was beyond the 
point of caring about the consequences of my actions. 
This was a willing child, I was as turned on as I'd 
ever been, and my wife was the eager facilitator. I 
wasn't going to stop.

I glanced at my wife for the first time in a while. She 
was watching intently as I feasted on Abby from the 
neck up, her right hand absently rubbing at her left 
breast. Her eyes were glazed, and she was clearly as 
aroused as I was. She smiled and I turned back to my 
young charge, now kissing Abby directly on the lips. It 
was clear that she was not accustomed to kissing as an 
act of passion, but eagerly kissed back. 

In my wildest dreams I never imagined that I would one 
day be kissing this gorgeous girl, and it was an 
incredible moment that I wanted to hang on to forever. 
When I pressed at her lips with my tongue, her eyes 
came wide open in surprise, but she parted her lips and 
let me through, still an avid learner. I explored the 
tender insides of her mouth to her amusement, Abby not 
really knowing what to do. I made a mental note to 
teach her later, and hoped dearly that there would be 
an opportunity.

Knowing I could kiss this angelic face forever, I made 
a conscious effort to move on. There was so much 
exploration to undertake, and there was no doubt this 
young girl was going to let me have my way with her. 
Kissing down her chin and her neck, I slid downward and 
kissed a trail south across her chest, between her 
girlish breasts. She sighed and closed her eyes as I 
pulled her hands from my cock and pressed her arms to 
the floor on either side. I could see the pink tipped 
breasts out of the corner of each eye, and once again I 
resisted the urge to touch, wanting to extend the 
moment, and to heighten both her and my desire.

Abby now lay flat on the floor, arms splayed out on 
either side, willingly waiting to see what would 
happen. I ran my tongue all around her chest, making 
circles around her breasts without actually touching 
either one. My eyes were open, taking in the loveliness 
of her budding young body. 

There was a faint tan line from a bikini top, obscured 
by the deep olive color of Abby's skin. Her nipples 
were not yet mature, the aureole and nipple blending 
together into a pink puffiness that contrasted 
beautifully with her skin tone. The lighter colored 
skin where her bikini top would normally be, naturally 
golden brown but not tanned by the sun, enhanced the 
feeling that this was a journey deep into no-man's 
land. These two, small perfect cones were an 
inspiration, and I wondered why I had until now failed 
to notice the wonderfully artistic quality of a young 
girl's body.

When I finally started kissing her breasts, Abby 
chirped and sighed contentedly, opening her eyes 
briefly to smile at my wife. Finally, overcome by the 
yearning, I covered her entire right breast with my 
mouth, sucking inward as I ran my tongue across her 
nipple. She lifted her back in response, offering 
herself to me, letting me know the wait had been 
difficult for her as well. 

Abby's entire breast fit easily into my mouth with room 
to spare, and I as I sucked delightedly on her right 
breast, my hand came up and covered her left. It had 
been worth the wait, the build-up of tension. Now that 
I had ownership of her pretty little tits, I was 
overwhelmed by the passion I felt for this girl. In all 
my sexual experiences, across many different spectrums, 
over many years, I had never known a more beautiful 
moment.

I suckled Abby's breasts for a long time, moving 
between the two, my mouth constantly on one while my 
hands swapped out covering the other. I worked 
diligently at her nipples, trying to get them to stand 
up. And they did stiffen somewhat, but remained soft 
and pliable, still not ready to get so hard like a 
grown woman's that they ached. 

Abby was no longer able to lay still, tossing back and 
forth under my ministrations. When her hands finally 
came to my head to guide it back and forth, it was pure 
instinct, a natural response to pleasure that would 
serve her well to excite her lovers as she grew to 
womanhood.

As with her face, I could have lingered at her breasts 
indefinitely. And though my cock ached relentlessly for 
release, I knew I could stop at this point, get 
dressed, and savor this moment as pure satisfaction for 
the rest of my days. I had experienced enough, had 
memories enough, to last a lifetime. But I knew I could 
go on, to press her further, and I knew Abby would 
permit me to do so. 

