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Excitement of Her First Apartment
by Obmuj (address withheld)
edited by knivesreturns
***
Yancy was a charming young girl who had just finished
high school and already had a job lined up, and
accepted to a college. With help from her family, she
was soon decorating her very own apartment. A virgin; a
virgin on the verge, Yancy found love in ways she
couldn't have known before moving into her own pad.
(M+/F-teen, voy, reluc, bi, inc, orgy)
***
"No, I can't... please let me up... don't do this,
please Mr. Prather... Oh, what are you...? Mr. Prather,
what are you going to? No Mr. Prather!"
"Yancy, call me Randy."
"Okay... Randy... you must stop... no, please... don't
take my panties off."
Yancy felt embarrassment and some unknown passion at
the same time, as the older man moved his hands all
over the crotch of her panties. Then to her amazement,
Yancy felt a male finger slip inside the leg band of
her panties for the first time, pushing them to one
side so his fingers were able to pull at the pubes over
her sex, and a finger was sliding up into her sex.
Attempting to hold the man's arm so he couldn't probe
her virgin sex with his finger, Yancy felt herself
starting to enjoy the feeling of his finger in her.
"NO! Stop Randy let me up, and we'll talk about this
later, like the next time you come over. I will let you
then... your hurting me, take... take your finger out
of me... ohhhh, noooo!"
Then Yancy felt arousal coursing between her thighs and
at the same time Randy was once more sucking and
nibbling at her nipples. Suddenly the finger inside her
caused her some pain and she cried out for the man to
stop.
Her hips were moving as Yancy was trying to escape the
man's probing fingers. How many he now was using, Yancy
didn't know. She tried to stop her hips from moving
from the persuasive stimulation the fingers were
creating in her sex. Yet for Yancy it wasn't helping,
as the more she tried to escape from the fingers in her
sex, the more she wanted to feel them,
"Please, no more Randy... I'm really a virgin... oh you
must stop."
Yancy could feel his fingers yet, she wanted them ever
deeper and deeper. She wanted something else...
"What do I want, for his fingers to be in her even
deeper?" Yancy asked herself.
"I told you Randy, I'm not that kind of girl. Randy!
You must... oh you must stop. I'll let you touch me...
if I can put my panties and bra back on... no Randy...
please stop... don't suck on my breasts... augh,
Randy!"
"Ohhhh... Randy... you mustn't put your lips on me down
there. I... Randy, oh no... don't lay on me like
that... aughhhh!"
Yancy cried out as the man who was as old as her
father, and his best friend, was attempting to put his
large erection into her body. Yancy begged the older
man to stop, as she felt the tip of his manhood trying
to gain entrance to her virginal body.
"Randy, no... you're hurting me, stop. I'm a virgin...
no!"
"How did this start and happen?" the comely teen girl
wondered, as she pushed her hands and arms against his
strong body.
*****
Watching through his telescope, with the camera
recoding it all onto his computer's disk, the man had
affixed to capture shooting stars, comets and other
celestial bodies, Peter was beside himself as he saw
the young girl about to have sex in her bathroom.
"My god, no man has a cock that's huge, at least 10-
inches long, and damn it's as thick as her wrist... How
will that young girl take that monster into her tender
body?"
Peter spoke out loud, although no one else was in the
room of his home with him.
*****
Young, and finally getting her own apartment, 18-year-
old Yancy Adams feels excitement to surpass any thing
that had ever happened in her young life. Obtaining an
apartment, after sharing a room with two other sisters
while growing up, was going to give her such personal
satisfaction.
Yancy knew she could ask her friend Loretta Parsons to
spend a night with her.
Her family consisted of Betsy who was 15, Cindy 12, and
Jessi who was 5, were her three sisters. Her five
brothers, Martin 17, Robert, Jr. 13, Greg, 10, Lloyd 8,
and Tim, the baby of the family was 3-years-old.
Her father, Robert had just turned 41, and still,
handsome-looking. He left for work each morning at his
own CPA firm.
Mona, Yancy's mother, was an older version of herself.
They swam nude, together, in the small pool behind the
built-up, creek-rock and concrete dam her father had
built for a swimming area.
Yancy could not believe her mother had nine children as
she was still so shapely. There were hardly any stretch
marks on her pale skin, except at the top of her upper
thighs, near where her legs joined her body.
Having her own apartment was going to be such fun. Best
of all, she would have a place all to herself; her own
space, that would be hers and hers alone. When her
father gave her the money needed to pay the first
months rent and deposit, Yancy hugged him as they stood
in the basement of their home.
"Honey, you must not tell your mother, sisters or
brothers, but I'm going to fix up two rooms here in the
basement for Betsy and Cindy. That way, they can have
their own rooms. I want it as a surprise, and according
to the contractor, it will only take two weeks. Then,
Little Jessi can have your old room.
The boys will be able to split up their rooms, so the
oldest of my sons will always have his personal room,
as I'm putting another room on the back of the house.
Her father had explained all this to Yancy, and told
her that he owed her that much, so he gave her the
money needed to be on her own.
You mustn't tell the others. The contractors are
supposed to start work on the additions on the Saturday
the tenth, as we are leaving on vacation the ninth. You
will need to check each day on how things are going,
and I've arranged for you to purchase the furniture you
need for your new home. With that, Robert handed Yancy
a check for $1,000 she'd need to furnish her apartment.
After telling Yancy all of his plans, he smiled and
told her to not let any of this out. "Yancy, I'm so
proud of what you've accomplished during your young
life; being valedictorian of your senior class, and
earning a full scholarship." He kissed her cheek as he
added, "I can't believe you earned a 4.5 grade point
average."
Robert had inherited his parent's farm after they
passed away. He sold the back 80 acres which provided
him with the money to remodel the farm home where he
was raised.
"Yancy, again I ask you not to speak to anyone about
all I've said to you today. Now, allow me to have one
of the keys to your apartment so I can drop in whenever
you need something done. I'll never enter your place
without calling you first. You're so much like your
mother."
*****
Three weeks before, Yancy Elizabeth Adams had finished
high school; she had immediately enrolled in the junior
college a dozen miles from her home town. She also
applied for a work at the local medical center. When
the office manager found out the teenager was going to
study nursing, along with her courses in high school;
she was hired immediately.
During her junior and senior high school years, Yancy
took home health care and nurses' aid classes at the
junior college. This gave Yancy a heads up in gaining
entrance to nursing school. Her full scholarship
impressed Dean Dorothy Brooks, of the nursing school,
as did her many educational achievements. This enabled
Yancy to obtain the part-time employment of 30 hours a
week.
*****
"No, Yancy, you can't move out and leave me alone with
Cindy and now Jessi will move into my room, so I still
have no room of my own," Betsy, her 15-year-old sister
was telling Yancy.
The two sisters were standing in their room as Yancy
was packing the last of her clothes, and she asked
Betsy, "Want to go furniture shopping with me, I'd like
you help in selecting the things I need."
They slipped on their sandals and got into the used
Eclipse that Yancy had purchased with the money she
saved from working. In moments they were on the
Interstate, headed toward Dayton. Her father suggested
a specific store as the owner was a client of his, and
it was an independent place. The sisters walked in and
looked around.
The sales clerk asked if they needed help, but Yancy
told her that she wanted to look around first.
"What all do you need to get Yancy, her sister Betsy
asked?"
"I'm going to get a sleeper sofa of some type. I saw a
photo in an ad, and it showed the back folded down so
that you didn't need to pull the whole thing out."
Yancy told her sister.
"It looked big enough for me to sleep on without
letting the back down."
Walking into the sleeper sofa area, Betsy, with
excitement in her voice said, "Look, Yancy, the pretty
yellow one, and the legs are chrome... its neat!"
Setting down on the sofa, Yancy liked the way it felt
as she rested on the unit, and then she lay back to see
how it felt if she was sleeping. "This feels really
comfortable, and standing up, looked at the price tag
and saw it was regularly $459.99, but was on sale for
$300.
The sales lady had been observing the two young girls
and was not certain if they were really interested in a
purchase or perhaps trying to steal something. Walking
to the office, she told Mr. Prather that she thought
the girls may be trying to steal something, and then
she confronted Yancy and Betsy.
"Please, don't lie on the furniture or sit on it as you
will get it dirty."
The tone in her voice and the petty accusations caused
Yancy to take an immediate dislike to the woman, and
she asked, "Is Mr. Prather here? I would like to speak
with him personally, if you don't mind."
"He is busy at the moment, so I will help you. If
you're not interested in purchasing something, you
should leave."
Having been in the store a couple of times with her
father; she knew Mr. Prather. Yancy walked into his
office, as the door was open, and spoke to the owner,
"Hello, Mr. Prather, could you assist my sister and me?
We seem to be a problem for the lady on the floor."
"How nice to see you, Yancy, and your father says
you're moving into your own apartment; becoming an
adult now. And Betsy, you're looking so pretty. What
are you now? Fifteen, I believe."
"Yes, I'll be 16 in two months, and then I get my
driver's license. I'll be able borrow my favorite
sister's car to drive."
"What can I do for you Yancy? You say Mrs. Murphy is
upsetting you. Come on... I'll see if we can't get you
what you need."
Mr. Prather looked at the pretty image in front of him.
If the girl wasn't the daughter of not only his
accountant, but a close golfing friend, his lascivious
mind would soon have a conversation over dinner with
the brown-haired beauty.
"I think the yellow sleeper sofa will be just right,
but I need a table and chairs, and a couple of end
tables, and perhaps a small living room chair."
After tagging the sleeper as sold, and Yancy saw her
name on the sold ticket, Mr. Prather looked on his
inventory sheet and told Yancy, "I have this in a deep
royal blue and also in black if you would like to see
them in back."
"Yancy, lets see the blue... it's my favorite color in
the whole world. Remember when I wanted to paint our
bedroom blue at home; and mom had a fit, but, dad let
us," Betsy laughing, commented.
"Sure, we can look at if Mr. Prather does not have a
problem showing it to us," Yancy replied. As they
walked into the warehouse area of the store, Yancy saw
a corner bench that had a table with it, and asked Mr.
Prather how much it cost. When he told her it was going
on sale next week for $199, he would let her have it
today, if she wanted it at that price.
They walked over and looked at the deep royal blue
sleeper, and immediately, both she and Betsy decided it
was the one they wanted instead of the yellow one. Mr.
Prather showed her a couple of end tables, which had a
cocktail table with them, and they had been used as
floor models for more than a year.
"Yancy, they match the finish of the corner bench
dining table, and if you want them, they will be $100
for all."
Walking back out to the show room, Mr. Prather led the
sisters over to where the chairs were located, and
immediately Yancy saw a rocker, with padding on the
arms and a cushion attached to the chair seat, and the
wood finish was the same as the tables and corner table
and bench.
"Look, Oh Betsy I love the chair, all I need is a cat
on my lap and I could be an old maid."
Looking at the price tag, Yancy saw it was $599.99 for
the rocker, and after adding up the prices on the small
tablet the price of the four items, Yancy saw she would
have $1, 198.99, and her father had given her a check
for a $1,000 and this meant she was just short by about
$200 for everything she wanted.
Thinking if she didn't take the corner table and bench
she'd have enough to purchase the chair, and yet she
needed a place to eat and do her home work. Even
dropping the three living room tables would leave her a
$100 short. Telling Mr. Prather how much money she had
to spend on the furniture, she explained her problem to
him.
Mr. Prather saw her dilemma and thought, "If I drop
$200 from the price of the rocker, "I will not make
anything on the total items she wanted." Thinking for a
moment, he said, "Yancy, I will lower the price of the
rocker by a hundred, and, you can pay off the balance
over a few months."
Jerkily, Yancy flopped down on the chair and didn't
notice her skirt flipped enough that Mr. Prather got a
view of her pubic hair peeking outside the leg of her
panties.
The excited girl had her legs spread when she had sat
down and his lust-filled eyes were treated to the silky
smoothness of her teenage legs. Due to her excitement,
Yancy did not close her legs nor pull her skirt down,
and Betsy seated in a chair next to her sister, didn't
see her sister's crotch on display. No one but Mr.
Prather was viewing the charms of this innocent, 18-
year-old girl.
"Mr. Prather, you're so nice. I will invite you to be
my first guest and I will fix you're your favorite
meal. What do you want me to cook for you?"
Thinking of the one-liner he had remembered hearing as
a kid growing up on the farm in Idaho; he wanted to
tell Yancy, "A sheep herders special," which had the
punch line, "Which is a piece of ewe."
Instead, "I love roast beef, mashed potatoes with great
gravy from the roast drippings, and steamed asparagus
spears, and home made peach pie with cinnamon ice
cream."
Smiling, he asked, "Is tomorrow too soon for that
dinner? I will have the men deliver your purchases this
afternoon. Deal on everything?"
As she stood up, she exposed even more of her panty
covered sex. Again, Randy Prather saw what must be a
massive thick growth of hair between his young
customer's shapely curvaceous young legs.
Feeling a little flirty, Yancy had for the first time
in her life decided to be a little bold, and expose her
upper legs. How much she was exposing was not known to
her or she would have closed her legs.
"Does Mr. Prather enjoy seeing my legs; does he think
they are sexy?" Yancy asked herself.
*****
Rushing home, she had Betsy help her load her boxes of
things into her brother Martin's pickup. He and his
buddy, Jerry Marshall carried out the larger and heavy
boxes.
Her mom told her to make one last check of her room and
bathroom to be certain she hadn't missed anything. Mona
had Betsy and Cindy assist her in carrying out some new
linen, towels, a new set of dishes, and cooking pots
and pans, and two large skillets and one small one for
frying eggs. Knowing her daughter was short on cash,
and that the move had been the talk of the household
every night over dinner, Mona had also purchased a
toaster, mixer, deep fryer, a microwave, an electric
skillet, and a can opener.
The set of knives had been bought by Yancy's sisters,
and her brothers, who had chipped in for an area rug,
and a couple of throw rugs. Her father had tricked her
into giving him a key to her apartment and while she
was shopping the majority of items had been moved to
her apartment.
