really stiff cock.
"Get fucked tonight. Her Father was going to let her. He
didn't want her to get hurt." The man's words went round and
round in her head. Her Father loved her! And she loved him too,
she realized.
"Daddy, don't you want to. . ." She pointed down at his
erect member, now dripping pre-cum on the carpet. "Put it inside
me?" She finished.
"That's for your 'boyfriend'." Her father explained.
"Still, your mother says you and your brother. . ." He looked at
his little girl speculatively.
Cindy nodded.
Accepting his little girl's acquiescence, George took his
engorged cock and put the drooling tip right up against the en-
trance to his daughter's open vagina. Drops of pre-cum lubricat-
ed the head of his engorged weapon as he swabbed it up and down
in the sensuous little girl's almost hairless slit. Each time
his penis reached the entrance to the child's spasming little
hole, he would push the tip of his cock in, and let a bubble of
slippery fluid be injected into the receptive belly of the nubile
young girl.
"George! You're going to get that little girl pregnant."
His wife admonished him.
"It's OK, Daddy." Cindy reassured him.
Ok for what? For him to cum in her, or for him to get her
pregnant? George decided that whichever it was, the chance was
worth it. "Here it comes, honey." He exclaimed as he pushed the
head of his turgid penis into the tight ring at the entrance to
his sexy young daughter's tight little vagina. There was a
slight popping sensation, then he felt the muscles of his pubes-
cent child's vagina clasping and squeezing the head of his cock.
The sensations were exquisite. His penis, looking like a hose
connecting 2 fireplugs, spasmed and sent a thick sticky glob of
sperm into his diminutive offspring's clutching young belly.
Cindy loved it. After her previous orgasm, to have her own
handsome father squirting his warm sticky semen inside her hungry
vagina, soothed the aching in her tummy she had felt all day.
The tiny risk of pregnancy just added to the thrill. "C'mon
Daddy, Squirt some more. Let me feel your cum." She requested.
The clasping of the juvenile vagina around the tip of her
parent's penis was the last straw for George. His distended cock
inflated tremendously, and began sending torrents of slick greasy
sperm into the swelling belly of his surprised little girl.
Squirt after squirt. Cindy was amazed at how much cum her father
had for her. She felt her tiny little tunnel being stretched by
the pressure of her father's squirting sperm, and still the man
kept spasming, as his balls emptied themselves into the squeezing
little belly of his sexy young daughter. Cindy wrapped her hot
little fingers around her father's cock. Now the young girl
could feel each separate bulge of her own father's potent sperm,
as it worked its way up the tube on the bottom of his penis, and
then expanded the head, before being injected into her distended
little belly.
"Cum in me Daddy. Squirt your hot sticky Daddy-cum in
Cindy's little belly." Arlene climaxed as she heard the obscene
words come from her daughters lips, while she watched her husband
frantically trying to inseminate their little girl.
"Mmmmm Daddy. I like that." Cindy said as she felt her
father working about an inch of his cock in and out of her tiny
little slit, trying to milk the last greasy curds of hazardous
baby-making sperm up into his own diminutive young daughter's
virginal 11-year-old belly. Cindy reached down and grasped the
base of her father's virile penis, and then with a sensuous
milking motion, proceeded to strip the last lingering globs of
incestuous sperm up through the tube on the bottom and into her
eagerly accepting vagina. The sensations, as each last greasy
curd expanded the head of the man's penis, and then exited into
the welcoming young belly of his not-even-12 year old daughter,
were incredible.
"It must be something about breeding your own kid." George
thought, then had a touch of horror, as he realized he might have
done just that. Still, knowing that his daughter had taken his
sperm willingly, and wouldn't be upset, if he did get her
pregnant, made George love the little girl more than he would
previously have conceived. He thought he had loved his little
girl before, but now he knew that it had been just a shadow of
what was possible.
As the last greasy dollop of semen squirted from the head of
his penis, into the clasping young vagina of his own sexy little
daughter, George Macon's cock began to shrink. The head of his
swollen cock was still trapped in his daughter's tight little
vagina, the muscles at the entrance wouldn't let it go. The
contractions of his own child's pussy, squeezing the head of his
penis felt so good, he didn't want to withdraw. Still, all good
things must end. "I'm going to pull out now." He warned.