As I licked at her nipples, I pondered the correct 
course of action. Part of me knew I should end it here. 
I had taken substantial risk, and I was on the wrong 
side of the law. I knew I should put my clothes back 
on, dress Abby, send her on her way, and pray for 
secrecy. My experience to this point, the memories 
burned into my brain, would support me through jerk-off 
sessions from this point forward. I should definitely 
stop, of that I had little doubt.

But just as strong was the urge to know more of Abby. 
She was willing and excited, and would no doubt follow 
the lead of my wife and I. And so I wavered, until I 
sat up for a moment and looked at my wife. She was 
openly kneading her breast, her other hand pressed 
between her thighs. 

Her eyes were shiny and slick as she stared at the 
wetness from my mouth shining on Abby's budding 
breasts. She was every bit as turned on by this little 
vixen of a girl as I was, and she made up my mind for 
me. When my lips returned to Abby's body, they started 
a trail south across her firm abdomen.

Even in her inexperience, Abby sensed where I was 
headed. Her body tensed up in anticipation, her hands 
falling once again to her sides, her breathing becoming 
more erratic. But she wasn't scared; she was excited. I 
had made a good choice.

The firmness of Abby's stomach was apparent under my 
tongue. There wasn't an ounce of excess anywhere on 
this sweet, athletic girl. My tongue traced the 
outlines of her ribs, causing her to squirm and giggle, 
then followed the contours of the muscles that rippled 
across her mid-section. 

She twisted around some more as my tongue delved into 
her navel, but more from pleasure than a ticklish 
reaction. When I finally reached the elastic of her 
shorts, she was laying perfectly still as I traced left 
and right along the interface of cloth and skin. 

My mouth sought out and found the sharpness of her 
hipbone on the left, then traversed across to do the 
same on the right. Glancing up, I could see Abby had 
her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open. Her body 
was tense as she anxiously waited to see what would 
happen next.

Bringing my hands up, I hooked fingers under the 
elastic of her shorts on either side. I only moved them 
downward a fraction, but the implications of my action 
brought a sharp gasp from Abby. But there was no 
resistance at all. She was ready for what was coming.

Easing the front of her shorts down a small distance, 
my tongue quickly went to work bathing every square 
millimeter of newly exposed skin. Once done, I edged 
the shorts a little further downward, repeating the 
process. With each movement of her shorts, her tension 
built, until it seemed every muscle in her body was 
coiled tight. But I did not hurry the process. It was 
too beautiful an experience not to savor every moment, 
and I loved the way the anticipation was building in 
her. She may have been young and inexperienced, but her 
desire was palpable.

On the fourth cycle of shorts and tongue, I exposed the 
top edge of her panties. They were simple nylon, a pale 
aqua color with a faint bird print. In all they were 
very girlish, but they were wrapped around the body of 
a youngster eager to experience womanhood. The contrast 
was exciting. 

When Abby felt my fingers slip under the edge of her 
panties, hooking them with the shorts, she lifted her 
head and opened her eyes briefly, as if to confirm what 
the sense of touch had communicated to her brain. She 
glanced down at my fingers, and then smiled at me with 
dreamy eyes, looked over quickly at my wife, and then 
slipped back to the floor with a contented sigh. My 
tongue went right back to work, laying claim to the 
tender young skin I had just exposed.

On my next move downward, I encountered another faint 
tan line, the indicator of forbidden territory. But in 
this case, every indication was that I was welcome 
here, if not in the eyes of the law, then certainly in 
the view of the teenaged recipient of my oral worship. 

As my tongue swept across Abby's lower stomach, her 
belly retracted away from me, sinking in as her chest 
rose so that her rib cage pushed outward, distinctly 
outlined. It reminded me of the famous poses by Bo 
Derek and Ursula Andrews in the John Derek photos. 
While it was a contrived position for those women, 
however, with Abby it was a pure reflex response to a 
man's tongue venturing much farther south on her body 
than any person had ever been.