Robert had spoken to his friend, Randy and asked that
he be sure to have the purchases delivered as soon
after his daughter left the store, so the family's
surprise could be in her apartment when they delivered
her things. About an hour passed before Randy's
delivery driver called and said the furniture had been
delivered, and to everyone's surprise the off white,
area rug was only a foot short on each side of the
room.
Robert found out about the decision his daughter made
when she found she was short a couple of hundred, as
his friend had called him. He told Randy he would pay
the amount when he was in the store the following week.
"Randy, she will need some type of lamps for the tables
you said she purchased. Set aside a pair that is only
moderately priced, and also include a pair matching
floor lamps.
"We are going to have some champagne and cheese when we
are unpacked, but we need to have an excuse for her not
to go with us to her apartment while we get everything
arranged."
Then he asked, "So Randy, if you would, call Yancy and
tell her she failed to sign for the furniture and
before it can be delivered. She has a small amount owed
on the items, and it all needs to be signed for before
she takes possession."
"No problem, I will call her right away, and thanks for
the business."
"Thank you, and by the way your invited to join us for
the open house party, so follow her over under the
pretense of needing to be certain the items get
delivered without any damage."
Yancy was not happy that she had to make the half hour
drive back to the furniture store and then a half hour
drive back. When her father told her to take Jessi and
Tim with her, and she could use her mother's car as it
had the car seats already in the back of the SUV.
On the way to the apartment, Mona stopped at Kroger's
and bought enough groceries to stock her panty and
refrigerator and cabinets with everything necessary to
set up a home. Being the worried mother, she purchased
feminine products as she knew her daughter was due to
start her period in the next few days, and she knew
when the curse came on her daughter, Yancy would follow
her normal routine and not have what she needed to get
through her cycle.
When Mona arrived at the house, she saw everything had
been carried inside and Yancy's older sisters had even
put all her clothes away, and Betsy told her, "Mom, I
tried to put them in the same drawers she used at home
in her dresser and chest of drawers, and look, I bought
her this."
To her surprise, Betsy was holding a large statue of
the Pieta, and evidently expensive, but when she asked
Betsy what it cost, she smiled and replied, "Mom, can I
have my allowance for the next year?"
Everyone wanted to help put the groceries away, but
other than the items for the refrigerator, she placed
the items as near to where they would be at home. Mona
couldn't wait until a month later to see how Yancy
would have changed them to her own way of wishing them
to be available.
Robert's cell phone rang. It was Randy, calling and
telling him that they were only about five minutes from
the apartment.
"Robert, your daughter has been anxious to get to her
new home - she has broken the speed limit by 10 to 15-
miles per hour."
Listening to his friend chuckling, Robert said good
bye, and then told his family, "Okay everyone, move
your vehicles quickly and then run back here as your
sister will be here in a few minutes."
Everyone hid behind the small partition that separated
the kitchen from the combination living-bedroom room.
They turned off the lights, and pulled the window
shades shut to make it even darker in the apartment.
When Yancy pulled up and parked; she was surprised that
none of her family's vehicles were at her place. Randy
even added to her concern by commenting, "Where in the
heck is my delivery crew? Did you see the truck as we
came here? Guess they must have gotten lost."
Randy helped Yancy get the children from her mother's
SUV. He was holding Tim in his arms, while standing
behind the pretty teenager. To his surprise, when she
bent to unfasten the straps on the car seat holding
Jessi; he saw that the back of Yancy's upper legs were
exposed as her skirt had ridden up her legs. The slight
breeze lifted her skirt to where he could view the
under curve of her hips.
"Looking at the short skirts the girl was wearing today
was just like those in the 60's... revealing," Randy
thought.
They made small talk as they walked down to the
sidewalk to the efficiency apartment. It had been a
three car garage on the back of the property of the
large older home. The owner had built a new garage
attached to the house. Unlocking the door for Yancy,
and opening it for her, she stepped inside and searched
for the light switch.
After finding the switch, she flipped it and the sight
before her eyes was enough to shock her, and then her
family ran toward her and cried out,
"Welcome home, Yancy!"
Her eyes filled with tears, and her sisters all hugged
her, then Mona reached out and taking her eldest
daughter in her arms, hugged, and kissed her.
Everything was in place, including lamps. She knew her
parents had to have done this for her. Then her eyes
fell on the favorite piece of art; The Pieta statue,
sitting on her new cocktail table. She read the card
that lay by it, and saw Betsy had purchased the gift
for her. She cried ever harder.
"Mommy, daddy, everyone, oh thank you all, my brothers
and sisters," and only then did Yancy realized she was
standing on carpet, and again was amazed, and thankful.
No one had noticed that Randy had walked out the door,
and when he returned he was carrying a large item in
his hand, and he handed it to Yancy and told her, "For
my favorite customer, and I hope you enjoy this gift."
Laying the item on her new table, Yancy unwrapped the
gift, and eased the bright royal blue ribbon from
around the package, and from the shape, she knew it was
a print or photograph. After removing the wrapping,
there before her eyes and those of her family and
others, who had shown up to see her new apartment, was
a serigraph of Miro's "Kettle Drum."
Robert walked over to where his friend was standing,
and reached out, shook Randy's hand and said, "Old
friend, what can I say to you? I'll hang that lovely
piece of art for my daughter... and thank you very
much."
After the delivery crew got a hammer and some small
nails from their truck took box, Robert and Randy hung
the beautiful silk-screen behind the sofa bed that
Yancy had purchased. The surprised teenager did not
understand when her mother asked her to see if there
was any bottled water of soda left in the fridge. When
Yancy opened the door of the refrigerator, she could
not believe what her eyes were taking in.
Yancy knew that her mother must have done this and as
she opened the doors in the cabinets and kitchen
pantry, she saw it was stocked with food and
appliances. A microwave was hooked up and the clock was
set at the current time. Robert walked out to the
kitchen and he and Randy opened the champagne, while
Mona and Betsy cut the cheese and set out the crackers.
By 8:00 PM, the group was leaving and Randy handed
Yancy his card and told her if she had any problems
with the items to give him a call and he had written
his cell phone number on the card. She kissed his
cheek, and told him to stop by Monday and she would
have his promised dinner ready. The last to leave was
her father and Betsy, and her mother had taken the
other children with her, and her brother drove off in
his truck.
*****
After everyone was gone, Yancy looked at her apartment
and retraced her steps three or four times. She didn't
pay attention to how many times, but she found it
wonderful to look at every item in her new home. She
looked at all the food items in the cabinets, and in
the refrigerator. As she gazed at each of the small
appliances, she laughed to see the tea kittle shaped
like a cooper rooster. Even the hand towels for the
kitchen were decorated with roosters, and her mother
knew she loved items decorated with roosters, when they
had would shop together. The rug on the floor of the
kitchen in front of the sink had a picture of a
rooster.
Then her eye took in a 5 x7 wall plaque of an old
rooster and a cute drawing of a chicken. The rooster
was crowing, and the inscription on the top of the
plaque read, "Cock-A-Doodle-Do" and illustrated to
reflect it coming from the beak of the rooster. The
bottom wording was to be coming from the cute hen
chicken, and it read, "Any-Old-Cock-Will-Do".
Even with her slightly religious beliefs, Yancy had to
bust out laughing as she could comprehend the dual
meaning of the wording. Looking, Yancy saw a small card
attached to the piece of wire holding the item to the
nail, and it was signed, "Just for the cutest chick to
be on her on, watch out for what the "Cock-A-Doodle-
Might-Do-To-You-Chick-Yancy," and it was signed,
Martin.
"My ornery brother, Martin, you are such a rooster, no
make that a cock if what Melea Griffin says is true,"
Yancy said out loud to her self. Melea had told her
yesterday that her brother could not get enough of
pushing his big bad thing up her... like you know
where... Yancy, I can't get enough of him, he is so
good when he does me."
Laughing at the small homespun piece of art, Yancy
remembered when she and Martin had see each other nude
at the creek, a year ago, and after a few minutes of
being embarrassed they had swam together in the water
behind the small dam. For more than two hours, they had
enjoyed playing and swimming in the creek, and when
Martin had lain on the creek bank in the sun, she
finally rose from the water and lay beside him.
Yancy was still innocent in her beliefs. She knew her
mother would disprove of her, and her brother being in
the nude together.
She would likely tell her, "Daughter of mine, be
careful, your brother, after all is a male."
While laying nearly against her brother, Yancy had
turned and lay on her side and facing her brother, had
moved until she was laying with her head on his chest,
and looking at his face as they spoke.
When Martin moved his hand out and stroked her stomach
and almost to her breasts and down her stomach to where
her pubic hair grew, Yancy felt disappointment when he
did not touch her on those parts of her body. Turning
with her back to her brother, she asked him to rub her
back, and as she was now facing toward his feet, she
saw his penis, and it was in what she knew was the
erect state, giggling to herself, Yancy knew her own
brother found her pleasant to gaze upon.
In her innocent manner, Yancy did not consider her
sexuality to be the cause of her brother being erect. I
know what Melea meant about him being large, as she
thought about seeing him nude.
*****
Looking around in her own apartment, Yancy once more
looked at each thing she could see without opening any
doors or drawers. Then she realized, someone had placed
a television in the corner of the room, and looking
closely saw it was the one from her mother's bedroom,
and sure enough, it was hooked up to the cable outlet.
Turning on the set, she found the station with the old
movies, and decided she would try out the bath in her
new home. The bathroom was located in the back corner
of the previous garage building, and on the opposite
side of the bathroom wall, was the kitchen, which
allowed the water and drains for the two rooms to join
up and saved money when the place was converted to an
efficiency apartment.
Turning on the water, and after having it adjusted to
suit her, Yancy flipped the handle so the tub would
fill. Her bubble bath bottle was on the side of the
tub, just like at home and she poured in more than
enough to create the amount of bubbles she needed.
Undressing, Yancy removed her blouse and skirt, and she
had loved the wall in the bathroom when she first
looked at the apartment, and it was one reason she had
selected the apartment from the other two she had
looked at with her mother.
The wall had been covered from floor to ceiling with
mirrored tile, and she stood looking at her image in
her bra and panties. Kicking off her sandals, Yancy
moved over to the shoe rack, and picked up a pair of
mules. Slipping them on, she moved once more before the
tiled mirrored wall, and looked at her image with only
her bra and panties on, along with her shoes. Yancy was
pretending to be dancing like a stripper. She had seen
in a couple of movies, including the poorly done,
Striptease. She made her own moves like a stripper,
including bending over and looking between her legs.
"Heck, maybe I should get me a job as a stripper, like
Amy Steward did last year after finishing high school,"
Yancy thought. One day she had run into Amy at the DQ
and over a coke, they spoke about how much money Amy
made dancing.
"Amy, don't you feel strange letting guys see you nude,
and is it true, you put your hands on your "thing"
while they watch you?"
"Not when I get $300 or more a night in tips, do I feel
strange. And heck, when you finish school this coming
June, look me up. Guys would love to see you nude." Amy
added, "Heck, letting them see me on stage isn't any
different than when guys stripped my clothes off in the
back seat of his car, or in a motel room?"
Seeing her image as she was bent over and her head
between her legs, made her giggle. She tried to imagine
why men would wish to view a woman's naked behind. She
saw the tub was full, turned off the water, and removed
her bra and panties as she faced the mirrors.
Looking at her body in the large mirrored area, Yancy
saw her breasts were pointed, with light-brown nipples
that were small and stuck out from the darker areolas.
Glancing downward, she noted that her pubes were brown
and thick. She knew, from seeing the other girls in the
shower after gym class, that hers was much thicker than
the other girls she checked out.
Her mother had told her a couple of weeks ago that she
had more hair on her mons than she did. She had told
her, "Yancy, I can't tell you what to do, but I believe
men enjoy the lushness of the hair on a woman's sex. I
hope, before you should ever trim or shave it off, you
should think long and hard concerning any idea of
removing even part of your growth." Then Mona said to
her daughter, "It will never grow back like it was to
start with, I know because look at mine."
"You shaved yours off, really mom... when... why? Did
you have what the girls in school call a baldy?"
"Yancy, if I ever wanted to kill your father...," Mona
said, as she busted up laughing. "Was when he convinced
me to shave it all off, and he even did it for me... I
cried... and a week later your father told me, "grow it
back, it pricks my face!"
"Mother, how could it prick his face? MOM? you mean
dad!"
"Yes, my charming daughter, and some day when your
married, you will find out how wonderful oral sex can
be, both receiving and giving... Is that enough of a
sex class?"
Before she got in the bath tub, Yancy, did a few more
twists and turns and once more looked at her sex, both
front and back and thought, "So Amy thinks I should
show this off to guys... yuck, how gross."
Stepping into the hot water, Yancy wasn't certain she
could stand it so hot, but sat down in the tub and lay
back with her eyes looking at the three small photos
the previous tenant must have left on the wall at the
end of the tub above the tile. They were of pixie-like
girls, with sharp pointed body parts. Even their tiny
breasts were illustrated with nail sharp nipples and
breasts on their bony bodies.
One print showed two female pixies; one with a massive
bush between her legs. It seemed like it was partly
braided, but really wasn't. Studying the prints, Yancy
could see that the artist had highlighted the images of
each pixie to make them look nearly three dimensional.
She reflected, "Perhaps, I should have someone paint me
in the nude in some type of fantasy image background. I
could have flowers in my hair, even like in the book by
D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover. Until now, I
never understood why my mother insisted I read and
study the writings in that book. She also, wanted me to
read and study the 'Song of Solomon' in the Bible.
Mother even made me study the story of Esther in the
Bible, and how Lot's daughters had gotten their father
drunk and became pregnant by him, after his wife had
turned into a pillar of salt. They both illustrate that
good and evil are written in any book, and you can
interpret the writings with cruel and biased judgment
when it comes to sex. My mother is religious, yet she
has spoken so much of love between man and woman. No
wonder she and dad had nine children."
Stepping from the tub, Yancy walked over to where
someone had set up three candles of different heights,
on a small metal stand, and she light them, and
returned to the tub after turning off the bathroom
lights.