"George, Wait!" The frantic cry from his wife stopped the
exit of the father's cock from his offspring's belly, and he
paused while Cindy continued to milk the tip of his now dimin-
ished penis with her squeezing vagina. Shortly, Arlene returned
from the hall with a large towel, which she placed underneath the
incestuously coupled duo.
"There! Now you won't get it all over the bed and carpet."
She said, as she watched the father and daughter uncouple.
As George's penis left his daughters' vagina, it was like
pulling a plug. A gush of white sticky sperm came flooding out
and soaking into the towel. Cindy's belly felt empty. She had
loved the warm feeling of her father's slippery sperm filling her
vagina, and now it was all running out.
"Oh Daddy, I wish I could keep it all inside." She moaned
as the torrent subsided, and now all she felt was a slight trick-
le of her father's sticky cum soaking into her immature young
womb.
Arlene Macon clucked, as she helped clean up the ravished
vagina of her young daughter. "All I can say, is you took quite
a chance young lady, especially with that man of yours, coming
over for dinner. Who's baby are you going to have anyway?"
Cindy blushed beet red. "Nobody's. At least not right now.
I'm pretty safe."
"Uh Huh. Cindy, do you know what the medical term is for
girls like you, who rely on the rhythm method?" Arlene asked her
daughter.
"No, What."
"Mothers."
"Oh. Oh! I see what you mean. Does that mean I can't have
Mr. Stockdale 'do it' in me? I wanted to feel his cum inside me,
the first time."
Arlene looked seriously at her young daughter and replied.
"Do what you must. I just want you to be aware of what might
happen."
"Oh, I am Mommy, I am." Cindy shivered at the thought. She
might already be pregnant. And by her own Father! Then she
shivered at an even more deliciously scary thought. Tonight, she
was going to try again. All night long. And with Mr. Stockdale!
"God, I hope I don't get pregnant." She shivered. The
thought of having a baby was scary, but a little exciting too.
"You'll be pretty safe." Her mother reassured her. "At
least for about a week. Then you'd better cool it." Arlene's
advice, though somewhat at odds with her earlier statement, made
sense to Cindy.
"Ok Mom." She said as she got up to take a shower. Cindy
left the room stretching her naked body to work out the kinks,
never noticing the large glob of sperm that dribbled out of her
puffy slit, and ran obscenely down her leg. She felt so good!
She didn't realize the perfect spectacle she made of herself as a
freshly fucked young girl, but her parents did.
"Wow, did you see that!" Arlene called her husband's atten-
tion, but he had already noticed, and his cock started to rise
again, even after all the abuse it had received.
Arlene decided that she had better make use of it before it
vanished, and before she was all the way to the bathroom, Cindy
heard the now familiar squeaking of the bed, along with loving
murmurs of: "Child-raping, daughter-fucker.", "Horny slut.",
"Incestuous pedofile", "Child-procuring Madam". . . The murmurs
died down, as the action got faster. There was a peak of activi-
ty, just before Cindy turned on the shower, and she heard the
final murmurs. These were almost inaudible, but she had heard
them so many times before, she could recognize them from the
tone, if not the content: "I love you, Honey." "I love you too,
Dear."
Cindy finished her shower and prepared for her 'date'. She
wondered how Mr. Stockdale was going to respond.
CHAPTER 5
Cindy and the hot-tub
"Mommy, I don't know what to dooo!" The little-girl wail
was at complete odds with the spectacle of the half-naked woman-
child figure, with a towel wrapped around its waist that filled
the doorway.
"I can't just come out and ask him. What if he says no?"
The child's torment was obvious.
"I thought you said he wants to." The older woman replied.
"I can tell he wants to. He can still say no. He might be
afraid." The cause of her child's distress was now obvious.
"Come here dear. I've got an Idea." Arlene held out her
arms to the distressed child. "Now listen. He can't say no, if
he never get's asked. Now here's what we're going to do." She
started to whisper into the little girls ear as Cindy had plopped
down naked in her mother's lap, dropping the towel as her head
started bobbing up and down. Pretty soon, giggles started to
shake the girl, while her swelling little breasts bobbed up and
down deliciously.
"Aren't you going to tell us too?" Asked Billy Macon enjoy-
ing the spectacle of his naked little sister's bobbing breasts.