I lingered below the tan line briefly, knowing my next 
move would very likely expose more private areas. 
Slipping my hands to either side, I slid the back of 
Abby's shorts and panties down an equal distance to the 
front so that the garments were wrapped very low on her 
waist. She rose up willingly to permit this adjustment, 
holding there briefly in the obvious hope that I would 
slide them on down. But I continued my tease. However 
grateful I was to this girl for her eagerness, I wanted 
this experience to last forever.

When I finally shifted the top of Abby's shorts down 
the next inch, I could see a few dark hairs gathered at 
the middle of her stomach. My tongue immediately 
attacked them. The rising of her mons was now obvious, 
and when I released her shorts, there was a small gap 
to either side of center where the shorts were held off 
her body by her own natural hills and valleys. 

It was a sight that I soaked up greedily before I once 
again renewed my tongue bath of newly exposed flesh. I 
could hear my wife's ragged breathing to my left, and 
knew she was turned on by the prospect that I really 
would remove the balance of this young girl's clothing. 
It was an outcome that could no longer be doubted. Once 
again I slowed the pace, lingering on precious 
geography, knowing full well that I was arousing my 
wife as much as Abby and myself.

Abby was ready for my next move, and lifted up slightly 
as I shifted her shorts. I made a longer move this 
time, slipping my hands around to completely slip the 
backside off her ass. When she settled back to the 
floor, her bare ass was on the carpet. But I still only 
exposed half of her youthful pussy. With the abundant 
black hair on her head, and from the early patch of 
dark pubic hairs I had exposed, I imagined Abby had 
developed a full growth at thirteen. 

But now I found that her pubic hair was sparse, focused 
in a tight patch right at the crest of her mons 
veneris. It was a breath-taking sight, and my desire to 
see more almost overcame my restraint as I reached for 
her shorts to remove them. But again I caught myself, 
and studiously repeated the ritual of tongue worship. 
By the time I was done, the thin covering of pubic hair 
was damp and matted.

On the next step, her slit came into view. I gaped for 
a moment, and then glanced up at my wife. She did not 
return the look; her eyes were fixed on Abby's pussy. 
Caving in finally to impulse, I slid the shorts and 
panties down further, then as Abby pulled her legs from 
under me and lifted them to assist, I eased them clean 
off her body. Abby slid her legs back in place and lay 
flat once again, her breathing seeming to have stopped. 

She kept her eyes closed now, perhaps too nervous to 
look around. I bent over and kissed her pussy, and got 
an immediate response from Abby in the form of a light 
moan. I knew now I would get to completely devour this 
girl, and she knew now that my mouth and her pussy were 
going to come together.

My hard cock throbbed, inspired by the beauty of this 
angelic girl. I wanted to dive right in, but again I 
kept my urges at bay. This was possibly a once in a 
lifetime experience, with perhaps the most beautiful 
young girl I would ever know, and I wanted to continue 
my sensory absorption of every detail. Having worked my 
way gradually down her body, I was now kneeling across 
her knees. I sat back on my heels and admired my prize, 
my own hand instinctively encircling my cock.

Abby brushed her hair back from her face, a simple 
move, so naturally sexy. She looked up at me with 
expectation, and I reassured her with a smile. Settling 
back down, she lay still and exposed, her chest rising 
and falling rhythmically as she watched my eyes roam 
across her glorious body. Her pert little breasts, 
small as they were, stood up proudly, not yet subject 
to gravity. 

On a smaller scale, she was dimensionally congruent 
with a perfect womanly shape. Her long dark hair 
cascaded carelessly from a beautiful face across broad, 
strong shoulders. Her chest pushed outward, capped by 
two growing breasts. She was narrow in the waist, with 
a flat stomach rippled with muscle. Her hips swelled 
out from her waist provocatively. Her thighs were 
strong, and her calves I knew to be well defined. 

The olive tone of her skin gave her a fresh, healthy 
look, with only a hint of difference in the areas not 
tanned. Her pussy rose up from her hips with a well-
defined mons covered with a thin, lacy layer of pubic 
hair. Her labia appeared to be essentially hair free, 
and were slightly swollen in her aroused state. Her 
dark eyes glistened as she watched my hand, which 
steadily stroked my cock as I drank in her beauty. It 
was an awesome moment.