"Whoever decided to do the bathroom like this did a
really great job. as far as I'm concerned," Yancy
thought. "They put track lighting all around the room,
so it is well lit. But with the dimmer switch, you
could make it darker in here."
"The large bathroom was is to become my favorite room,"
Yancy reflected, as she looked at the sliding door
windows at the end of the room, and saw she could look
out and see the sky.
*****
The area was somewhat dark, as the nearest street
lights were at either end of the block, which was
actually not even blocks, just long distances between
the large plots that had been measured off when the
land was developed.
Behind the fence line was a large home which sat up
higher on that side of the property. When you were in
the back yard, you saw the back of the homes on the
street behind the one where she lived. The house
directly behind where she was looking showed the lights
were on downstairs, but the upstairs rooms were dark.
Unknown to Yancy, in the center room of the upstairs
three bedrooms on the back of the home, was a man with
a powerful telescope. Until tonight he had ignored the
home behind him, and he had seen the older man who had
lived in the converted garage often and even spoke with
him fairly often when they were in the back yard
together.
When Mr. Paul passed away, Peter Masters missed their
conversations, as Mr. Paul had been a high school
science teacher, and had converted the garage into an
efficiency apartment. After building another garage
attached to the house, he moved into the apartment and
lived there for nearly ten years. His only child,
Margaret Bronson, lived in the house with her invalid
husband. At 45-years of age, she was highly attractive,
while her 47-year-old husband Edward, was suffered from
ALS.
Tilting his telescope down to view the apartment, he
noted the young girl that had evidently moved into the
apartment. According to Margaret, she was only 18-
years-old, but an excellent young woman, and her
parents were professional people, the father a CPA, and
the mother was a HWM of nine children.
"What is a HWM, I've never heard of that degree or
prefix for a professional person before," Peter asked.
"You men, an HMW is for Hard Working Mother," Margaret
replied, and laughed so hard she ended up coughing from
loss of breath. Peter had become friends with the
attractive woman, and at times she would open the gate
between their properties and stop in for a coffee and
dessert. Likewise Peter did the same. A few times Peter
wanted to reach out and hold the woman in his arms.
A retired USAF Major General, he had been divorced
since he was 30. Peter had saved his money. With his
retirement and investment income, he was able to pursue
his hobby of astronomy: meteors and the craters they
created. He enjoyed trying to locate them as they sped
past his telescopic field.
His telescope had more practical applications ah he
pointed it toward Yancy's apartment. With the light on
in the bathroom window, he could see clearly inside. He
focused in on the young girl who'd moved into the made-
over garage. Her face had a constant smile that was
crowned with wavy brown hair that flowed down to her
shoulders. Her body was reflected in a wall that was
all mirrors, so he could view her from a variety of
angles; back and front.
His eyes took in the show, as she stripped down to a
light blue bra; and panties, which had some design on
the right front leg.
"What is she doing? She's put on heels, and... hell,
she is acting like a stripper! Her moves are not
exact...! Her movements as a dancer are only innocent
moves... ! Damn! Now she is bending over, and looking
back between her legs! What a firm and wonderful
body... She is pulling her panties off, and studying
her ass reflected in the mirrors. She's moving her hips
like she believes a dancer would do when she is nude on
the runway. There's nothing I wouldn't give to find my
cock buried inside her ass, between those perfect round
globes."
He felt like a voyeur, as his eyes were transfixed on
her image through the lens and into her home. Yet he
could not stop looking through the powerful scope. He
watched, as she reached behind, and unfastened her bra.
She dropped the cups, and her breasts were exposed to
his eyes. Firm and pointed, they jiggled slightly as
she danced. Two symmetrical cones, they seemed to be
too perfect to be real. He had seen many exotic
dancers, and had even bedded a few. But, never had he
seen such full, yet pointed breasts adorning a woman's
chest.
"What would she say if she knew I'm about to view her
sex, as he turned, faced the window, and slipped her
fingers in the waist band of her panties. My god, has
she got a thick bush! Hell, she has as thick a growth
of hair on her mons as on her head. She is running her
fingers through it, untangling it after being confined
in her panties. Her fingers are moving to her prepuce.
She must be squeezing her clitoris between her thumb
and finger. Gawd, yes. I can't believe how she is
stretching the hair outward from her body. It's so is
long. She seems mesmerized with her own maiden hair,
she is!!!"
He watched her as she stepped into the bath tub, then
got out after a while, lit candles, and turned the
lights down lower. Peter felt a strong sense of
disappointment as he knew his image of the girl was
over for the night,
His computer, however, was able to capture the faint
images of objects in the night sky. While looking at
the girl in the privacy of her apartment through the
telescope, he had evidently turned on the camera.
Using the mouse on the computer to guide him back
through the time, he spent watching the girl. He
discovered he had captured her completely from the time
she studied her own body in the walled mirror. For some
time, Peter repeatedly studied the images of the
attractive and vivacious young teen girl. Thinking to
himself, he noted, "Her actions in front of the mirror
are similar to those in some movie I've seen. I can't
believe I've captured the image of a young girl in all
her innocence. Yes," Peter thought, "Her actions are
those of an innocent girl who's unaware of how
provocative she appears.
*****
The following day, Yancy was awake and thought how she
had only a couple more days to enjoy her apartment
before starting her job. Puttering around, that is what
her mother called doing nothing, but finding things to
keep herself occupied. First Yancy rearranged her
clothes hanging in the closet so they were grouped by
type and season. Next she attacked the drawers of her
dresser and then those in the chest of drawers.
Moving her bras and panties from the top drawer in the
chest, to the top left drawer in her new dresser seemed
to make sense to Yancy, as this way she could view them
when she wanted to wear a certain bra or panty. While
looking at her lingerie, Yancy decided she was going to
replace her current ones with some that are more
exciting. They would have lace trim, and aren't all
white or pastel color.
Taking off her housecoat, and selecting a pair of
panties that were the brightest she owned, a pair of
bright green and nearly iridescent. Yancy found a black
bra to wear. Walking into the bathroom, and placing the
items on the top of the laundry hamper, Yancy could
hear birds chirping in the back yard. Walking nude to
the open and large window in the bathroom, she could
feel the cool morning breeze that entered through the
window.
The window was actually one of the large glass sliding
doors that had been part of the original garage and
opened onto a concrete patio. There were wooden privacy
fences on each side of the patio so the occupant could
not be seen by anyone from the sides of the property.
Looking out through the screen and to where one side of
the patio was covered over by a roof, Yancy saw the
birds singing and chirping away with such pleasure were
red house finches.
Standing in front of the screened window the teenager
could view the large back yard and the small hill where
she could view the houses on the next street over. It
didn't enter Yancy's mind that some one could view her
standing at the window in the nude, but once more the
camera was capturing her image as the powerful lens of
the telescope was trained on her body.
Peter could not control the need to stroke his erection
as he saw the girl move her right hand up and cup her
left breast, and plainly view her finger and thumb
pressing her nipple between them. To his amazement his
eyes watched her other hand move down and play in the
thick hair over her sex.
*****
For the first time in her life since she was older,
Yancy had the privilege of not having someone observing
or sharing her room with her, and she was able to
express satisfaction with her own body. The squeezing
of her nipples between her fingers was something she'd
never experienced. Automatically her left hand seemed
to travel to her sex, as if it was seeking something on
its own.
Feeling the thickness of her maiden hair, Yancy was
playing the fingers of her left hand through the thick
growth of hair, and her middle finger moved, as if on
its own, down and sought out the small penis shaped
skin of her prepuce. "Umh, aughhhh," Yancy uttered
softly, while exploring her own sex for the first time
in her eighteen years of life.
The feelings are so welcoming and yet so strange the
young girl thought, "Why did my mother warn me not to;
'Play with myself,' and only bad girls did so?'"
Then, she shuddered in the knowledge that came to her
in response to her own question.
"Desire for something more, like having a boy touch
me... or someone handsome like Mr. Prather," she spoke
out in a soft voice to confirm to her own ears that she
had discovered the need to want more than to hold hands
and a "buzz kiss" when her date brought her home after
church or some date to a school function.
Yancy recalled being with her brother when they were
both nude.
"Perhaps I will have Martin come over and we can see
each other nude. Yes, I will have him over and we can
bathe together in the tub," Yancy thought out loud.
Yancy pondered why she had included Mr. Prather in her
fantasy, but did recall showing him her thighs, without
knowing he had seem more. Moving to the mirrored wall,
she sat down on the floor and faced the mirrors,
enabling her to look between her legs. For the first
time in her life, Yancy felt the need to explore her
body. As she pulled the thick hair to one side, she
used the fingers on both hands to pull her labia open.
Looking at her inner sex, she was amazed at the various
folds inside her vagina.
The small round nubbin at the top of her sex, Yancy
knew, was her clitoris. and the touch of her finger tip
on the sensitive button, gave her intense wants. Slowly
she hunched her hips in such a way that she could view
her anus, and she was amazed at the image of the
puckered hole.
Her eyes once more were studying her oval shaped sexual
opening and the young girl asked herself, "What sweet
wonders it must be to have a man press his hard penis
inside such a place on a woman's body?"
Standing back up, Yancy suddenly remembered the small
and narrow bench like lounge Mr. Prather had in his
store. The red, velvet-like material had felt so smooth
and slick as she had ran her hand across the material.
It would be perfect to place next to the mirrors, and
it's wide enough I could nap or sleep on it and listen
to the birds with the sliding door open.
"I must have it, even if it will cramp my budget, but
I'm sure that I can get credit from Mr. Prather to buy
it... I'm going to get it now," Yancy decided.
Then he remembered how the attractive man had seen up
her skirt yesterday. Both times, I sat and hoped he
could see up my legs.
Knowing she had never openly compromised her modesty in
any way. In fact, she had always been afraid to allow a
boy her age to look up her skirt, although all her
friends told how they loved to flash guys.
"I'm going to wear my shortest skirt, the mini that mom
bought me a couple weeks ago to show off my legs. Why
does mom tell me not to be 'available' to boys, be
modest, and not forget that God watches everything you
do; yet, she bought me a skirt that reveals my butt, if
I'm not careful?
Thinking of what her father had said when she first
tried it on at home; as she, her parents and Betsy were
going out to eat. He remarked, "Mom, did you know our
pretty oldest has great legs and a terrific butt, and I
just love the pink panties she is wearing."
Yancy had felt somewhat embarrassed, but knew her
father was teasing her as she had on a pair of dark
blue panties.
After dressing, Yancy drove over to Dayton and upon
arriving at the furniture store; she walked in and
smiled as the sales lady greeted her in a much
friendlier way: "May I help you Miss Adams? Is there
something you would like to see?"
"Just looking."
Unknown to Yancy, Mr. Panther had observed her enter
the store via the security cameras.
Walking around the store, Yancy came to the lounge type
sofa and sat down and let her fingers trail across the
velvet like material.
"You like that Italian lounge, Yancy? It is pretty,
isn't it? Should I deliver it for you this afternoon,
after the store closes?" Mr. Prather asked.
"Oh, I didn't know you were standing there. Yes, I
really like it. But I'm strapped for cash, Could we
work out a credit payment for it. I found just the
place for it in my bathroom."
Yancy went on to explain about the mirrored wall, and
without realizing what she was doing, as Mr. Prather
was now seated on a chair across from her, she had
opened her legs, and the short skirt was hiked up. Her
whole crotch was exposed, and as the panty she was
wearing was a T-bar style. It allowed considerable
expanse of hair to peek through on either side.
"Certainly, in fact I will bring it over this
afternoon! How about we go out for a snack? I haven't
eaten yet, today. How about joining me, and we can
discuss how you can pay me?"
Walking from the store with Mr. Prather, he led her to
his car, and opened the door for her. Yancy did not
realize her short mini rucked up when she moved her
legs into the car. After she had completely sat back in
the seat did she realize that she must have given Mr.
Prather a very good peek between her legs. Her face
turned red, and she tried to pull her skirt down but it
only reached a few inches below her panty covered sex.
They arrived at what Yancy called the "Down on the
farm" restaurant. When Mr. Prather held the door for
her, she knew there was no way to not expose part of
her body under her skirt. Instead of worrying about it,
she decided to tease the older man, who she found
attractive, and she allowed her legs to spread more
than she realized, and her thick maiden hair on each
side of her panty crotch was his for the viewing. In
fact her panties had slipped across the left lip of her
labia, and her sex was split for his enjoyment and
viewing.
They sat across from each other, and as they ate, they
discussed that Yancy could pay five dollars a week on
the sofa. Perhaps, he could arrange to let her have it
for nothing with just a kiss a week as payment. Yancy
knew that Mr. Prather was flirting and seeing how far
he could get in teasing her, and perhaps even to the
extent of kissing her, and she replied, "How many
weeks, no, how many years of kissing would that
involve, Mr. Prather?"
"Lots, but maybe we could find other ways to pay off
the loan... after all, I'm single and your single...
then we could get married."
"Mr. Prather, you're silly, but cute for an older guy,
you're a lot like my father, no wonder you're such good
friends with dad and mom."
"Thank you, and yes, your parents and I are the 'best
of friends' in lots of ways, Yancy."
Smiling as he spoke, he added, "Ask your sweet mother
if I'm her favorite boyfriend, and by the way, if we
are going to be doing business, call me Randy, and that
is for any kind of business."
"Your not speaking of monkey business or messing around
business, are you, Mr. Prather... Randy, your truly
mom's boyfriend? How romantic!"
Had Yancy known at that moment that her parents were
swingers, and that they partied at least once or twice
a week with Randy, she would have likely bolted from
the restaurant. Yet the idea of her parents having sex
with anyone besides each other never entered Yancy's
mind. As they ate, Yancy had felt Randy move his leg
against her leg a couple of times, and when he held his
legs around her own, she enjoyed the "footsy" game they
called it in high school.