His Father had already explained to him about his sister's
'date', and he couldn't wait to see how she brought it off. The
three of them had been sitting around the kitchen table discuss-
ing the upcoming evening when Cindy's spectacular entrance had
stopped them.
"No, You men, will just have to watch and see." Arlene was
adamant. "Your reactions will be more genuine that way." "Just
remember to act as if this was all perfectly natural, and it
happens every day." "And stop ogling your sister's boobs!" "It
isn't as if you never saw them before." She finished in mock
disgust.
At this, Cindy brazenly stuck out her aroused semi-developed
breasts at her brother, and wiggled them provocatively. The
older boy got up, calmly walked over to the naked little girl,
and gave each jiggling mound a long sucking kiss. Then said with
a smirk, as he left the room just ahead of his mother's swat.
"They're nice boobs sis." His voice blended into the slam of the
screen door. "But I've seen better."
"He has too." The exasperated, but loving voice of his
mother continued. "That Marylin!"
Both of the other two remaining occupants of the room start-
ed snickering. Marylin and her boobs. It was funny, yet almost
tragic, the way Billy's 16-year old girl-friend was mainly no-
ticed for her breasts. Most men never even saw her pretty face,
or her petite little body. The teenager's breasts stuck out like
cannons in front of her. Only 16, and she already wore a 44D
bra. Even Dolly Parton didn't look so top-heavy. Of course, it
didn't help, that the sexually obsessed teenybopper wore tight
sweaters, or tiny bikini-tops to emphasize her overdevelopment.
The sex-bomb had gone through a string of boyfriends, and
even older men with an abandon that had rocked the neighborhood
for a year. Once, there had even been rumors of a charge of
statutory-rape against one of the married men down the street.
It wasn't until the nymphette had settled on Billy as her semi-
permanent stud-in-waiting, that the hoorah started to die down.
It seemed that his nonchalance, and willingness to put up with
her promiscuous ways kept her coming back, as she had never done
for any of the other boys. Billy knew that one man would never
be enough for the sex-obsessed teenager, and was happy that she
preferred him as her primary source of satisfaction. He could
feel the love developing between the two of them, and knew if he
just bided his time, she would probably say "Yes" when he asked
her to marry him. In the mean time: "Since he was already get-
ting the milk free, why buy the cow?" It was a standard family
joke made even more funny by Marylin's oversized mammarys.
Tonight, Marylin would be joining them for dinner, but the
two would stay at her parent's house that night. Sometimes they
slept in Billy's room, and sometimes at her place. Her parents
had long-ago given up on controlling their child's sexual excess-
es, and were relatively relieved to see her confining most of her
sexual activity to just one partner. Billy was almost as welcome
at her house, as at his own, because they saw in him a possible
permanent solution.
At the moment, Billy was on his way to pick up Marylin for
dinner at his house, then back to hers, for a night of sleeping
together. If they actually got any sleep that is. The boy had
left early, because Marylin had promised him a 'quickie' if he
hurried.
Arlene sighed to herself. Her "little" boy, was almost as
oversexed as the blond bombshell he was screwing. Look what he
had done with his innocent little sister. She started giggling
at the new train of thought, as she considered what the "inno-
cent" little girl was planning. Well, maybe not so innocent.
John Stockdale was sweating as he reached out to push the
button beside the door. He glanced at his watch. Precisely 2
minutes to 6. The man considered waiting another minute or two
to be exactly on time. He hated it when guests showed up early
at his house. Finally, he decided that by the time the doorbell
was answered, and introductions had been made, the point would be
moot. "BING! bong." Went the bell, and the door jumped open
startling him. Cindy had been following her mother's instruc-
tions, and was soaking in the hot-tub ready to jump out when the
family had announced the arrival of his car. She had jumped out
of the tub, and had been waiting, dripping, on the hallway floor,
for him to press the button. It had seemed like an incredibly
long 2 minutes.
The handsome man was almost floored by the vision that
appeared in the doorway. The girl, ("No, make that woman." He
thought.) framed in the light of the lowering sun was almost
naked. She had obviously just gotten out of some kind of pool,
because her hair was soaked, and dangling in strings, and she
wore a tiny bikini that didn't hide a single one of her charms.