Deciding to take it a step further, I slid her legs 
from under me and took one in each hand, holding her at 
the knees, and lifted them up. Now fully between them, 
I raised her legs and rested them temporarily on my 
shoulders. She looked at me quizzically, but didn't 
seem to mind, so I pressed on. 

Placing a hand behind each knee, I pressed her legs 
slowly back. She offered little resistance as I slowly 
pressed her thighs back towards her chest. Her 
flexibility was obvious as I pressed onward, pushing 
her legs back and out until they were almost touching 
the floor, her hips levering upward in response. 
Breaking eye contact with Abby and looking down, I had 
her totally exposed. My heart all but stopped, and my 
breathing became shallow. It was all I could do to keep 
from sliding forward and rubbing my cock on her 
vulnerable pussy.

If Abby had any reservations about being so lewdly 
displayed, it didn't show. The quizzical look on her 
face changed to glad acceptance, and she seemed to 
welcome my study. My wife shifted position to be at my 
right shoulder, and I knew she was after an unimpeded 
view. That act alone turned me on as much as anything.

I could now see that Abby did in fact have dark, fine 
pubic hairs starting to sprout along her labia. Her 
pussy was well formed, tightly composed in its 
virginity. Her labia were puffed up from excitement, as 
my wife's would be in similar circumstance. But my 
wife's pussy would be open and inviting, whereas 
Abby's, with her hymen still intact, was not. My eyes 
finally settled on Abby's tender, pink asshole, so 
beautiful in contrast to her olive skin. It was an 
inviting sight, and I held Abby in this position for a 
long period, as both my wife and I simply admired her.

Finally it was time; I could wait no longer. Abby's 
hands still lay passively at her side. Using one 
forearm to hold both her legs in place, I took her 
right hand in mine and brought it to the back of her 
leg. Doing the same with her left, she quickly caught 
on that I wanted her to hold her own legs in place, 
which freed my hands. Sliding back a short distance, I 
took her hips in either hand, further lifting her 
backside up off the floor. 

Then ever so slowly, I lowered my head. Abby watched me 
carefully, knowing instinctively where I was going. 
Inches from her groin, I could smell the freshness of 
her pretty little pussy. She jumped when I lightly blew 
on her, making her scant pubic hairs flutter in the 
man-made breeze. Then extending my tongue, I started at 
her perineum, between her pussy and her ass, and licked 
the length of her pussy to her mons. Her body jerked 
uncontrollably as her eyes went closed and a moan 
slipped from her lips.

Back and forth I went, with only the tip of my tongue, 
slowly delving deeper and deeper into the tender folds 
of her pussy. Abby dutifully held her legs up as she 
rocked back and forth, enraptured by the first feel of 
a tongue in her vagina. With my wetness, she was 
quickly smooth and slick to the touch of my tongue, and 
I marveled at the delicacy of a pussy with so little 
pubic hair, and no stubble from the shaving that 
removed it. I was in heaven, and if Abby's body 
language and moaning was any indication, so was she.

My tongue finally settled in on Abby's clitoris, and I 
was thrilled to feel it stiffen, extending from it's 
protective hood in response to my ministrations. 
Clearly some parts of her youthful feminine body 
matured quicker than others, and as I clamped my lips 
down on her clit and sucked on her as my tongue worked 
back and forth, it quickly became evident that Abby was 
already intensely sensitive in this area. 

Realizing my wife was still watching intently, I 
lowered my right shoulder so she could see clearly, as 
I drove Abby wild with my mouth locked on her clit. My 
wife's unimpeded view was short-lived, as Abby released 
her legs, unable to concentrate on holding them back 
any longer. Her legs flopped around uncertainly for a 
moment, until I carefully guided them over my 
shoulders, sinking down myself to lie on the floor as I 
devoured Abby's delicious young pussy. Without 
thinking, Abby spread her legs and hooked her toes 
under each side of me, then used her muscular legs to 
help press her pussy harder against my mouth.

