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Growing Up
by Bossman (address withheld)
edited by Ab-2009
***
I started to notice the change in my body as I got
older, and so did the boys. Then one of Dad's friends
came to stay with us and I watched as he and dad, to my
shock, played games with my mum. (MMF, mf-teens, 1st,
huml, voy)
***
You could say I was never going to be the pick of the
bunch out the other girls in my school. My ginger hair
and freckles put off many of the boys from dating with
me, my tits never grew much either, not like the other
girls. Mine were more like little tennis balls with big
pink nipples stuck on top.
It used to be more embarrassing in the showers after
gym practice. They would make fun of my ginger pubes
too, which did little to hide my red petal like labia
lips and my clitoris which protruded through its hood
like a cigarette nub.
I don't know why my parts were different from all the
other girls, the only thing I could put it down to was
Grandpa's continuously playing with me for three years
when I was younger.
One day out of the blue two of the most popular girls
in my class asked me if I wanted to go to the movies
with a crowd of them. I was gratified and eagerly
agreed. They set a time to meet for the following
Saturday afternoon. That weekend Mum made me put on a
pleated checkered skirt (which looked more like a
kitchen table cloth) and a silk blouse. I looked a
right geek, I looked frumpy and old-fashioned in it,
but what could I do?
I sat on the movie theater steps for ages waiting for
my new found friends to arrive. There were other older
pupils from my school sitting about too and when it got
dark, a couple of girls came over and asked me what I
was doing.
I told them I had been stood up by my so called
friends. There were six or seven of these older kids,
mostly girls with a couple of boys from school. They
said I could sit with them if I still wanted to see the
movie, so I went in with them.
In the foyer I got some popcorn and a milkshake. Bob a
senior, smiled at me as I passed him. I smiled back and
said hi. He asked if I wanted to sit with him while we
watched the movie, I said yes.
We sat at the back of the theater, while the others sat
a few rows in front us. We talked for a little while
before the movie started. He was really interesting,
and I enjoyed getting to know him. I felt really grown
up and kind of part of their gang.
As the lights went down and the movie started, Bob put
his arm around me. We settled down to watch the movie
with me leaning slightly against Bob. He never moved
his arm from around my shoulder. I must admit it
distracted me from the movie. I kept sneaking little
glances up at him.
The film hadn't been on more than ten minutes or so
when I almost jumped out of my seat; I felt Bob's hand
drop down to my breast and he started stroking my tits
threw my blouse. Then he leaned in and kissed me. Dear
God did he kiss me! His tongue traced my lips and then
teased the corners. When my lips opened to a short
gasp, he took advantage and slid his tongue inside my
mouth.
While he was kissing me, I felt him undo the top two
buttons of my blouse his hand snaking in under my
blouse and beginning to fondle my tits over my bra.
When I showed no sign of resistance he took the hint
right away. Bob broke off the kiss and opening some
more buttons. Soon he had the blouse open and was
feeling my tits through the bra.
I giggled and told him it felt nice. Encouraged, he
reclined back pulling me over to him and instantly was
kissing even more passionately. His hand was groping
around my back and sides. He found the clasp and undid
my bra, exposing my tits. His breathing became faster.
He fondled my little naked boobs and tweaked my nipples
while frenching my mouth.
I was so turned on that I put my hand down to his
crotch and massaged his cock. I had no trouble finding
it, it was big and hard. I stroked it gently through
his jeans and kept playing with it while he kissed my
neck, and worked his way down to my tits, where he
licked circles around the nipples.
God, I was getting hot!
Then, suddenly, he pounced on a nipple with his lips
and sucked it. The sensation seemed to shoot right
through me to my pussy. I squeezed his cock and he
moaned. I had become oblivious to the other people in
the theater. I wanted his cock in my hand. I found his
zipper and pulled. It wouldn't budge at first, I had to
use the other hand to hold it. I pulled his fly open,
and reached into his boxers.
As my fingers circled his shaft, he sucked in his
breath and moaned, and nibbled my nipple urgently. I
brought his cock out and stroked it gently in my hand,
it was all slick and sticky and hot.