The two tiny, almost transparent, triangles that covered her
budding breasts were plastered down, and John could see each
erect nipple through the gauzy wet cloth. The third triangle
vanished into the crack of her pouting vagina, actually inside
the lips, instead of covering them. (Her mother had worked hard,
to get just the right effect.) The result was overpowering. She
would have been a lot less desirable looking if she had been
merely naked.
"Oh Mr. Stockdale!" Cindy exclaimed. The nubile young girl
jumped at him with childish glee, and wrapping her wet arms
around his neck, and gave him an open mouthed kiss that made the
one he had gotten the other day seem like one from a maiden aunt.
She pushed her lively little tongue between his teeth, and almost
down his throat, then wiggled her wet squirmy body so close that
he felt she had been plastered to his front. He had to put his
arms around the squirming child to keep his balance. The man's
arms automatically wrapped themselves around the excited little
girl, and he couldn't help but be turned on by the feeling of her
wet naked skin. It had been a long time, since he had a naked
woman in his arms, and never one so young and eager. Being
handsome had it's advantages, but never had a woman (Child, he
corrected himself as he remembered her age.) come onto him like
this.
All of a sudden, her age, the reason he been called over,
and the situation as it must look to her family caused him to
break out in a cold sweat. He was dead! His school-teaching
career was finished. They'd probably lock him up and throw away
the key until he was so old he wouldn't know what to do with a
woman, let alone be able to fuck one.
Cindy felt the man go stiff with shock in her arms. "Now
what's wrong?" She thought. "What's wrong?" She put the
thought into words.
"Your parents!" the desperate man gasped.
John managed to hold onto a ray of hope. Maybe nobody had
noticed. The faint glimmer died when he saw an older woman at
the head of the stairs. She had obviously been watching the
reaction her offspring's attire and activity had been causing.
Catching the man's eye, she smiled, and John almost fainted with
relief. Her mother wasn't angry! In fact, she seemed almost
pleased as she ushered her guest into the living room with a
volley of words:
"Well why don't you invite the poor man in Cindy?"
"Shame on you. Don't you have any manners?"
"You must be John Stockdale. I see you and Cindy know each
other" This last with a sparkle in her eyes and voice that left
the man wondering. Didn't she mind?
The woman was still fairly good looking for her forty years.
Time seemed to have gone easy on the fair skin and sensuous body.
The woman's continuous friendly chatter gathered up her errant
child and soon-to-be lover and deposited the two of them, alone,
in the little girl's bedroom, without John Stockdale ever being
able to figure out later, how it was done.
"Now you two sit right down here, and discuss your problem,
while I finish fixing dinner" The woman exited through the door,
and he heard the latch click. The silence was deafening.
"Our problem?" He finally managed to inquire.
"Well, My problem actually." The girl looked up at him hope-
fully.
"Uh?" He encouraged.
"I'm a virgin."
"So?" John Stockdale was not one to be pushed.
"So, I want you help me not-be one."
The older man felt his ears turning red. Alone in a room
with a nubile young girl who wanted him to take her virginity was
every man's wet-dream, but this was unheard of! He temporized.
"You What?" He exclaimed.
"I want you to make love to me. Take my virginity. Pop my
cherry. Bust my hymen. Tap my. . ." She seemed about to con-
tinue, when he interrupted:
"Ok. I get the message." He paused. "Your parents would
kill me."
"Mr. Stockdale." He got the feeling he was an idiot child
being addressed by an adult.
"Yes." If he was going to be addressed as a child, he would
answer as one.
"Who's bedroom are we in?"
"Yours."
"You're a man, I'm a woman, well girl." She amended.
He looked at her and had to agree again. Very definitely
female.
"I'm almost naked right?"
John had to agree. Almost was right!
"Who brought us here?"
"Your mother." The light was beginning to dawn.
"Did you hear the door lock when Mommy left?"
He had, and he could now see where this conversation was
heading.
"You may not have noticed, but we passed Daddy in the hall.
Did you see him?"
He shook his head.
"Well he was there, and he saw US." she emphasized. "Now,
for the sixty four thousand dollar question." She paused.
"What?" He couldn't help himself. He had to find out what
she was getting at.
"How many Chaperones, do you see in this in this room?"
"You don't mean?" It was too much, he choked.
"Mommy and Daddy know I chose you. They want my first time
to be nice, Not some hurried "wham, bam, thank-you-mam" in the
back seat of a jalopy. They like you. More important, they
trust you. Do you know what I mean?"