As I shifted position to get my hard cock to lay flat 
under me on the floor, my still fully clothed wife slid 
up along Abby.

'How are you doing, Abby?'

Abby's eyes fluttered open. 'Gooooooood.'

'Do you like his mouth on your pussy.'

'Oh yes, oh yes.'

'It's one of the most wonderful things a man can do to 
a woman.'

Abby's eyes had slipped closed once again. 'Hmmmmm.'

Abby's thin patch of pubic hair tickled my nose as I 
know opened my mouth and covered Abby's entire pussy 
with it. Looking up along her body, I could see her 
incredible young breasts and the sharp chiseled 
features of her chin as she rolled her head from side 
to side. 

My wife gently swept the hair back from Abby's face, 
then slowly stroked her hair over and over. As I 
watched, my mouth smothering Abby's pussy, I knew it 
was possibly the most beautifully erotic thing I had 
ever witnessed. 

The tenderness was compelling, and Abby was responding 
to it, and in my mind's eye I could easily see my wife 
bending over further to kiss her, or to suck on her 
small breasts. The desire to do so appeared to be on my 
wife's face, but she held her ground. I wanted to see 
it bad, and I felt certain Abby would not resist, but 
try as I might, I could not will my wife to follow 
through.

But then Abby's body language changed, and my attention 
shifted to more important things. I assumed a thirteen-
year-old girl was capable of orgasms, but to what 
degree I had no idea. However, there was little doubt 
that Abby was now building to climax, and I was 
determined to make it as good as possible. Moving my 
hands from her hips to the inside of her thighs, I 
pushed her legs apart, opening her wider so I could 
explore as deeply into her folds as her virginal pussy 
would allow. 

Her labia were swollen and open, and I once again 
licked her full length. Then concentrating on her 
perineum for a moment, I slipped on past and extended 
my tongue between her cheeks to graze across her anus. 
Abby jumped away involuntarily, then settled right 
back, my tongue going back for seconds to reward her 
willingness. 

I explored as deeply into her asshole as I could from 
that awkward position, well aware that I would never 
again be able to pass this beautiful young girl, barely 
a teen-ager, on the street, without thinking of my 
tongue in her anus. She responded enthusiastically, but 
in her heightened condition of need, she was obviously 
relieved when I changed tactics and once again locked 
my lips on her clit, pulling a vacuum as my tongue 
worked feverishly. 

As before, when I first sucked her breasts, her hands 
came instinctively to my head as she neared the crest, 
pulling me in tighter. Her thighs locked like a vise 
around my neck, and she leveraged her feet against my 
back to lift her hips off the floor, grinding against 
my face. 

The build-up was long and intense, with Abby squeezing 
so hard and pushing so strongly against my head that I 
was having difficulty getting a complete breath. Then 
suddenly she was there, and she let out a cry as she 
exploded into intense orgasm. Her hips were bucking 
wildly at my face as her head came up off the floor and 
her shoulders squeezed inward, causing her small 
breasts to jiggle excitedly.

'Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhh, oh Goddddd.'

She crashed back down to the floor, her athletic body 
convulsing wildly as her hands continued to press my 
face into her pussy. Once again she slowly began to 
draw up like a spring, her head rising, her mouth open, 
her shoulders mashing inward as her entire body cramped 
up, the muscles in her stomach creating little ridges 
radiating out to either side. Then again she fell back, 
her legs splaying open as her hips bucked against my 
lips.

'Ooohhhhhhhhhh.'

And then the panting started, loud and steady. Abby 
released her grip on my hair, but continued to hold my 
head, as her own rocked back and forth. I glanced 
towards my wife, and she seemed as if she could not 
decide what to watch, as her eyes moved quickly from 
Abby's face to my own, eager not to miss anything.

Slowly, Abby settled back down. Her body relaxed in 
stages, until her hands fell back to her sides and I 
was finally able to move her legs from over my 
shoulders to the floor. Getting up on my knees, I 
straddled her legs as I continued to lick at the 
sweetest pussy my lips had ever touched. My wife was 
the first to break the silence.