Knowing she must stop the suggestive "leg wrestling"
between them, Yancy wanted to move her legs away. Yet,
for the first time in her life, she was alone, and an
older male was making a pass at her. After eating,
Randy told her he would be over with the chaise lounge
around seven o'clock, after the store closed at six.
Returning back to the store, Yancy felt heated between
her legs, and she understood it was from the intimate
feeling she had shared with Mr. Prather, and when she
stepped from his car, she allowed her legs to open wide
and she knew the older man was looking between her
sprayed thighs.
Smiling, Yancy asked, "Like... see you at seven, and I
will fix dinner for us, what would you like?"
"How about I take you out to eat, after all you're my
favorite customer, now. Aren't you?"
Arriving home, Yancy stopped at her parent's home and
asked her mom if she could have the red area rug in the
basement for her bathroom. Yancy nearly asked her
mother if she was Mr. Prather's girl friend, but
thought she best not. Arriving back at her place, Yancy
carried the red rug into the bathroom, and did so
through the back door that led into the bathroom.
As she was carrying and somewhat dragging the rug, a
man was walking across the lawn toward her and spoke,
"Let me help you, I'm your neighbor from across the
back of the lot, Peter Masters, and you are.....?"
"Yancy Adams, and thanks for helping me. This thing is
more awkward than heavy, but you're a life saver, Mr.
Masters."
"Thanks for the compliment, Yancy, but call me Peter.
After all, we'll likely be seeing more of each other,
and in his mind, the ex-general knew that if he was
lucky, one hell of a lot more."
Up close, Peter could see the attractiveness of the
young girl, and he recalled how her breasts looked as
well as her petal-pink labia peeking out of the thick
growth of hair covering her mons. After they got the
rug inside, Peter could not help but watch as the young
girl bent over and straightened the rug out and as she
did so, bent over and her skirt rode up over her hips,
exposing the rounded buttocks with the T-bar panty slid
down between the tight hips.
Yancy fixed a special blend of coffee her mother had
purchased for her. As they enjoyed the coffee together,
Yancy and Peter told each other about themselves. Peter
was surprised to learn that Yancy was a Mormon, but
really a "Jack Mormon."
"Mom and dad kind of got fed up with all the money the
church wanted them to contribute. They were awfully
restrictive on our lives. In effect, dad said we had no
life of our own, as the church tried to live our lives
for us."
Smiling at her honesty and candor, Peter asked if she
had a boyfriend, and when she told him she had been so
busy in school and working, and now she was going to
start college and a part time job, she didn't have time
for a boyfriend.
"Maybe we can become friends. Your neighbor, Mrs.
Bronson, her first name is Margaret, is nice. She and I
have coffee and Danish a couple of times a week. Yancy,
without imposing, may I use your bathroom?"
"Yes, of course, here, it is right around the corner,"
Yancy replied.
After returning from the bathroom, Peter thought her to
be a very charming and attractive young girl. After
returning from the bathroom, he told her, "I like the
small pixie prints. I dabble in paints, and I had done
them for a lady who had lived here, it is nice to see
them still around."
"You painted them, really? Mr. Masters. I'm sorry,
Peter. You are good." Then, before realizing what she
was saying, she told Peter, "When I first looked at
them last night, I thought how I'd love to have someone
paint me like those. I thought of Lady Chatterley, and
how she had the flowers in her hair, even her maiden
hair..."
Yancy knew what she had said, and her face turned
scarlet. She tried to apologize for her poor taste in
such a comment.
"Yancy, if you want me to paint you, I would be more
than happy to do so. Although, I attended the Air Force
Academy, and retired as a 51-year-old, two star general
three years ago, I have always liked the arts and I'm
also an amateur astronomer."
"Really, but... I've never been nude in front of a man
before. Don't laugh at me, but I'm kind of shy..."
"Yancy, you are evidently attempting to inform me that
you're still a virgin, and that is nice to hear from a
young woman in today's lifestyles," Peter replied in a
soft expressive voice. "We could start by painting you
with a nice wrap. I have gossamer material I've used in
the past that has sparkling small silver and crystal
like stones woven in the material. It would be perfect
for you. Perhaps we can do a quick sketch of you with
the material covering you in a couple weeks."
"Really, Mr., I mean Peter. I'm getting a new piece of
furniture this evening, a red velvet chaise, and I'm
putting it in front of the mirrored wall."
"Yes, perhaps you can call when your ready and we well
let you try the material on and see what you think."
Smiling at Yancy, Peter added, "Doing your portrait in
the bathroom, on the chaise, and in front of the
mirrors would make a nice backdrop."
They conversed pleasantly for another hour, then, after
Peter left, Yancy walked into the bathroom and looked
at the paintings. She had thought they were prints in
the way they were painted. There was his signature., it
read, "Peter Masters." Until now she wouldn't have
known who he was on a personal basis.
"Can I let him see me nude, maybe if I hold the
material over me in some way... no... if I'm going to
be painted as I want, I will be nude."
"What will it be like to pose nude in front of a man I
just met and let him and let him see my whole body?"
Yancy wondered. Thinking that she felt strange the few
times in the past year that she had been nude when
swimming with her father and mother in the pond. Many
times while the three of them swam so intimately
together, Yancy had looked at her father's sex and had
wanted to hold it in her hand, and she had seen him
looking at her breasts and even between her open legs
on several occasions.
*****
Shortly before seven, Yancy heard Randy pulling up in
his delivery van, and she walked out to greet him.
Together the carried the chaise lounge around back of
the apartment and through the sliding door of the
bathroom. Placing it next to the mirrored wall, and
with the red throw rug on the floor, she saw it was
perfect for the room.
"It looks lovely, doesn't it Mr. Prather? Sorry, I mean
Randy," and as she spoke, flopped down on the chaise
and, her legs opened so her upper legs and panty
covered sex was displayed.
'Nice, looks very nice," Randy said with a smile on his
face.
"Randy, you are a perv, but guess it's my fault," but
as she spoke, Yancy did not move or close her legs.
Instead, she curled up like a ball on her side, and
smiling, watched as the older man moved toward her.
The teenage girl knew she was about to be kissed and
likely touched in some sexual way. How much so, she
didn't know but a light caress on my clothing covered
breasts won't be so bad. What is a minute of being
touched intimately going to hurt?
When she saw Randy approach the chaise lounge, she
scooted toward the wall, and when he lay down next to
her, she squeezed her body against his. Her eyes took
in the movement of his face toward hers, and she
passively allowed his lips to be pressed onto her own.
Then, Yancy resisted as she felt Randy's tongue tip
pressing against her lips, trying to enter her mouth.
"You're old enough to be my father, you know that,
don't you?" Yancy asked as she broke the kiss for a
moment.
When Randy's hand moved up and cupped her breasts; she
knew the feeling of sex arousal for the first time in
her young life. Her mind said to stop, but her body was
enjoying the feelings caused by the firm and large hand
on her covered breasts, one after the other.
"Lift up," Randy said, as he begins to slide her top up
past her breasts, and over her head. Yancy, just raised
her arms, and allowed her top to be removed.
Randy gently massaged her breasts through her bra.
But, when she felt him trying to slip the cups up over
her breasts, she pulled back, "No, not yet, some other
time, but not now. Please Randy, I'm really starting to
become scared, and think we should stop."
He knew how to get a young woman's libido heated, while
keeping her resistance to a minimum. Randy was once
more kissing the young girl's lips, then moving onto
her face and neck. His lips traveled down to brush
across the mounds of her breasts that were outside the
cups of her bra. Yancy, for her part, did not protest
his moving his hand moving under her skirt and between
her nude thighs.
As they lay, kissing, Yancy felt his hand stroking her
thighs and working their way across the front of her
panties to stroke the tightly clinched area of her sex.
She could feel him tangle his fingers in her thick bush
that protruded out of her crotch band as he unzipped
her skirt. Again, she did not resist.
"Rise up, so I can take your skirt down. Please, Yancy,
let me see and touch you, even if only in your panties
and bra. Please."
She raised her hips, then watched Randy stand up and
undress. He was soon nude in front of her. Her eyes
took in the large and thick man-thing hanging from his
body, and she compared it to the only other one she had
ever seen; that of her brother, Martin. The one was
nearly twice the size of her brother's penis both in
length and girth. Yancy was glad she wasn't going to be
nude and feel the large thing try to enter her body.
Randy lay back down next to her, and placed her hand on
his large manhood. She suddenly knew it was time to
stop the intimacy between herself and the older man.
Once more she was being kissed, and this time she felt
her bra being unsnapped in the back, and pulled off her
arms. "No, Randy. I can't... don't take my bra off. No!
Oh... you can't kiss my breasts... stop. Randy..., no!"
Her fingers curled around his member, now larger and
thicker throbbing in her hand, she failed to notice
that her panties were being pushed down over her hips.
"Randy... no... no... not my panties, ohhhh... stop,
Randy stop... no more," Yancy was pleading as her
panties were removed from her legs.
Yancy could not believe the pleasant and stimulating
sensations she was receiving as her breasts were being
fondled, and her nipples sucked. Then she felt Randy
kissing her sex, and she begged him to stop. "Randy...
no... you can't kiss me there... Stop, take your mouth
away... Get off me!"
"Open your legs, let me just put my cock against your
pussy, I won't go all the way, just inside the edge,
please Yancy."
"No... take it away... Aughhh, ohhhhh, Randy... Take it
out. It hurts... stop. Let me put my bra and panties
back on, and I will let you... Honest I will... I'll
let you do it... ohhhh, noooo, stopppp... Randy stop or
I will tell dad!"
With tears in her eyes, Yancy felt so confused. She
had the desire, but was afraid. Even though she was
turned on by having a man's penis against her virgin
sex,
Still nude, and with Randy kissing and sucking at her
nipples, Yancy was whimpering and asking the man to not
kiss or suck at her breasts. When she once more felt a
man's tongue on her sex, and the feeling of it licking
from the top to the bottom of her slit, and back up to
tease her clitoris, Yancy sobbed out, "Ohhhh... Randy,
no more tonight... wait until the next time...! Oh,
Randy..., you must stop... Aughhhh, Randy, I'm... I'm
aughhh!"
Both Yancy and Randy knew that she had just climaxed.
But for her, alone, she knew it was her first orgasm.
Pushing him away, she curled up in a ball and faced the
mirrored wall. She felt the strong and virile man move
against her back and buttocks in a spoon like manner.
She shuddered as his large manhood was poking between
her hips, and against her tiny anal ring.
She felt Randy roll her onto her back, and look at her
as he told her, "Relax, I won't try to enter you, I
just want to feel the head of my cock against your
virgin pussy. Please, Yancy, I promise, that is all I
want."
For whatever the reason, Yancy trusted the man who had
just given her the first orgasm of her life. His long,
thick cock was between the lips of her sex, and she did
what he told her, "Hold it against you, hold my cock in
your hand against your cherry pussy."
The feeling was so strong, and Yancy even rubbed it
between her labia as Randy asked. She was about to tell
him, "Put it in me," when she felt it quiver. Then her
sex and belly were splashed in what she understood was
his semen.
"No... no... pull it away! Don't get your stuff in
me... Don't get me pregnant. Oh, my God, Randy. Will I
become pregnant? Tell me the truth."
"No, but my God, that is the most I ever went off in my
life."
Moving onto his side and laying next to the girl, he
picked up his shirt and wiped his cock. Then, he got a
towel and placed it under them, "This will keep your
new chaise from being messed up."
His semen had splashed onto the thick hair of her sex,
on her stomach and in the edge of her pussy. As they
lay together Randy's fingers massaged the thick spermy
puddles into her skin.
He picked up a large a glob of his cum as he could and
let it slip between the lips of her virgin sex. Still
using his fingers, he pushed it inside Yancy's
slippery, and slightly open labia. With a perverse
need, he moved his more of his spunk into her open sex.
He hoped that one of his boys had swum its way up her
uterus and punctured one of her eggs. It wasn't her
cycle time, so she was safe, but had she known what he
was up to as he lubed her open labia , she would have
hated him even more than she already did from his
nearly raping her.
*****
For Peter, the sight was more than he could have ever
imagined. He wondered how the man knew her. He was
still amazed at the size of the erection the man had
hanging between his legs. When he saw the guy on top of
her, he thought she had been penetrated, as he couldn't
hear what was said between them. Watching the man
unload the huge amount of semen, he was amazed at how
much cum the man unleashed from his cock. Looking on,
Peter thought, "That must be at least eight or ten
tablespoons full. My God, I can't wait to see her in
the nude and paint her. Will I be so lucky to get close
to her?"
Peter continued to record the action in the bathroom,
until Yancy and the man rose from the sofa and was
dressed. When he saw them leave the bathroom, he waited
until the man drive off.
*****
For another hour, Peter watched for the girl to return
to the bathroom. Finally, he saw her enter the room and
check out the sofa. Observing her run her hands over
the surface, Peter believed she was searching for any
wetness from the large load of cum the man had shot
off. This was exactly what the young girl was doing,
and finally Peter watched as she removes her clothes,
stood nude in front of the mirrored wall and fingered
her sex. He watched until she put on a shower cap, and
stepped into the shower stall.
Then, he waited.
In a couple of minutes Yancy was dried off and putting
her bra and panties back on. She left the room and
returned with a dress and a pair of shoes. After fixing
her hair and make up, Peter watched the attractive
teenager fixed her hair and make up, and slip on her
dress and shoes. Then, turning off the light, she left
her apartment, and drove off in her car.
*****
Driving to the DQ, Yancy thought of all that had
happened with Randy at the store, restaurant and now in
her own apartment. She tried to reason why she allowed
Randy to be so intimate with her.
"Never again, Randy, you will never get another chance
to do to me what you did tonight. You almost raped me.
God, what if he had raped me?" Yancy asked herself.
What if he had gone all the way up in me? What if I
would have become pregnant? If dad knew what Randy had
done, he would likely kill him."
Before reaching the DQ, Yancy remembered how much she
had enjoyed the sensations she felt when Randy slid his
warm, viscous male juices up into my sex.
"Will the minister see in my face how I have let a man
touch me so intimately? Will I be punished for my
sins...?"