He did, but another thought occurred. This had happened
before.
"Cindy, you don't expect me to marry you do you?" He had to
ask. Other women had tried the same trap, and her age didn't
mean she was safe.
Cindy gave him a smile that warmed the whole room like the
sun coming out.
"John. Do you mind if I call you John, now that I'm no
longer in your class?"
"Please do."
"John." She savored the word. "If, when I get older, you
decided you wanted me to spend the rest of my life with you, and
asked me to, I might say yes. Right now, I'm just a horny young
virgin, who wants to get laid, and you're the man I picked for
the job. No more, No less."
"That's quite an honor in itself." He replied shook by the
child's wisdom.
"Then you will?" Cindy held her breath.
"I'll do my best."
At these quiet words, Cindy exploded with glee. Wrapping
her nearly naked body around the man, she began covering him with
kisses and hugs so that he felt nearly smothered. Responding
freely this time, he ran his big hands all over her squirming
little body. Feeling her nubile young tits, and running his hand
down her flat little belly and slipping his finger into the crack
between her legs. The feel of her soft naked skin was enough to
drive a man wild.
The man was about to pull off the girl's bikini, when there
was an interruption.
"Supper's ready, you two in there." The gruff voice ob-
viously belonged to the girl's father.
"Just a minute Daddy!" The child's voice was two octaves
higher.
"This'll have to do for now." Cindy said as she snuggled
her near naked body up to his and gave him a last tongue-sucking
kiss that made his hair stand on end.
"Wow! When she gets a little older!" He thought, then
gathered his mysteriously unbuttoned pants back together as they
made themselves presentable for dinner. He watched as Cindy
slipped into a baby-doll nightie that, if anything, made her look
sexier than just the bikini alone.
Noticing his glance, she reassured him. "Don't worry. It's
just Family."
"Some family." Was his thought as the barely dressed little
girl led him out the door, and into the kitchen where dinner was
just getting underway.
That evening, John knew he would remember every minute of,
until the day he died. He would probably dream of it when he was
lying in his coffin. The thing that impressed him most, was the
very ordinariness. The way everybody acted as if there was
absolutely nothing unusual going on.
The first thing he noticed, was all the reassuring smiles
everybody gave him, as the welcome chatter of the effusive woman
led him over to the crowded table and ushered him into a chair
where Cindy was squeezed in alongside. Everyone seemed genuinely
glad to see him, and he couldn't detect a trace of phoniness in
their cordial greetings.
"Hi Mr. Stockdale" This was from a 16 year old boy (young
man, he corrected himself) John recognized from his class of 5
years ago. Now he placed the boy (man) as Cindy's older brother.
The teenager grinned at him, then gave an even bigger approving
smile at his Cindy. Cindy smiled back as she snuggled closer.
A second "Hello Mr. Stockdale" directed his attention to the
woman who was sitting next to his former student. What a woman!
If Cindy was dressed to arouse, this woman was a walking invita-
tion to rape. The first thing you noticed (couldn't help but
notice) was her enormously overdeveloped breasts. These topped a
petite little body that seem to exude sex. The hips were wiggled
at him with a sensuous promise that implied "anything you see,
that you like, you can have." He rethought his earlier estimate.
It would be impossible to rape someone who was that obviously
willing. This incredible body was encased in a miniskirt that
seemed to have been painted on. The skirt was so short, John
realized he would be able to see the indentation of the woman's
slit in her panties, even when she stood up. As for when she sat
down. . . John felt himself get hot under the collar. The dress
must have been cut to exact fit, because her enormous breasts
stretched the fabric without a wrinkle. He realized he could
make out the bumps of nipples through the fabric. She obviously
wasn't wearing a bra, even with that exaggerated bosom.
John was finally able to force his popping eyeballs above
the woman's neckline, and received a shock. This wasn't a woman.
It was just a girl! He recognized the attractive face of the
teenager from the same class as Billy Macon, and wondered what
she was doing there.
"Don't mind Marylin." Came the admonition from his table
partner. "She fucks everybody. . . Can't help it. If you ever
need a piece, just call Marylin." This astonishing morsel of
advice from the girl who so obviously had a crush on him just
about floored John. He looked over at the girls face above the
twin cannons that were now directed at him. The huge mammarys of
the girl swayed as she made a "mew" of her face at Cindy, then
nodded to confirm the younger girls statement.