'That was incredible Abby.'

Abby opened her eyes, but did not speak.

'Have you ever had an orgasm like that before?'

Abby shook her head no. 'I've.... I've had them. By 
myself. But not like that.'

Her words made my cock throb as I imagined what a 
beautiful sight it must be to see this nymph getting 
herself off.

'Did you like it?'

Her eyes went wide. 'Oh yes!'

I slid my tongue up Abby's body, once again sucking at 
her tender young breasts. She lay still, smiling at my 
wife, letting me do as I pleased. I sucked on her 
breasts for a long time, casually rubbing my hard cock 
against her thighs, as my wife watched in silence. 
Finally, it was time to move on, and I knew exactly 
what I wanted to do next.

I moved to the space between my wife and Abby, wedging 
myself in and causing Abby to slide over a little. 
Lying down with my head next to Abby's waist and my 
feet extending past her head, I reached for Abby's hips 
and tried to pull her over on top of me. It took her a 
moment to figure out my intent, and then she rolled 
over on top, her legs on either side of my head, and 
her hand immediately closing around my hard cock again. 

I coaxed her up on to her knees, then moved her knees 
down even with my chest, my arms above her. With Abby 
kneeling over me like this, I was looking straight at 
her bare ass and pussy, and so was my wife. Looking at 
my wife and smiling, I brought my arms down on Abby's 
lower back and pulled her down onto me, causing her 
pussy to sink down onto my open mouth. She caught on 
and shifted her position slightly, giving me better 
access. This was one very willing young girl.

'You know that you can give him the same kind of orgasm 
he gave you?'

'I'd like that.'

'Just suck on him again. See how purple and swollen he 
is? He's very close.'

'He's huge.' My wife chuckled, and a moment later I 
felt Abby lick my cock head.

My cock throbbed as I felt it slide once again into 
Abby's mouth. But once again, I did not want to hurry 
through this possibly once in a lifetime experience. So 
I concentrated on her pussy, burying my face in it as 
my nose pressed into her sweet asshole. 

I slid one hand around and felt her dangling breasts. 
She responded to both my tongue and my hand, but never 
lost focus on her prize; my hard cock in her mouth. 
With her hand wrapped around the base of my dick, and 
her head bobbing up and down as she sucked on me, I 
gradually succumbed to the intense feelings, as my 
orgasm started to grow.

It became harder and harder to focus on Abby's pussy, 
and I licked at her absently as her youthful mouth 
worked wonders on my hard cock. I was pretty certain 
that this delightful nymph had no idea what was about 
to happen, and I looked over at my wife with the 
question in my eyes. She read my thoughts immediately.

'Abby, you're doing good. It's almost time.'

Abby didn't stop to answer, but I felt her head turn 
slightly, and I concluded she was looking at my wife. 
My own eyes went closed as I felt the pleasure rising.

'When you feel him tighten up, quit sucking and just 
stroke him with your hand very firmly. You need to take 
him out of your mouth when that happens, OK?'

This time I felt her nod slightly, but her greedy 
little mouth refused to give up her toy. I wanted 
dearly to come in her young mouth, but knew it may not 
be the best idea for her first time. Her determination 
to keep on sucking my dick fueled my excitement and 
pushed me to the edge. My eyes opened to drink in the 
beauty of her firm young bottom spread in front of my 
face as she straddled me, and my hands involuntarily 
clamped down on her hips as my legs went tight and feet 
stretched outward.

'Take him out now Abby, and just stroke him.'

Abby hesitated, then reluctantly slipped my cockhead 
from her mouth. As she sat upright, her other hand came 
to my cock and she pumped me firmly with two tender 
fists. With a mighty groan I came for this young girl, 
the first pulsation of my swollen cock sending come 
flying. I couldn't see past her as the come boiled out 
of me, but Abby's squealing told me she found the sight 
exciting.

'Keep stroking him Abby. Don't stop.'

Abby kept on pumping me in silence, her heavy breathing 
a sign that she was very aroused. I couldn't keep my 
hips still as I squirmed under her, the come still 
spewing from my cock. Finally Abby spoke.