As she thought about it; Yancy shuddered at the sins
she had both abhorred and seemed to desire.
Arriving at the restaurant, Yancy walked inside and
found her best friend, Loretta Parsons, seated with a
couple of boys from school. She walked over, and joined
them. "Hey, how's my new "Miss Independent Girlfriend?"
Loretta asked as she stood up and hugged her friend?
"Great, I've got everything in place, but I have some
minor things to complete when I have more money." Yancy
added, "I sure wish I knew how to earn more money
before I get my first check."
Tony Mathews had graduated as runner up to Yancy's GPA,
and was headed to Princeton. He took out his billfold,
counted out $50, and asked, "Is that the going rate?"
They all busted up, laughing and Yancy retorted, "Look
cheapo, I give it away cheaper than that."
For the next couple of hours they gabbed and laughed.
As they were about to leave, Yancy asked, "Why don't
you guys follow me, and see my new place?"
"Sure, why not, and I'll ride with Yancy. Okay, guys?"
Loretta asked.
They arrived at Yancy's place and she asked them to not
make a lot of noise as her neighbors were really nice
but older. Inside her new apartment, the three friends
were amazed at how nice the place looked, and Yancy
felt so proud.
Loretta told her, "Next Saturday, how about I spend the
night with you?"
"I'd love it, I can't wait for my first over night
guest," Yancy exclaimed!
"Heck, I can spend the night, tonight," Bill Dieble
replied, laughing.
"Now, Bill I would let you spend the night with me
tonight, but I'd hate to be the one to take your
virginity, and then have you cry all night after we
were done."
"Yancy, I've been saving my tears for you all my life,
so I'm ready to let them run down my face, just you
rape away, you evil girl," Bill said as if he was
sobbing.
For the next couple of hours the four friends enjoyed
setting around in Yancy's place and when leaving each
gave her a hug and wished her the best.
*****
The next morning, Peter rose early, and got out his
supplies, and inventoried what items and material he
would need to purchase before painting Yancy. Having
watched the action from the night before, he was a
little concerned about how to ask the girl about doing
her nude. Picking up his phone, he dialed the number
Yancy had given him.
"Hello," the sweet voice of the young girl said as she
answered the phone.
"Yes, Yancy, it is Peter, I hope I'm not calling you
too early, as I know you young people like to stay out
late and sleep even later."
"No, I've been up since about seven, as I love to
listen to the birds singing in the morning." Pausing
for a moment, Yancy asked, "Do you still want to do my
painting, and Peter, I promise not to be nervous, but
give me time if I need it, deal?"
"Certainly, and I must tell you, I'm likely as nervous
as you, as I haven't seen such an attractive young
woman as you in quite a while, but before we start,
what say I take you with me for breakfast?" Then Peter
added, "We can discuss the painting, and also I just
finished looking through my materials and I will need
to purchase items before I can paint you, so let's plan
on doing the work two weeks from today."
"That is nice but you don't need to..."
"No, no I insist, Yancy, I'll drive around and we can
go eat."
*****
Over breakfast at the Cracker Barrel, they spoke about
Peter's tour of duty in the Air Force, and how after he
had complete his life in the seat of B-52, then a B-1-
B, and finally a B-2, and had risen to the rank of two
stars in short order. He decided to leave the service
before he found his ass in Iraq, and on a mission he
could not accept was necessary.
When he listened to Yancy tell how she was going to
college and would also be working, he was impressed
when he learned about her high GPA.
*****
For the next two weeks, he trained his telescope, on
the lovely teenager as she had gotten into the habit of
sleeping on the chaise lounge in the bathroom. As he
watched, Peter could not get over how beautiful and
shapely Yancy was.
A week earlier, he had observed another girl, nude in
the bathroom. She was also attractive, but her breasts
seemed overly large for her slender body.
Now it was again Saturday morning, and Peter had
invited Yancy to have breakfast with him at the local
Denny's. During the meal, the discussed about doing the
painting, and Yancy told Peter, "I hope your not
disappointed when you see me nude, as I'm not the most
attractive little fish in the ocean."
Returning to Yancy's home, he dropped her off, and
after driving home, walked back to her house. Inside he
showed her the material, and let her undress in the
bathroom. When she told him she was ready, he went in
and her standing by the chaise lounge. Yancy had the
fabric draped across her shoulders, and hanging loose
around her neck and down across her breasts. Her pubic
area was uncovered and she wasn't holding the material
close to her furry triangle.
"We'll need three or four of those pillows you have in
the other room for you to rest on," Peter had said, in
a voice he knew betrayed his male desires toward the
nearly nude young girl. After Yancy had obtained the
pillows, he asked Yancy to lie on her side, with one
leg drawn back and bent at the knee. This allowed just
a mere hint of her sex to be displayed, but not so much
to be obscene.
He noticed her breasts were pointed, and jutted out
from her chest like two sharp cones then flowed into
narrow cylinders, that tapered off with evenly pointed
nipples. Peter thought how these were the most unique
breasts and nipples he had ever observed, more so than
any he had ever seen.
"Bring your shoulders back a little. This pose will
allow your breasts to stretch, and emphasize their
pointy shape, just like you saw in the pixie
paintings."
As the girl moved, he saw just the image he wanted and
said, "Hold that pose, Yancy."
Using a soft pencil, he soon had an outline of how he
wanted the painting to look, and for the next three
hours, he sketched and painted until he had the basic
outline of her portrait completed.
*****
Finally, Yancy was allowed to stand and stretch her
sore muscles. Having been in the same position for
nearly three hours, Yancy had allowed the material to
slip from her body and it fell onto the chaise. Bending
and stretching her arms up over her head, and spreading
her legs and standing on one foot, while pulling her
opposite leg up behind her, as if she was stretching
from jogging, the teenage girl knew her body was
frankly on display more than when she was posing.
Thinking to herself, Yancy thought how she had enjoyed
her brother Martin viewing her nude at the creek, and
even when Randy had undressed her, she had enjoyed the
fact her body was uncovered. Now she wished that Peter
would lay down the things he was painting her with, and
take her in his arms. This time, Yancy told herself, "I
would not stop Peter from entering my body as I did
Randy. What can I do? I want to feel a man enter my
body"
Finally, Yancy lay back on the chaise, and pulled her
legs so they were open and her sex was on display. The
image wasn't lost on Peter, and he knew the girl was
displaying her sex to him. "Do I dare try to take her,
perhaps if I paint her as she lies, as she is...?"
"Yancy, may I paint you as you're laying now? In fact,
I have my camera, if you don't mind. I could photograph
you and paint from the photos. Is that alright with
you? You're lovely."
"Yes, do whatever you want. I won't stop you; just do
anything you desire, Peter..." Yancy said in a direct
invitation to the older man.
Taking his digital camera from his painting work box,
Peter was soon snapping one image after the other of
the girl. He had her stand, and bend over, as he
photographed her breasts, hanging down. He caught the
roll of her hips as she was bent over. Unknown to her,
Peter captured the puckered pink muscle of her
sphincter, for his own pleasure.
*****
Turning on her back, Yancy felt a heated flush pass
across her body. She looked at the older man, and in a
hoarse whisper said, "Peter, undress, lie next to me...
I... oh..."
With her eyes focused on the man in front of her, she
watched as Peter undressed and saw he was larger
between his legs than Randy. Yet the knowledge of what
such a large cock could do to her did not cross her
mind.
"Peter, you will be my first. You believe me? Peter,
I'm afraid..."
*****
He had allowed his computer to run, and knew everything
about to happen with this precocious teen would be
documented for savoring later. Peter moved quickly to
the chaise lounge, but stopped long enough to pick up a
couple of towels. Having the girl raise up her hips,
Peter slid the towel under her body, and wasting no
time for preliminaries, moved between the smooth legs
of the 18-year-old girl, and aligned his cock head with
her slightly parted labia.
"You're certain you want this, Yancy? My God, this is
such an honor..."
Moving the end of his cock up and down between the lips
of Yancy's narrow labia, he found the wide and thick
head of his erection was not able to easily enter the
young sex. After a few minutes of finger spreading her
lubrication, and his oozing precum he felt the large
bulk of his cock head slip into the young pussy.
"Um... um... eeeyieee... oh... Peter, be easy, oh my
god...noooo, ohhhh, nooooo... Peter, god it hurts...
wait... wait!" Yancy cried out from the pain as she was
taken for her first time. The sensations of the large
thing being rubbed back and forth and lightly in and
out of her sex had been exceptionally pleasing Then she
felt a burning and tearing between the lips of her sex,
as her hymen gave way with a deep penetration of her
body. Yancy knew she had just been changed from a
virgin to what her minister called a "wanton woman" and
she had not been ready for the sudden pain.
Her pleas and tears were not wasted on Peter. He had
recognized he needed to take her quickly and with as
much strength as he could muster when he shoved all the
way into this young virgin. "Yancy, I hope you can hold
on, as it will only get better now, tell me..."
"Peter, I know you just did me, and oh god, it hurts,
not so deep... aughhhh, oh Peter, you're so deep...
we're fuc... fuck... fucking... aren't we...?"
"Yes, and hold on, I want to make it good for you," and
slowly Peter was moving his cock in and back out of the
young sex. Each time he shoved into the girl, Peter
ensured that he rubbed his pubic bone against her
prepuce and made small bumping moves against the
clitoris that seemed to have doubled in size.
"Yancy, oh hell! I'm coming, yeah! Oh damn... it is so
fucking good, aughhhh!! Yancy..., take my come..."
"No, don't take it out... stay in me... please, Peter,
keep it up me... you were my first... oh Peter, I love
you... P E T E R, what is happening...?" Peter's was in
her, up to the hilt, as he rolled back and forth
against her mons, he squeezed her clit, and caused her
to climax.
For at least ten minutes the two lovers, the teen girl
and older male lay joined at their sexual parts. Peter
pulled the young girl's legs up so they rested on his
shoulders. Then he was once more moving his erection in
and out of her sore and bleeding sex. Still, to Yancy,
she did not want the man to move from her body, even
with the pain she was feeling from having taken a male
for her first time.
"He is larger than my brother and even Randy. Randy,
why couldn't you have been as nice as Peter?" Yancy
asked herself. Then hugged Peter around his neck and
cried, "French kiss me, please Peter, we haven't even
kissed and you have my virginity. Peter, I love you. I
will always love you Peter. Believe me, I..."
After several minutes, they rose from the chaise lounge
and as they stood, Yancy saw the evidence of her lost
virginity on her and Peter, and also on the towel on
the chaise.
"I'm a mess, and it is your fault, you dirty old man.
You know something, "I love you, even if you are a
dirty old man. Are you happy, Peter? Did I do what I
was supposed?"
"Happy isn't the word, try ecstatic. Happy, is minor to
how you have made me feel. I can assure you, I'm on
cloud nine." Smiling at the young girl, he told Yancy,
"You're a delightful woman, even if you are only a
teen."
"Peter, after what we just did, can we not paint any
more today? I need to clean up, and I'm hungry. Can we
go eat?"
*****
That evening, Yancy was watching television and
thinking of what she had done, and how she'd asked an
older man to have sex with her; when the phone rang.
"Hello," Yancy said as she answered the phone.
"Yancy, it's Martin. What say, I come over and take you
to the DQ or where ever, and keep you company?
Actually, you keep me company, as dad and mom took off
with the kids this morning and went to the water slide
park"
"Sure, but how about you pick up a pizza and we will
just stay home in my new place and watch a movie on
TV?"
They sat around watching the old movie channel, and
around eleven, Martin said it was time for him to head
home.
"Why don't you stay here tonight, no one is at home, so
you can keep me company, and I will cook breakfast for
us in the morning?"
"I guess I can crash on the floor, if you don't mind?"
"No way, you can sleep in bed with me. Remember when we
were little, and we slept together?" As she giggled,
Yancy said, "You always wanted me to hold your peewee."
"Yancy, my god!" Martin said in complete surprise to
his sister's comment.
After another half hour, Yancy undressed in front of
her brother, and she remembered when they were nude at
the creek. "Get undressed, and do me a favor, turn off
all the lights, but please, light the candles on the
stove. Please, Martin?"
In the dark, they lay nude together on Yancy's sofa
bed. She moved her body against her brother's. For a
few minutes, neither said anything. Then, Yancy moved
her hand down, as if by accident, and allowed it to
brush across her brother's erection.
"Oh, Martin, would you like to touch me, I want to,
you...! Oh, my, Martin, you're making me feel good,"
she moaned breathlessly, as Martin was moving his
fingers in and out of her pussy, and all around her
clit.
"Yancy, I better leave. You're making me want to..."
"Martin, make love to me, be gentle! You will be my
first! Martin, ohhhh, that... ! Go in easy,... it
hurts. Oh... my brother..."
She played out the part of being a virgin, remembering
what had happened between her and Peter only that
morning.
Martin later told his sister, "I'm happy and
appreciated being your first Yancy. But, what made you
want sex?"
"Just having my own place... and the 'cock' someone
hung in my kitchen. I understood just what the plaque
meant."
Thinking about Melea's comments about how big her
brother was between his legs, she thought, "He doesn't
compare to Peter, or even Randy."
But she felt good from the sex her brother gave her
twice that night, and once more the next morning. After
they drove to the Cracker Barrel, and enjoyed
breakfast, they returned home, and decided to head to
the farm and swim in the pond behind the dam in the
creek.
They swam for a while, then they had moved onto the
creek bank where Martin tongued their mutual fluids out
of her pussy. Her first experience with oral sex made
her climax yet again. She returned his favor with a
blow job, and tasted his salty, male cum.
"Another first for today," she thought as they drove
back to her place. After her brother drove off, she
undressed and got ready for a shower.
*****
Under the spray of the water Yancy didn't hear Randy
Prather unlocked and opened the sliding door of the
bathroom open. He quickly undressed, and pulled open
the shower door.
"Randy, what in the hell are you doing? Get out of my
house! No! Don't touch me!!! If you don't leave, now, I
will tell my dad you tried to rape me, and ... no!"