John's embarrassment was cut short by two squeaky "Hi Mr.
Stockdale."'s from his left. It was obvious that the two child-
ren sitting next to him, were not only brother and sister, but
miniature versions of Billy and Cindy. He suddenly realized, he
was looking at 2 of his prospective students for the next 2
years. As he gravely said hello, the 10 and 9-year-old young-
sters lapsed into embarrassed silence. After all, what do you
say to the teacher who's class everybody seemed to dread, but who
turned a smile like that on you?
The schoolteacher ("Turned child-rapist." He thought to
himself.) next turned to meet the person he had been dreading.
The girl's father.
George Macon knew what was going on in the man's mind by the
trapped-bird look the nervous pedagogue threw his way. "The
man's trying desperately to smile." Was his thought, and knew if
he didn't put the man at his ease, his daughter's night would be
ruined, and it would be his fault. "Well," He thought as he
approached the other man with a welcome smile, and a warm out-
stretched hand. "My oversexed daughter does have good taste in
men."
George put the thought into words, smiled at the man's
raised eyebrows, and spoke the other thought that had been in his
mind all evening. "Just don't hurt my little girl." This cau-
tion was given in such a friendly positive manner, that John felt
complimented, as well as warned.
The friendly, chattering woman made it clear that she was
Cindy's mother, as she seated everyone, and started to serve
dinner.
Dinner was a warm comfortable meal where everybody helped
themselves. There was a constant background chatter about school
activities being wrapped-up, friends vacations being planned, and
other beginning-of-summer activities. The roasted chicken was
crisp on the outside, and hot and juicy on the inside. The
potatoes were real mashed potatoes with a wonderful homemade
chicken gravy. Everyone kept pressing him to: "Have some more of
this.", and "Won't you try some of that." until John felt like
he was at his mother's house during one of her famous holiday
feeds. During the entire meal, Cindy clung to his side, and
while she had joined in the friendly chatter, he noticed that she
had spent most of the time either listening, or just resting her
head on his shoulder. All of a sudden, it seemed like he was
doing the right thing by being here, instead of just indulging
himself in some dirty-old-man's fantasy. He wrapped his arm
around the sexy little girl, and enjoyed the warmth of her body
as she snuggled into his caress. The other people at the table
smiled at him, and he could feel the wave of approval at his
loosening up. He decided: "If these people didn't mind. He
shouldn't either."
At this, the last bit of tenseness left him, and he began to
use his considerable diplomacy to be not only welcome in this
extraordinary house, but to try and fit in. He started by be-
friending the two shy children on his left. After a short while,
he had the two youngsters giggling over a story about 2 fish and
a bear, his own father used to tell him when he was their age.
Next, he turned his attention on Cindy's mother, and won her
heart by begging for a copy of the recipe for the chicken gravy
that he had liked so much. The two teenagers, he ingratiated by
telling a story about the school picnic 5 years ago that filled
in the missing pieces of what, to the children of that class, had
been a mystery.
"Do you mean to tell me, that that's why there weren't any
French-fries" Snickered Marylin.
"Well, we couldn't use the grease after that, you know." He
replied.
"Mrs. Johnson must have been mortified. I always wondered
why she moved to Arizona." Billy was amused, but a little sad
also. After all, Mrs. Johnson had been one of his favorite
teachers. He had once had a terrific crush on the pretty young
teacher, and it had been a blow when she had moved out of state.
John Stockdale turned his attention to the man sitting at
the head of the table.
George Macon was amused. He had been watching the progress
of his daughter's paramour's attention proceed around the table.
As the pedagogue gave each person his attention, George could see
the care he took, and his admiration for the man increased. By
the time John had focused his attention on him, he prepared
himself to be wowed.
Instead of speaking, John just looked at George, raised his
eyebrows to show he knew his efforts were appreciated, and re-
turned his attentions to the comely wench whose machinations had
started this wild scenario. The "wench" was delighted. Her
handsome soon-to-be lover, had made friends with her whole fami-
ly, and was obviously pleased with her as well. She shivered
with delight, as she remembered how her mother had planned the
rest of the evening.
John Stockdale got up from his seat at the table. His
missing the rest of chapter.