'It's warm on my hand.'

'That's because you made him hot!'

'Is that how it always happens?'

'Pretty much. I like to let him come in my mouth, but I 
thought you should just see it for the first time.'

'Does it taste OK?'

'I like it. Maybe tomorrow you can come back over and 
find out.' My darling wife was already thinking ahead. 
No wonder I loved her so.

'I'd like to try. He's getting soft.'

'That's normal. We can get him hard again in a short 
while.'

If Abby and my wife kept talking like that, it would 
happen sooner than expected. As my breathing started to 
regulate normally, I smiled happily at the prospect of 
things to come. This could be a beautiful relationship.

My wife got up and retrieved a towel from the bathroom. 
As she cleaned me up, I used my hands on Abby's hips to 
slide her back so she was sitting on my face. The 
minute my tongue touched her tiny pussy, she moaned 
with delight. With my nose buried in Abby's sweet ass, 
I lapped at her pussy hungrily. 

After a moment I felt her hand leave my cock and go 
flat on the floor as she lifted herself slightly and 
ground back against my face, making sure the pressure 
was right on her clit. It only took me a few minutes to 
bring her off. It wasn't as grand as the first time, 
but she went tense and moaned her way through another 
beautiful orgasm.

As she caught her breath, she started to kiss my cock 
again. But I stopped her and spun her light frame 
around so that we were face-to-face. Then I laid her 
tender body down atop mine, feeling her budding breasts 
press into my chest. Her pussy fell across my cock, 
which lay flat on my belly. Holding her against me, I 
marveled at her beauty.

'God, you are one beautiful girl, Abby.'

She smiled her thanks, kissed me, then shifted back 
slightly and laid her head on my chest, her body limp 
on top of me. My wife once again started to stroke her 
hair, and then her bare back. It was an incredible 
moment, and I could have stayed like this for hours.

Finally, my wife wisely decided it was time to usher 
Abby home. She stood her up, and helped her gather her 
clothes. The sight of Abby standing naked over me, as I 
remained on the floor, took my breath away. She was 
perfect in every way.

My wife handed her the shorts, but kept her panties. 
'We want to keep these as a souvenir.'

Abby looked at her funny for a moment, then shrugged 
and slipped on her shorts. She pulled her sports bra 
over her head and covered those incredible breasts. And 
then she donned her shirt. Now I lay naked on the floor 
before two dressed women, and even though I self-
consciously wanted to sit up, I stayed put as Abby 
surveyed my nude body. Finally she knelt down and I 
kissed her, as her ever-exploring hand went straight to 
my crotch. I let her squeeze me for a minute, then sent 
her on her way, my wife going with her.

As my wife walked her home, they had a long talk about 
keeping our fun a secret. When she came back, we fucked 
like minks, our lovemaking going on for hours. My wife 
was beside herself with excitement about the day's 
events. We talked little and loved a lot, then slept 
like babies.

The next day, essentially the same course of events was 
followed, except that the pretense of working out did 
not last very long. My wife had me in only the nylon 
shorts again, and Abby's was less focused than the 
previous day. So we quickly headed to the upstairs 
room, and much to my pleasure, Abby's fixation with my 
cock continued. 

She had me in her mouth at every opportunity, and 
swallowed my come for the first time, proclaiming it 
her favorite thing we had done. At one point I had her 
on her knees, and licked her pussy and asshole 
mercilessly until she begged me to stop.

We had a very scary moment late in the afternoon, while 
we were fooling around naked as my fully clothed wife 
watched. The dogs started barking, and we heard a car 
in the drive. It was Abby's mom, and here the two of us 
were with out a stitch of clothing on. But we quickly 
dressed and Abby headed out, her mom wanting to take 
her shopping. My wife and I breathed a sigh of relief, 
then fucked like crazed animals. To say I was getting 
worn out would be an understatement.