"Oh, God, Susan," he moaned. Moving his mouth to my
other nipple, he took his hand and started rubbing my
mound through my skirt, but after a few rubs, he pulled
my skirt up and was rubbing my panties. I made a ring
out of my thumb and forefinger, circled the head of his
cock, and rubbed the ring up and down just under the
head.
"Ohh, yesss!'" he hissed, his hand slipped in through
the leg of my panties and started rubbing my clit. It
felt so wonderful, I forgot about his cock and just
held it and squeezed. He kept working my clit very
gently.
"Oh, Bob, oh, OH! Noooooooo! I'm coming!!" I had to
bite on my lip to stop crying out loudly.
I came all in a rush, a really good one. My thighs
clamped on his hand. He kept flipping my clit gently, I
kept coming. It lasted a long time, but finally it was
over, and I stopped shaking, but my insides were still
twitching. Bob kissed me gently, smiled and pulled my
skirt back down.
"Whew," he said. "A good one, hunh?"
I still was holding his cock, stiff as ever, so I
started jacking it, slowly. "Your turn," I said.
He lay back and moaned. I sat up a little to get a good
look at his cock. It was nice! At least six inches
long. I started jack him off faster, all the while he
was letting out short gasps. Then suddenly Bob's body
tensed. I felt his cock start to pulse, I clamped my
fingers around his shaft and stroked up and down
faster. He moaned and lifted his butt off the seat as
his cock started spurting.
He shot and shot, at least six times. Several blasts of
his sperm landed all over my blouse sleeve and my
wrist. I slowed down my movements and then stopped them
entirely as the last of his cum oozed out the tip of
his penis. "Oh, god, Susan... oh, that was wonderful!"
I let go of his shrinking cock wiping his sperm off my
hand on the empty seat next to me. He zipped up his
fly, and I fastened my bra and buttoned up my blouse.
He stroked my face and hair with his hand and looked
into my eyes. I put my arms around his neck and gave
him a quick kiss.
"It's getting late," he whispered. "I wouldn't want
your parents to get angry."
"Can I see you again?" I asked him.
"Yes maybe," he said, then he got up and left the
theater.
I got up and went to the toilets to clean myself up. I
got some tissue and tried to wiped off the sperm from
my blouse, when I heard people come through the door. I
quickly jumped into a cubical.
It was the gang of girls that Bob had been with. I
listened to what they were talking about. You can't
imagine my horror when I realized it was me they were
talking about. Saying things like I was Bob's slut, and
calling me a whore. I waited for them to leave, then
made my way home, totally humliated.
I replayed the incident over and over in my head that
night. I realized that Bob had taken advantage of me
and saw me as a sexual plaything and nothing else.
**
On Monday at school, no-one was trying to hide their
sniggers. It was obvious they all knew what had
happened. I remained silent, in despair. All I could
see were girls and boys smirking at me and giggling at
me. This went on for weeks.
Several boys, started to badger me for dates and the
like, but I had no interest in any of that. I could not
face the prospect of someone trying to take advantage
of me again and telling everyone at school. Thank god
the summer break started then, so I could get away from
all the pressures for a couple of months.
**
Weeks later it was Mum and Dad's wedding anniversary.
They went out for a meal with friends. About 11pm they
came home a bit worse for drink. I heard a lot of noise
and talking going on so I got out of bed and went
downstairs to see what was up.
Mum was in the kitchen, while Dad was in the lounge on
the sofa laughing and talking to his best friend Joe,
whom he had known since their collage days. I had
always considered Joe like an uncle but we aren't
related. He was divorced and living in a bedsit the
other side of town.
Mum came in and said, "Sorry we woke you dear," and
gave me a kiss. I went to give Dad a kiss goodnight
when Joe kind of mumbled, "Where's mine then, little
Sue?"
I really hated it when he called me that, but I went to
him and gave him a hug and a kiss on his cheek and then
went back to bed.
**
At breakfast the next morning, Dad gave a little speech
about how things at work weren't going to well and said
Joe was going to move in with us for a while, not only
to help him get out of his dingy bedsit but his rent
would go a long way in helping us out financially.
My bedroom is at the back of the house. Next to mine is
the spare bedroom, where Uncle Joe would sleep.
One morning I had my shower, listening to the radio
back in my bedroom I finished drying myself off,
dressed and started about my normal duties helping Mum
tidying up around the house. Lounge, kitchen and
bedrooms. It was my turn to do the upstairs.