Yancy cried out as Randy grabbed her and squeezed
himself against her body; all the while, kneading her
breasts and tangling his fingers in her pubic hair.
Peter, was spying with his scope, and had seen the
whole thing. It was obvious to him that Yancy was
fighting to stop the man from molesting her. Picking up
his 10 mm, Peter ran from his home, down the small
hill, to Yancy's bathroom in a matter of seconds. The
sliding door was open, and he heard Yancy cry out, "No
Randy... no, don't rape me, I won't have sex with
youuuu... stopppp. Help meeee. Someone, help meeee!"
Moving quickly to the open shower, he saw the two
struggling: the girl to stop the sexual assault, and
the older and much stronger male attempting and ready
to take the screaming and frightened girl from the
shower and rape her.
Quickly, as he had been trained those many years before
in jungle survivor training as a pilot, Peter shoved
the 10 mm barrel into the man's crotch; and with only a
firm and soft voice, said, "Don't even move a muscle or
I will shoot your dick off."
Immediately the man stopped in his tracks, as she
sobbed, "Mr. Masters, thank you. Oh my God. He was
going to rape Me."
"Get that gun off me. Who, in the hell, do you think
you are? She invited me into her shower..."
"Shut up or I'll blow your balls off! The police will
believe me, not you, you fucking asshole. I saw you
enter the house as I was working in my garden." Peter
had seen the girl struggle with the man a few weeks
before.
He quickly doubled up his fist, striking the man in the
stomach about an inch above his manhood. The whoosh of
air from his mouth was loud and like the sounded like
the engine of a race car.
Randy fell forward and landed on his side after the
hard driving fist had done its damage. She. then,
kicked him in his groin.
As he cried out in pain, she told him, "I'm telling my
father about you. If you ever come to my house again,
I'll kill you, if Mr. Masters doesn't do so first."
When Randy managed to stand up, Peter placed the police
special once more against Randy's cock, and told him,
"Grab your clothes, run out that door and get the hell
away from here, if you..."
Randy interrupted, "Can I get dressed first? Someone
might see me."
"Leave now, or I will blow your cock and balls off,"
Peter said, as shoved the weapon tightly against
Randy's shriveled manhood.
Randy grabbed his clothes from the chaise lounge and
took off out the door. Yancy was still in tears when
she heard someone ask, "What... what is going on?... Oh
my, Peter, you have a gun. The man who owns the
furniture store in Dayton, he was running out of here
with nothing on."
Margaret Bronson asked the crying, nude teenager, "Miss
Yancy, are you alright? And what is going on in here?"
Grabbing a towel, Peter handed it to Yancy, saying,
"Here, cover yourself with this. You should be okay
now."
Looking at Margaret, the attractive man mustered all of
his military imprimatur and said with authority, "What
say we go to my place and leave this young girl to get
herself back together?"
As they left her place he spoke softly, "Yancy, come on
over when you're dressed, and join Margaret and me for
some tea." Then, he walked away with his attractive
older neighbor to his own home. Once inside, he made
small talk with Margaret, and realized this was the
first time he'd ever seen her in shorts and an
abbreviated halter style top.
"Margaret, you're very attractive, and you looking
absolutely fantastic in that outfit., I hope you wore
it just for me," Peter said with a smile that he meant
to erase the previous scene at Yancy's home. "Come on
into the kitchen and join me and help fix the tea."
"Peter, what the hell was going on at the girl's place?
What was Prather doing running from the apartment in
the nude? Hell, what were you doing? You had a gun...
I..."
"Margaret, I had started over to see you when I noticed
the man moving toward the back of Yancy's place and
open the sliding door leading into her bathroom, which
I knew she never locked." Pausing for a moment, and
knowing how to impact a comment to change a line of
someone's thinking, Peter, added, "I went back into my
house, retrieved my gun from the kitchen drawer where I
keep it, and walked over to see what was happening."
"You saw the man enter..."
"Yes," Peter said quickly before Margaret could finish
her question, "And I hurried over. I heard Yancy crying
out that she didn't want to be raped. I opened the
door, and entered the room. The shower door was open
and he was in the shower with the young girl."
"Oh, how frightful for the poor little girl. It must
have been awful for her," Margaret exclaimed.
"That is certain."
"I jammed my revolver into his balls and threatened to
blow them off if he didn't get his clothes and run from
the girl's house and to never return." Smiling, Peter
added, "Guess he believed me. By the way, did you like
the size of his tool?"
"PETER, how can you make light of such a thing? It was
big, wasn't it?
But did either of you call the police?"
"No, Yancy didn't want to. Her father does the man's
accounting."
"Peter, do you really find me attractive. Don't make
fun of me for asking, but for some reason I keep
feeling I'm getting old and missing out on a lot. You
know what I mean. I have no true marriage anymore."
"Margaret, you are absolutely stunning, and I
understand what you're saying as I... feel the same..."
"Hello am I intruding," Yancy asked as she'd heard the
last two comments, and knew that both were discussing
the personal lives? Having also put on a pair of white
shorts her and tank top, Yancy looked to be a younger
double of her neighbor. "I like your choice of clothes,
wish I could find some like yours, Margaret."
This caused the three of them to laugh, and Peter said,
"I was just offering Margaret her choice of tea, so let
me hear your thoughts as well, Miss Yancy."
Holding up three containers, he continued, "I have
Darjeeling, English Breakfast and Assam teas to tickle
your palettes, so which will you like? Or, I'll make
all three, and we can share."
Laughing, Peter added, "I've never had a threesome, but
with you twins, I'm ready... "
"You dirty old man, you couldn't take care of one of us
hot chicks, let alone the two of us," Margaret laughing
replied.
"A threesome, before I've had a two-some... What am I
missing?"
Yancy laughed as she hugged Peter, and looked in his
eyes, "Guess I owe you for saving me a little while
ago. My God, thank you. So, I guess you and I can be my
twosome, and Margaret can tell me what to do."
Busting up, and looking at the young girl, Margaret
understood she was attempting to take away the pain
from the assault she had suffered, and told Yancy, "Be
careful, that "old man" is likely still able to drop
bombs like he did in the Air Force."
"Peter let's all make tea. Each of us will make our
own, and I will make my favorite kind, the English
breakfast.
I enjoy its slightly bitter taste," Yancy said while
still laughing. "Tell me Peter, did you really drop
bombs, what all did you do in the service. My dad never
talks about his time in Desert Storm."
They enjoyed the three varieties of tea, and Yancy
could not get enough of Peter telling about flying the
big plane, a B-52 over Vietnam. When Peter got out his
photos from his time in the service, Yancy was amazed
at what all the man had done, and she loved the
photograph of him with the B-52. Looking at the
attractive older man, Yancy commented, "You're a hero,
and if you want, some day I would like to hear all
about the war, and what it was like to have someone
shooting at you."
For the next couple of hours, they enjoyed each other's
company, then Peter said, "How about we go eat, and I
will treat, deal?"
Returning home after dinner, Peter stopped and dropped
off the women off, then drove home. When he walked in
the house, his phone was ringing. It was Margaret, who
asked if he would take her out for a drink later this
evening... "I need to just get out of the house, and I
have a health care worker coming over for the evening."
After picking Margaret up at 7:30 that evening, Peter
drove to a small Italian restaurant, and they enjoyed
the meal together, then drove to a small and intimate
bar about two blocks from where they lived. In the
lounge they took a booth in the rear of the room and
enjoyed their cocktails while speaking of a myriad of
items.
At 10:00, Margaret looked across the table at Peter and
spoke softly, telling him, "Please, say nothing. Don't
make any reply. But if you want, take me to your house
and lead me to your bedroom. I need to be home by
11:30... No, say nothing, at least, not yet."
Standing up, Peter walked to the opposite side of the
booth, held his hand out to Margaret and helped her to
her feet. Then he walked with her out of the lounge and
to where his car was parked, and opened the door so the
attractive looking woman could be seated. Getting into
his car, Peter drove to his home and pulled into the
garage, then helped Margaret into his home, and led her
to his bedroom.
Margaret said nothing but simply kicked off her shoes,
unfastened her dress, and let it drop to the floor
around her feet. Pulling down her pantyhose, and then
removing her bra, the 45-year-old woman was standing
before the fourth man to ever see her, nude.
*****
Margaret had first been nude with a boy named Dexter,
when she was 15-years-old and he was 17. They had
parked on piece of land his parents owned and wanted to
build a new home on; but never had, in ten years.
Margaret and Dexter had taken a Sunday drive, when they
pulled into the road leading into the 40 acres, and
drove to a grove on the back of the property. This was
where they had parked on previous dates, so Margaret
had no concerns about being parked with Dexter. Soon,
they had started kissing and "making out." In the past,
this just meant that Dexter's would make tentatively
feel her breasts over her blouse, and her leg, on the
outside of her skirt.
The day had been strange for Margaret and she didn't
understand why. She thought it must be from parking
with Dexter during the day instead of at night. When
she felt Dexter unbutton the first of the five buttons
on her blouse, Margaret simply held onto his wrist, but
did not hinder him. Pulling her blouse from her
waistband and pulling it from her body was not enough
to make Margaret stop. This emboldened the boy further
as he reached around, and unsnapped her bra, which soon
joined her blouse on the backseat of the car.
The two teenagers enjoyed their first attempt at
serious foreplay, especially Dexter as he fondled and
sucked her firm, teenage, 36-B cup breasts. Margaret,
for her part, could never recall when her skirt was
actually removed, but when she felt Dexter pulling her
panties down, she told him, "No, Dexter, not my
panties, you can't take them down... Dexter... no."
Margaret tried to keep her panties up around her waist,
but she soon found them down around her ankles. She
gasped, when she saw that Dexter was suddenly naked
also.
Margaret looked at the hard thing sticking up from
Dexter's body. She knew what it was, and what it wanted
to do to her. The feeling wasn't fear, but something in
her body wanted to escape from the car before she was
going to be having sex.
"We... can't. Oh, Dexter, you shouldn't put your
fingers there. Please Dexter, we can't..." but as she
spoke, Margaret was soon reclining on her back on the
car seat.
Suddenly there was no resistance on Margaret's part, as
Dexter soon discovered the pretty teenager lay down on
the car seat without his having to press her downward.
As he did not move the girl onto her back by herself,
with opened legs. Dexter knew he was about to take her
cherry. Then he moved the end of his cock to the moist,
pink, sensual opening between the pretty girl's legs
hidden by soft light-brown hair.
"Dexter, oh... stop... you can't do it to me...
aughhhh, ohhhh! Dexter, it hurts... ,no more... oh
nooooo, help me... aughhhh... god it hurts, stop for a
minute... Dexter, oh noooo, stop!" The damage was done,
and Margaret knew what she had allowed changed her
forever. She was no longer a virgin. The teenage girl
lay on the car seat and let her young lover have what
he had wanted.
They sat up and Margaret could feel wetness between her
legs, and knew that the boy had dumped his stuff in
her. She started crying, not from having sex, but in
fear she would be pregnant. Both of the teens looked
between her legs, and Dexter cried out, "Oh hell, your
bleeding all over the seat. Hop up. Oh, hell... look at
the mess on the seat!"
Then Dexter made a big mistake and loudly told his
virgin conquest, "You fucking idiot, you got blood all
over my car seat Damn it ,Margaret, you should have
been careful!"
"Dexter, you shit head, you took my virginity. How was
I to know what would happen? Take me home!" As she
shouted out at the boy who had just taken her
virginity, Margaret got out of the car, opened the back
door, and getting her clothes was soon dressed.
Margaret had picked up Dexter's tee-shirt and used it
to wipe between her legs and pitched it at the startled
boy. "You asshole... damn you Dexter, I let you be my
first... if you tell anyone I let you, I will tell my
dad you raped me."
*****
Margaret did not have another sexual experience until
after she was 20-years-old, and working during the
period between her junior year and senior year of
college. She was working as an intern for her
representative in D. C. One evening, as she was
finishing up some mailings that "just had to go out
that evening" when the congressman entered her small
office. After a brief conversation, she agreed to have
a cocktail with him at a Georgetown bar where he and
some of his friends dropped in fairly often for a "soda
pop" after a hard day.
After having two drinks, even if she was only 20-years-
old, no one asked for her ID, they took a table for
dinner, and Margaret was overly impressed with how she
was treated. That night after eating, they took a hotel
room, and they did so for the remainder of the summer.
The sex was not much as far as Margaret was concerned,
as she found the high profile man could never get much
of an erection, and he mostly liked to have her suck
him, or he ate her. Yet she would take him in her body,
and he would unleash his male juices into her warm sex.
Three weeks after starting back to school, Margaret
discovered her physical condition required an abortion.
She contacted the congressman, and he sent an aide over
with $2,000 to cover her expenses. The cost for the
procedure was only $600, and Margaret had thought, when
she took the money, she had became a prostitute.
Using the money left over from the abortion, Margaret
spent it wisely on her education. She thought about
meeting older, rich men for sex, but was too scared.
After graduating college, she was on a trip to Key West
along with some friends. They had been walking away
from a bar, when three men stopped and asked if they
would enjoy having a drink with them. Margaret was the
only one who said yes to the handsomest of the three.
He took her arm and escorted her into a nearby cocktail
lounge; while her friends and the other two men went
their separate ways. He became the next man too see her
nude.
The interior of the place was dark and tasteless. They
found a table in the back, and Margaret soon enjoyed
conversing with the man. To her surprise, she told him,
"You look like someone I know, but I can't place who
you are." They had a second drink and the man asked,
"What would it take to get you to my hotel room? Not to
insult you with the question, but, I'd like to make
love with you?"
"Why don't you tell me...? I think..."
"Would $1,000 be enough? No, make it what you want."
the man said in a halting voice.
Unable to determine, Margaret thought about her old
boss, and said, without any real meaning, "You're about
four of those short." If that answers your question."
"Wow that is steep..."
"Perhaps, but believe it or not... I'm still a virgin!"
"You kidding, aren't you? No, you're being honest. I
can see it in your face. Okay, but if your not; I don't
owe you even a dime. Deal?"