**

The next day, which would turn out to be our last, was 
different. There was no pretense of a workout this 
time, and my wife invited Abby into our bedroom. There 
we sat on the bed fully dressed, and I taught Abby how 
to French kiss properly, my wife all the time giving 
instructions. 

Then my wife guided us into a heavy make-out session, 
showing Abby the normal progression for teen-agers. I 
felt like a kid again when I slipped my hand under 
Abby's shirt, and then wormed it under her bra. It got 
even better when I slipped my hand down her shorts, and 
she did the same to me. 

When we were naked and lying on the bed, Abby watched 
intently as my wife undressed, joining us on the bed. 
With my naked wife on one side, and a naked Abby on the 
other, I kissed them both as two sets of hands explored 
my body. They took turns sucking my dick, and my wife 
showed Abby how to heighten a man's arousal with a 
finger up the ass during a blow-job. Abby was eager as 
ever.

'It's warm and slippery.' She was looking at my wife.

'Yes Abby, yours is the same way.' I wanted my wife to 
demonstrate, but I couldn't will her to do so.

Forgetting about my wife, I filled Abby's young mouth 
once again as her slender little finger slid deeply in 
and out of my ass. It was intensely erotic.

When I went down on Abby, I returned the favor and 
slipped about half a finger up her behind. She squirmed 
delightedly, and eventually came intensely in my mouth, 
her anus convulsing wildly on my finger. The sweet 
young girl was a natural sex machine; everything to her 
was exciting.

Her willing response had excited me to another hard-on, 
and my wife took over. As she showed Abby some of the 
finer points of love-making, I fucked my wife in front 
of this young beauty, who watched wild-eyed. I 
alternated between tenderness, and the ferociously hard 
fucking my wife loves so much, bringing her to the edge 
several times, then backing off. Eventually we both had 
intense orgasms, as Abby sat in silent amazement.

After we calmed down, she turned to my wife. 'Can I do 
that?'

My wife looked at her warmly. 'Yes Abby, you can. But 
not with him. You need to save that for someone 
special.'

For the first time, Abby looked truly disappointed, and 
for a second I thought she might cry. Later, I would 
realize that this was probably where we lost her.

We all snuggled up together, and I held the beautiful 
Abby close on one side, my beautiful wife on the other, 
wishing to die in bliss at this very moment. I knew I 
would not be able to lie in my own bed again without 
remembering the feel and smell of this incredible girl, 
her hand constantly playing with my cock, never wanting 
to stop.

I dozed off peacefully, and awoke sometime later, 
alone. When I opened my eyes and looked about, they 
settled on the most erotic sight yet. My wife was 
sitting naked in a chair against the wall. Abby was 
sideways in her lap, curled up in a tight ball. My wife 
absently stroked Abby's hip and thigh with one hand, as 
her other supported Abby's upper body from behind. 

Abby's eyes were closed and her lips were locked around 
my wife's left nipple, looking all the world like a 
giant baby nursing from her mother. My wife smiled at 
me with dreamy eyes. I watched for about 20 minutes, 
before Abby got up, realizing it was late. As she 
dressed in silence, I couldn't keep my eyes off the 
glistening wetness on my wife's breast.

Later my wife would tell me that she was sitting and 
watching Abby and I sleep, when Abby woke up and 
climbed into her lap. 'She told me the most amazing 
thing.'

'What was that?'

'She said she still sometimes does that with her 
mother.'

What an amazing sight that must be. We shared the 
mental image of her mother's large, perfectly shaped 
breast in Abby's mouth, as once again we fucked 
ourselves silly. 

The next day, Abby left with her family to spend the 
last weekend of spring break with relatives in a nearby 
city. When she returned, school was back in session. 
The following weekend, she showed up at our house mid-
morning. The hug was unchanged, and my groin responded 
eagerly this time. But then Abby explained to us that 
she now had a boyfriend. We met him that afternoon. He 
was sixteen, and they kissed freely in front of us. 

That night we were saddened in one respect, but joyful 
in that we had spent the time with Abby, and taught her 
some of the joys of life. That was when we concluded 
that he was giving her the one thing we had withheld, a 
good firm fucking.

END

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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.
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