I did Mum's room, my own and the bathroom. Next was
Uncle Joe's room. Upon opening the door I got the shock
of my life. Uncle Joe was still in bed, not asleep, I
heard a quick rustling of a magazine as I opened the
door. I had a rush of adrenalin, as I realized he had
been masturbating! I got very, very embarrassed,
blushing blood red in the process. I stood there for a
split second, motionless, I couldn't help but look at
his big stiff cock.
He saw me looking him and smiled at me, like he wanted
me to come in. I just turned around and left, shutting
the door behind me. After that, anytime I looked at
Uncle Joe, he would smile and wink at me, and my face
would go as red as a beetroot every time.
I went out to ride my bike. I was out a while, but got
bored because I had no one to play with and I wanted to
see Mum before she left for work, so I returned home. I
was dying for a pee so I let myself in the back door
and went upstairs to the loo.
I left the bathroom and went into the hall at the top
of the stairs. The house was completely quiet and as I
started down the stairs I heard this muffled moan and
grunting that seemed to come from Mum and Dad's room at
the end of the hall. I remember thinking to myself,
"That's strange. I wonder going on down there?"
I went to investigate and noticed that the door to the
bedroom was almost closed but not shut tight. I've
heard Mum and Dad making love before, but this sounded
more like she was being throttled.
I reached for the door knob and pushed the door open a
bit. I couldn't see the bed through the partially open
door because it was behind the door. I could see the
bed in the reflection of the large mirror over the
dresser that was against the wall on the right side of
the bed. What I saw caused me to freeze dead in my
tracks.
Mum was completely naked and some man was fucking her
from behind her. But it wasn't just some man, it was
Uncle Joe! With his hard cock stuffed up her. And Dad
was kneeling in front of her. I could only assume she
was sucking him, while Uncle Joe did her from behind.
Mum was moaning and kind of choking at the same time.
I was stunned by what I was witnessing and my eyes were
frozen on that mirror and I was mesmerized by the sight
of my Mum getting screwed by Uncle Joe while she sucked
on Dad's cock. My head was full of a jumble of
confusing thoughts. I couldn't believe Mum and Dad were
letting this happen.
I stood there transfixed watching and listening to them
grunting and moaning. Dad's face went all red, his eyes
shut tight. He let out a big sigh, and I saw an arc of
sperm fly up landing in Mum's hair and back. Mum turn
her head around, hissing at Joe, "Hurry up and shoot
Joe before Susan comes home!"
I watched his butt, looking at the way the muscles
tightened and relaxed as he repeatedly thrust and
withdrew, thrust and withdrew. Uncle Joe was doing it
faster now. His buttocks were clenching and relaxing at
a much faster rate. I could hear Mum sort of moaning
and groaning in time with Uncle Joe's thrusts. It
sounded like she really enjoying what she was getting.
Uncle Joe had hold of Mum's hips, pulling and pushing.
Suddenly Mum began to kind of moan and cry, really
loud. I could only guess that she was having an orgasm.
Then Uncle Joe shoved forward hard and held tight up
against her. His buttocks were clenched tightly, I
could hear him gasping and groaning, shooting his stuff
up inside of her.
I made a quick exit, quietly downstairs. I couldn't
believe how exciting it was to watch Mum, Dad and Uncle
Joe doing it like that. It even made my panties wet,
well saturated really, with juices that had leaked from
my pussy.
I went back through the house and out the back door and
around to the front and rang the door bell. It took and
age for some one to answer. It was Uncle Joe, looking
all hot and flush. Mum wash in the shower, I bet she
needed one. I waited for her to finish and went and
chatted to her while she got ready for work.
When Mum left for work, I jumped in the shower. I put
my pants and long nightdress on. Dad and Uncle Joe
where in the kitchen making dinner. I was about halfway
down the stairs.
"You fucked her good and proper, Joe. I'm surprised the
whole street never heard her squeals." I overheard Dad
saying to Uncle Joe.
I just didn't understand why after fifteen years of
being married, Dad was letting Uncle Joe do it to my
Mum. Anyway I went and sat at the table waiting for
dinner.
After that day I regularly heard Mum Dad and Uncle Joe
making out together.
END
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