Knowing she was having her period and hell this guy
seemed so innocent, he won't know the difference. In
the hotel room and observing the man undress, Margaret
could not believe how the man seemed to be twice the
size of Dexter, and was slightly fearful in viewing the
large male organ.
Margaret was coy, and had the man turn the lights off
before she would take off her panties. Once they were
in the dark, Margaret pulled her tampon out, walked to
the bathroom, and flushed it down. She then swabbed
between her legs, to remove any evidence of her menses.
In the bed, Margaret did an Academy Award for her
performance as a virgin being deflowered. The man
believed her, and as he sunk into her depths, and she
cried out, "Oh my god, you're killing me, you're too
big! Stop for a minute."
He convinced Margaret to let him enjoy her two more
times, besides the first time, after supposedly taking
her cherry. She climaxed on both the second and third
times. When she got up from the bed, Margaret tuned on
the light, so the man could see the blood on him and
her, and all over the sheets. She had wiggled and
smeared blood and tried to get away from his "big
thing," which Margaret figured was no more than five
inches long.
Margaret took a shower, then, as the man did, she
searched in his pockets and found a gold business card
case. Opening it, discovered the man was someone she
did know, or at least from television. Hell, he's that
preacher from California, Rev. Fuchs-a-lot, hey!
Margaret undressed and stepped into the shower with the
good Reverend.
They dried off and she led him by his stumpy cock back
to the bed and had him back inside her in her in record
time. By the time the TV minister had gotten off,
Margaret had climaxed twice. She walked out of the
hotel room with the $5,000, plus his gold card case of
business cards. Her husband saw the case and cards one
day and asked how she happened to have them.
She just said, "I found them on the street and had kept
them as a memento of my trip to Key West."
*****
Now another man was viewing her nude body. The five-
foot, seven woman knew her 36-C breasts were still as
firm as a twenty-year-old's. She exercised every day,
which kept her excellent figure. The light curly pubes
over her firm, tight sex was a welcome sight to any
man. Having had sex only a few times during her forty-
five years, she still understood well as she watched
Peter undressing. She gazed looked at the tool between
his legs and thought, "My god, it has been nearly a
dozen years since I've had sex, and now I'm about to
get the biggest cock of my life. Oh hell, I'm glad it's
so huge."
"Peter, don't take me too quickly, I want to feel that
monster parting my sex, and slithering into my hole
like a huge python. But once you're all the way inside
me; take me deep and hard!"
They lay on the bed, then, with little foreplay,
Margaret felt the blunt head of the large cock poking
at her labia. Slowly Peter worked the thick and long
cock into the woman. He loved hearing her moan as he
entered her fully. Peter knew from conversation with
Margaret, that it had been several years since she had
been sexually active, and he wanted to give her one
great fuck.
"Um, ohhhh... yes, ohhhh, Peter you're the biggest man
I've ever...! Easy! Oh, my god! Augh!!! You're all the
way in. Stay still, for a moment. Not yet, Oh God
you're fucking me so hard!" Margaret wanted it hard,
but not as suddenly as she was receiving his monster.
Her legs were pulled back, and waving around in the
air. Still, she was being taken deep and hard.
"Damn, you're fucking tight. You're a wonder in bed.
Oh, Margaret, you're going to bring me down. SHIT!! I
can't hold back. You're so fucking tight I've got to
cum, now, Margaret, now!"
"Yessss, oh yessss... Peter fuck me... like... that...
fuck me... like that, oh hell... fuck me... Aughhhhh,
I'm coming...eeeyieee, now... Peter fuck me... fuck
me!"
Peter rode the sensual woman twice more, then it was
time to go home. Even he could not have fucked again,
she had drained his balls dry. After their first time,
Margaret had cried tears of joy.
But she later exclaimed, "I can't believe I just
committed adultery!."
"No, you had needs that had to be answered. I just
happened to have been a very lucky man, as I was the
one who felt such a powerful woman take me."
*****
Over the next month, Yancy posed for the painting
between her schedule of work and school. Finally, the
work was completed and Peter took the painting home
with him each night to do some minor work that did not
require her to be present. Unknown to Yancy, the
painting was done, but Peter hadn't told her as he
wanted to have it framed and then returned to her.
While finishing the painting, Peter and Yancy had
enjoyed sex after each posing session. Yancy had looked
forward to the lovemaking with him, and she would sob
out her releases with the powerfully built male. One
evening after having sex, Yancy said, "Peter, you make
me cum every time we have sex, or almost every time, is
that natural, as I love the feelings you give me."
"It depends on the woman... I guess." Peter had reached
out and pulled the young 18-year-old girl into his arms
and told her, "You're a great fuck, and your body is
perfect, especially your hips... I would love to..."
"What, you would love to what? Peter... tell me..."
"I can't say it to you. You would likely hate me if I
told you what I wanted, Yancy."
"No... nothing can ever be hidden between us, after
all, you are the first man and only one, to have me
like this," Yancy had said, knowing she couldn't allow
him to know she had enjoyed sex with her brother,
Martin.
"Yancy, I would love to... make... anal... love... with
you, or at least... try. If you... oh hell I shouldn't
have. I'm sorry for saying or asking, Yancy."
"Peter, tell me what to do... I understand what you
want... I just don't know what I... I should do. But,
yes, I will if you want that with me. Oh... my! I must
be... Do you love me a little, Peter?"
"Yes... yes, I guess I do love you, even if I'm older
then your father," Peter had replied. Then he showed
her what she needed to do so they could have anal sex.
Finding some Vaseline, Peter rubbed it over her
rosebud, and used his finger to work it inside her anal
ring. Smearing some of the smooth paste over his cock,
Peter moved behind the young girl, and soon had the
head of his cock inside her sphincter. Peter watched as
he penetrated the light pink muscle ring that made up
her anal opening, and to his surprise, did not her any
sound from Yancy.
Then she told him, "Peter, you're so large, go gently,
I feel like you're tearing me apart. Aughhhh! Oh, my
God... you going up into my butt. Peter, it hurts and
feels like it's burning, just do it and do it quick
before I change my mind!"
"Oh hell... it hurts, but feels good. Peter, hurry. I
can't stand it much longer... Aughhh... holy shit.
Peter, you're cumming in my butt... aren't you? Do it
hard and get it over with... Ayieeee... ohhhhh noooo,
no more!"
Peter emptied his cream up the girl's no longer virgin
ass, as she cried out, "No more." He made several hard
and long and deep plunges with his fully erect penis.
He knew he was larger than normal, so could feel her
tight sphincter squeezing his cock like a rubber band.
This girl had given him her virgin mouth, virgin pussy,
and now her virgin anus. He wanted her to never forget
his taking her anal cherry and so, he rode her had as
he shot off five loads of cum up into her bowels.
*****
Margaret would visit Peter at least once a week, and
each time she would return home with her cunt dripping
wet with Peter's male juices. Margaret had enjoyed anal
sex with her husband, but when Peter broached the
subject, she told him, "There is no way you pushing
that big log up my back door, it hurts enough in the
front door."
*****
One evening about a month after Peter had mounted the
3-foot high by 4-foot long painting on her living room
wall, directly across from her sofa bed, and Yancy was
laying on her open bed in a sheer lingerie. Upon
hearing the door bell, she walked over to look through
the security hole in the door and saw it was her
father.
She opened the door without any thought of putting on a
robe, even as her body was visible through sheer satin
and most lace nightwear. After closing the door, Yancy
hugged her father and said, "About time you came to
visit me, it has been almost two weeks, set down daddy,
want a coffee or coke, sorry, I don't have any beer."
"Coffee, would be fine. And... Yancy, you're something
else in that outfit. Guess I best leave... as it looks
like you're ready for bed, or have some special company
coming over." Robert, laughing and teasing, said to his
pretty daughter.
"Sorry, daddy, let me put the bed up so you can be
comfortable. Besides, I dressed like this when I found
out you were coming over tonight. Did I entice my
handsome man?"
They enjoyed coffee, then Yancy and Robert had somehow
ended up lying down on the bed. Her parents had never
been shy about being open in their affections around
their children, but had never crossed the line. Now
Robert was looking at his daughter's pouty, pink,
nipples point tenting the fabric of her nightie. He
could even see the darkness of her pubic hair, and, at
times the slit between her vulva.
Lying with her father gave Yancy a real turn-on. It had
been nearly a week since she and Peter had been
intimate. But, he had gone to a reunion of his old
military unit. How or why she took her father's hand
and placed in on her breast; she didn't know or even
understand until she heard her father say, "Honey, do
you realize you've moved my hand on your breasts. It's
nice, but I think I should stop. Don't you?"
"Oh... daddy... I didn't know I had done... Keep it
there, please... It's not wrong, is it..."
"Yancy, our being this close and your dressed like this
is the most taboo thing between a father and his
daughter that can happen."
Instead of his daughter pulling his hand away, she
squeezed it tightly against her breast.
It was only then that Robert saw the painting on the
wall. The image of her laying on the chaise lounge in
the bathroom against the mirrored wall was beautiful.
She was lying on her side, with her shoulders more or
less flat against the pillows. Her pointed breasts were
lifted upward, and the dark triangle of pubic hair was
a thick wedge shape across her lower body and between
her legs, as one was somewhat crossed over the other.
He could see the roundness of her buttocks, reflected
in the mirrored tile. They were like perfect, round
balls, tight and firm. The crease where they met her
legs, showed how attractive her ass was for any man to
see.
"Yancy, my god, the painting is beautiful. When did you
pose for that? You're beautiful! My god, I can't
believe how stunning you look, and are. I should
leave."
"No, do you like the painting? I had someone paint it
for me." Yancy told how she had seen the three elf
paintings in the bathroom, and had met the man who
painted them, as he lived behind her on the hill.
"Some man saw you nude??? Yancy, you..."
"Dear father, he is a perfect older gentleman, and
paints. He is good, isn't he? No, he never touched me
or tried to have sex me," Yancy lied.
Suddenly Yancy felt her father pressing his pelvic area
against her hips. She could feel his erection through
his slacks, as she squeezed his hand tighter to her
breast, and then moved it to the other one, but in
doing so, slipped it under the top of her nightie.
Yancy was totally aroused as she turned and faced her
father. As she did so, guided his other hand between
her legs, and whispered, "Daddy, touch me, be my
first." Once more Yancy was at the very end of her
cycle and she knew there would be enough blood to allow
her father to believe he was her first, the same as she
had done with Martin, her brother.
"Yancy, we... can't, it isn't... it isn't right..."
"Daddy, say nothing else... okay..."
Moving from the sofa bed, Yancy stood up and pulled the
sleeping garment over her head and tossed it onto the
chair across the room. "Daddy, undress. Even if we just
hold each other, I want to feel you, and know what a
man's thing is like. Please, no, daddy, don't leave."
Robert looked at his daughter, and knew he should
leave. But he was unable to stop undressing. Naked, he
moved to his daughter and they stood holding each other
tightly. His lips were soon nursing at his daughter's
peaked nipples, as he moved her onto the sofa bed, his
hands were stroking her stomach, thighs and then the
hair over her mons.
"Put your thing in the edge of mine... just in the
edge, Let me at least feel that much. Ohhhhh! Daddy, I
feel... Not so deep, Wait a little... just move it in
the edge like that. Daddy, it hurts. No, don't pull
away. I want you to..."
Yancy cried out in mock surrender of her virginity,
"Daddy!!!!!" Easy, oh daddy... not so deeppppp, You're
in me all the way. Noooo... What is going to happen? I
feel so funny... Aughhhh, yessss. Daddy, did you make
me do it. Ohhhh, yessss, that feels so good, daddy...
daddy... you got me off. Yessss, you're my first!!!"
After seeing the slight amount of blood on his
shrinking cock and the red color mixed in with his
semen as it ran out from his daughter's sex, Robert
cried out in frustration.
"Daddy, don't cry... I wanted it even more than you...
you were my first... I feel so good... did... did...
did you make me come... is that what I did... it felt
so good... did you squirt your stuff in me... did you
dear daddy?"
After a breather, daughter once more lead her father's
manhood to the edge of her sex. She asked him to be
gentle was once again ridden. She climaxed several
times before her father unloaded his male juices deep
up in her belly.
They were enjoying another cup of coffee when the phone
rang.
"Oh, hi, mom... yes, daddy is sitting her with me
drinking a cup of coffee, I might let him speak with
you, but I gave him heck for not having come over for
two weeks or more. When are you coming over? Okay, here
is daddy."
After speaking with his wife for a few minutes, he was
once more back between his daughter's thighs. As he
rode her succulent body, he recalled his wife's
question, "Did you get her cherry, and how many times?"
After he had taken Yancy the third time, he said he
needed to shower before going home to her mother, and
hoped she would never know what they had done tonight.
"Yancy, you don't hate me, do you?"
"Daddy, how could I hate you after what we shared.
You're really big aren't you?"
*****
Over the next couple of months, Yancy was with Peter
three or so times a week, her brother Martin, and her
father each had enjoyed her a couple of times. Finally
school was out once more, and Yancy was extremely happy
with her life, as all her sexual urges were being
satisfied. In fact, she even had allowed herself to be
taken by Dr. Fuller. But when he asked her to be with
him the second time, she explained she felt like she
was a bad person for "making him" cheat on his wife.
Dr. Fuller was satisfied with her response, but she did
promise that if she went to the medical seminar in late
August, she might not be as reluctant, as they would be
out of town.
One Friday afternoon Yancy's mother called her at work
and asked if she would like to have dinner with her
after she got off work. Yancy was happy to be invited
by her mother, and it was agreed that Mona would meet
her at her apartment around 7:00 that evening.
*****
Knowing each time her husband had been sexual with
their daughter; Mona decided to see if her daughter
would be receptive to having an evening with them at
the swingers club they belonged to. Mona wondered what
Yancy would say when she broached the subject. She
still hadn't decided whether to confront her with the
fact that she was aware she and her father had sex
together before asking about swinging, or wait and see
what she said about going to the club.
Over dinner, Mona informed Yancy that she was going to
have Peter Masters' paint her for an anniversary
present for her father. "Yancy, what was it like to be
nude in front of the man, especially as you were a
virgin then, did it bother you, did he touch you. Be
honest. I feel so strange knowing he will see me nude.
Your father wants my legs somewhat open, you
understand. In fact, I'm supposed to ask if you would
like to have a painting of the two of us done for
Robert."
Yancy was somewhat taken back by her mother's innocent
comment of "... as you were a virgin then.. Does mom
know I'm having sex, and even with daddy? Did he tell
mom... about?"
The conversation drifted away from sex, and Yancy's
virginity when Mona asked, "Yancy, your father and I
would like for you to accompany us to a private club we
belong to. Would you be interested in going with us
tomorrow night?"
"What kind of club is it mom?"
"A swingers club, you know where you change partners,
and have sexual relations with someone other than your
spouse. Am I shocking you, honey?"
"Mom, you and dad, you're swingers! How long have you
been doing this? Are you for real? You're asking me to
go??? I'd be watching my parents have sex. Mom, are you
serious?" Yancy asked as she sat in disbelief in
hearing her mother admit to having sex with someone
other than her husband... her father.
"We've been swingers since you were first born. Does
this shock you?"
"Mom, I know you're serious and I can see your not
uncomfortable in informing me. But, what about dad? He
might get really mad if he knew you asked me to..."
"Yancy, it was my idea your father take your virginity.
Yes, the two of us planned it. In fact we thought of it
when we first watched you swim nude with us. Remember
the times the three of us swam nude; from the time
between starting your senior year of school..."
"Mom, you knew dad and I had... that we,... he, and I
had... sex... and he was my first. Mom!!! I don't know
what to say!"
"Yes, your father and I hope... and Yancy,... I knew
each time the two of you had sex. Don't you recall? I
always called. And the first time when you two did it,
I called and he had done you twice and then once more
that evening. So, are you willing?"
"Mom, how many guys will I have to be with? Will dad be
one of them? I guess, mom, you let other men?"
"Yes, and the more I can the more I will. You can do it
with only those you want, but at first we will likely
go in the pitch black room."
"What is that...?"
"It's a room that you enter and there is no light,
none. As you enter through one door into a small
hallway, then through another door. It is completely
dark. You never know who it will be with. After an hour
or two in that room, we will go into the bar and
lounge."
"Do people know you, will they know who I am?"
"Yes, and you will know them and perhaps a couple of
your friends will be there. Tomorrow night brings a new
guest, or son, or daughter, night."
Smiling at her daughter, Mona loved the look of
wonderment that was on Yancy's face, and told her, "I
won't tell you who belongs, but if you go you must
never divulge who the members of the club are."
"Okay, but are there girls my age at the club?" Yancy
asked.
Then she told Yancy, "One thing you'll like is that if
you say 'no' it means 'no,' and no one will force you
to participate if you don't wish to do so."
*****
Saturday evening at 7:30, Yancy got into the car with
her parents, and she was nervous, and was surprised
when her mother had her sit with her father in the
front seat, while she sat in the back. She wore a pair
of white shorts with a checkered printed blue and white
button up blouse, and had not worn her bra, but had
worn a white thong panty. Her shoes were two-inch
mules.
Mona had dressed in a pair of yellow club shorts with a
flowered shell top and mules, also. During the drive,
Yancy could not help but gasp when her father asked,
"Do I get to be the first with you tonight, or are you
planning on just watching?"
"Mom, did you hear what your husband asked me? Maybe,
we should just go back to my place and both of us wear
him out. Daddy, you should be ashamed."
Reaching the building where the party was being held
was nearly an hour's drive, and Yancy had never seen
the building previously. The property was located in a
wooded area, and it was still light enough for her to
enjoy the drive from home to the club building. There
were several cars, pickup trucks, vans of all types and
even three RV units. Yancy did not count the vehicles,
but guessed that there were at least forty or fifty
vehicles in the lot, and was surprised when her father
said, "Guess there are still several more to show up
tonight."
"How, many couples or people will show up tonight, and
mom, where do we undress? I don't want people watching
me."
"There is a locker room, and will have two or three
people staffing the lockers. They will give you a
towel, and a lock, so you can leave your purse in the
locker." Mona looked at her daughter, and noted a small
quiver to the corner of her lip, and asked, "Did you
bring the small pouch with perfume, lipstick and
deodorant with you? Remember, you can shower whenever
you wish."
Entering the room, and not seen by Yancy, was Randy
Prather, and he could not believe his friends who he
had swung with for several years were arriving with
their daughter. Randy knew one thing and that was to be
sure he was the first with Yancy this evening, and he
knew how to ensure that he would be the first to unload
his cum into her body. Just inside the first set of
doors was a set back, and no one could see anyone
standing their as they entered the chamber leading to
the dark room.
It was the custom to always bring a new member to the
dark room first so they did not worry about who they
were with when first starting to swing. Watching his
friends and daughter go to the lockers, Randy got up
from the chair where he was seated and carried his
towel with him to the dark room entrance. Stepping
inside the room, he knew it would likely be another
five minutes before his chance to be with Yancy was to
happen.
Yancy was a little embarrassed as she undressed in
front of her parents, but then thought nothing more
about it as she watched her mother reach out and tug at
her husbands half hard manhood. "Like seeing your two
favorite women in the nude, do you Robert?"
Entering the dark room, Yancy said nothing as the door
closed, and she had entered last, and when she felt who
she thought was her father reach out and take her hand,
made no comment. Yancy had been told by her parents to
not call them her dad and mom, and if she didn't wish
to use her own name, she could make up a name for the
evening or simply not use one, but never give out your
name in the dark room.
Feeling the hand lead her through the second door and
finding herself being helped to lie down on the wall-
to-wall mattress in the dark room, Yancy could not help
but shudder hearing the sounds of passions, and she
wondered how many people were in the room, as it sound
like 30 or more.
Once she was on the mattress, Yancy found she was being
kissed and she knew it wasn't her father, as the man
who was kissing her had a mustache. Her hands were soon
holding onto the man's head as he was nursing at her
breasts, and his mouth was soon giving her oral
pleasures that caused her to cry out, "I'm going to
cum... ohhhhh, lick me like that... I'm cumming...
aughhhh!"
Within moments, the man was over her body and placing
the thick head of his cock to the entrance of her
pussy, and he moved it up and down for a few minutes,
and then he was entering her in a tremendous shove, and
it was nearly brutal. Yancy had never been entered so
suddenly and hard on the initial entry, and she cried
out, "My god... be easy... not so hard... oh hell your
killing me...umh... ohhhhh... you're thick."
As she shouted out her pleas to be taken, but not so
hard, Yancy felt the man jam his erection deep up into
her body and she knew that he was giving her his cum.
The man lay on her for sometime, then begin to make
movements to make him self hard once more. It was at
least 10-minutes before the man was again hard, and
started fucking the teenager once more. This time Yancy
was prepared and she hugged and pulled the man into her
body with her hands, arms, and legs. "I'm cumming with
you... give me your cum, yes, cum in me... now... oh
hell your deep," Yancy cried out.
Just before he pulled his shrinking cock from Yancy's
pussy, Randy whispered, "Thanks, Yancy, you're a great
fuck!"
No, Yancy thought, that can't have been Randy... no
way, yet for some reason his voice sounded like the man
who had assaulted her and tried to rape her twice.
Thinking it was only her imagination, Yancy was soon
being caressed by someone else, and at the same time a
mouth was nursing at her breasts. When a stranger's
hard erection was being pushed up into her body, a
mouth was sucking her breasts, and Yancy knew it was
the mouth of a woman.
Unknown to Randy, and more importantly to Yancy, the
first two loads of male semen with billions of sperm
were attacking into her uterus. One of Randy's
swimmers, searched out a suitable eggs, and united with
its nucleus. The fertilized egg would divide, and, in
nine months would produce identical twins for Yancy.
For another two hours, Yancy had sex with many
different men, and she did not know if one was her
father. Finally, she knew she needed a break and on her
own crawled over to where the small blue light
indicated where the door knobs were located, and she
left the black room, and then the entry and headed for
the shower. After showering she took a clean towel with
her and headed back to where the bar and cocktail
lounge was located.
Arriving at the bar, Yancy saw her parents and they
were seated with Randy Prather. "My god, it was
Randy... noooo... my first time to swing and it was
with the man who attempted to rape me... not once but
twice," Yancy said to her self.
"You must have been having a good time, as we have been
out of the black room for at least an hour," Mona said.
"So, what do you think," Yancy heard her father ask,
and then he smiled and asked if she would like to see
one of the private rooms?
Not knowing what they were, Yancy said yes, and as she
and her father were leaving, she listened as her dad
asked, "Want to come along Randy, may we can work up a
double?"
Yancy wanted to say no, but when she was led into one
of the private rooms, she saw it was decorated up like
an old time bedroom. Above the bed was an advertisement
print of an art show, and the figure was representing a
prostitute and the name of the artist was Zoë
something, which she couldn't make out.
Within moments the Yancy was being made love to by her
father, who suddenly moved from her body and told her,
"Sit down over Randy and take him, and then I will take
you from the back."
No sooner was she straddling the thick cock and Randy,
which she decided she might just as well enjoy after
all that, had happened, and then she felt her father
trying to enter her butt. It took several minutes, but
before long, she was being taken in both her pussy and
butt. Yancy was soon crying out her passion, and
begging the two men to fuck her.
"Yes, oh hell... Randy I want your cock... yes... daddy
take my ass... oh god I feel so full... I feel like I'm
being split in half... god... fuck me... oh fuck me...
deeper oh deeper in my ass... oh my god... I'm
cumming... now!"
After a few more minutes, Robert pulled his cock from
his daughter's ass and had her moved over and takes his
cock in her pussy, and then Randy was driving his thick
cock up into her bowels. For another ten- minutes,
Yancy cried out her feelings of being fucked in both
her ass and pussy and begged them to fuck her all
night.
Unknown to Yancy, Randy reached over and turned a
switch that changed the sign by the door from IN USE to
MALES WANTED. Before the night was over the several
males who had not came as a partner to a female, had
unleashed their loads of semen into Yancy's mouth pussy
and ass. No one kept an actual count, but Yancy had
known from her attempt in counting how many men had
used her, that it was at least 42. Counting the ones in
the dark room, Yancy knew that she had been fucked at
least 50 times.
Around 5:00 in the morning, Yancy fell asleep on the
bed, and she knew that a woman was going down on her,
and as she opened her eyes, she believed it was her
mother, but she was so tired her eyes did not focus
properly.
When Yancy finally woke up on Sunday, it was noon.
Looking in the mirror as she stood by the bed, Yancy
could see she was a mess. Her body was covered with
cum, and she knew she wanted a hot shower. Leaving the
room, she walked back down the hallway that had gotten
her to the room from the bar the previous night, and
soon was in the bar and lounge.
When she entered the room, the crowd all clapped their
hands, whistled and shouted out in greeting and asked
how many more she wanted after lunch? "If anyone tries
to fuck me, he better have a doctor handy, as I will
likely cut his dick off," Yancy laughed as she headed
to the showers, with her mother behind her.
"Did you enjoy yourself, honey, would you want to come
in her again with us, or you can join on your own,"
Norma asked?
After showering with her daughter and washing her body
for her, Norma and Yancy applied makeup, and headed
back to the lounge to enjoy dinner. Eating a large
steak with Texas fries, and corn on the cob, and
drinking two cups of tea, Yancy was finally relaxed.
When a tall and premature graying man walked over and
sat on the sofa with Yancy she was struck with him
immediately. Glancing downward, Yancy could see he was
large and even had a cock bigger than Peter. For
several minutes they spoke and how she came to be under
him on the sofa, Yancy wasn't certain, but within
moments she was pleading for the man to not take her...
not hard... god I'm so fucking sore... my pussy feels
raw... oh my god, you're huge... easy... oh shit... you
too fucking big... aughhh, easy, ohhhhh... fuck me...
yessss, Aughhhhh...I'm cumming!!!"
Yancy looked up once and found everyone was crowed
around where she was being taken on the sofa, and she
fell into the tempo of the fucking she was getting and
the mood of the crowd. Her cries of passion were loud
and she finally shouted out once again, and this time
over and over, "Fuck me, fuck me... my god... fuck me!"
Finally Yancy was once more seated on the sofa, and her
body felt like a sledge hammer had pounded her insides.
Then she smiled at the man as he handed her a cigarette
and his lighter, and looking at the engraving on the
lighter could not believe what she was reading.
"Your... god I love your music... and your instrument
now... are you really... for real you're..." Yancy lay
back on the sofa, and looking up at the handsome
singer, told him and everyone else could hear her,
"Fuck me... I want you to fuck me once more..., please.
"
Before leaving the club that evening, Yancy had taken
ten more men. As they were walking to the car, Yancy
asked her mother, "Mom, how many did you do... if you
want to tell me... I did at least 50 last night and a
dozen or so today?"
"You hold the record on the number of men or women you
took my little daughter, and from what your father and
I were told you actually had 72 in total." Smiling at
her daughter, Norma told her, "I had 11, and one of
them was you..."
*****
Three months later when it was discovered that Yancy
was pregnant, she was told she had twins inside her,
but her parents said if she wanted an abortion, it
would be alright.
Instead, Yancy asked Peter to take her out for dinner,
and as they ate, she informed him about being pregnant,
and the night that it likely happened that she became
with child. Yancy admitted to Peter that she had
returned to the club since the first time, and had done
so last weekend. Then Yancy asked, "Peter would you
marry me... I will promise to be faithful to you and
not return to the club..."
"Yes, I will marry you, but I think we should continue
with the club, and would you take me as your guest next
weekend?"
During the remainder of the meal, Peter spoke of how he
had made love to her mother while painting her, and he
smiled as he spoke, "Yancy, you and your mother feel
the same when I make love to either of you... that is
the truth. Yancy, your mother wants me to make love
and paint Betsy..."
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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