"Now you two youngsters go in there, and have a good time.
Cindy, you shouldn't still be wearing that swimsuit, go get
decent." She chattered as she ushered her offspring back to her
bedroom to "get decent" and John to an overstuffed love-seat that
was placed back-to-back with a full-sized couch that faced the
large television in the living room. From her 40-year vantage
point, the 16 year difference in their ages was not that great.
They were both "youngsters" to her.
From that moment on, the rest of the night seemed like one
long wet dream to the sexually-deprived teacher. A wet dream
that he couldn't wake up from. If it had been any normal wet
dream, he knew he would have woke up with the solution to his
problem all over his hand in the first 20 minutes.
First, Cindy returned from her bedroom, wearing the same
short dress she had been wearing the previous day. Only this
time, she wore no pantyhose. She joined him on the couch, snug-
gled up to him with a sensuous wiggle, and gave him a kiss that
never seemed to end. John emerged from the kiss with a gasp.
"We'd better cool it Cindy, Your parents might notice." He
decided to follow Arlene's advice, and play along.
"They won't notice, they're watching TV." Whispered Cindy
right back, getting into the game. "Besides, it's too dark over
here for them to see anything."
John took a look around. Cindy was right. The rest of the
family was watching some loud drama on the large television set,
and if they wanted to look over at Cindy and her "date", they
would have to really crane their necks. He also noticed the
lighting was arranged so that he and Cindy were in almost com-
plete darkness, while anyone looking at them would be looking
into the glare of the bulb that provided the sparse illumination
in the living room. It was almost as if someone had set up the
room to make it easy for a girl to be seduced by her boyfriend
there. (It had, Arlene had spent 2 hours adjusting the furniture
angles to get it just right.)
The man reached for the girl, and wrapped his arm around her
waist, up under her dress, just below her blossoming breasts.
Cindy gave a delighted squeal, and kissed him again, as his
fingers reached her bra-less bosom.
"Did you say something Cindy?" Came the inquiry from the
couch.
"No Mama." Came the more subdued reply. "Just talking to
John here." She tried hard to keep from squealing again, as the
man's warm hand started massaging her oversensitive breasts right
underneath her skimpy little dress. Well, two could play at that
game. She started massaging the front of his trousers with her
hand.
"Unnnh." John couldn't hold back the groan, and they both
glanced to see if the sound had attracted more attention from the
other side of the room. Not apparently.
For the next hour, the two lovers "made out" on the love
seat. They cuddled, and smooched, and he played with her breasts
till the aureoles were red and swollen. He "felt her up" between
the legs, and slid a digit in and out while she pretended to try
to squirm away from his "immodest" advances. She responded by
reaching in his pants, and fondling his organ until it was so
swollen that even with it pointing straight up his belly, inside
his pants, the tip was almost exposed at the top of his belt.
Once, after checking to make sure nobody was looking, she pulled
his belt down an inch, so she could kiss the tip, and wiggle her
tongue in the slit. It took all of John's willpower to keep from
exploding hot sticky sperm all over the excited child's face and
his own pants. Mostly the two just kissed. "Kissing" was almost
an insult to the ability of the girl however. John didn't know
who had taught the child to kiss. (It was her brother.) He was
just grateful to be the one on whom she wanted to use her exper-
tise. Her warm soft mouth would cover his, while she licked his
teeth, and the inside of his mouth. She would then stick her
tongue in his mouth and twine her tongue around his. Sometimes
she would suck his tongue into her mouth, and sometimes she would
shove her lively little tongue almost down his throat. All of
this, while hugging and cuddling with him in a manner guaranteed
to get a rise out of a stone statue.
It was almost a relief, when there was a "Bang!" from the
screen door in the kitchen announcing the return of Billy and
Marylin. It seemed that relatives had come to visit at Marylin's
house and, with her room occupied by two cousins, she and Billy
would not have the privacy she required. Arlene "solved" the bed
mixup, by announcing loudly "Cindy, you'll just have to sleep on
the couch tonight."
This interruption, spoiled the setting, so Arlene suggested
that they all take a soak in the hot-tub.
John had noticed the hot tub, when he came into the house,
but had been too distracted up to now to realize that it was
where his young "date" had been lying in wait.
"But I didn't bring a swim suit." He pleaded.
"Oh don't be silly. You don't need one." This from the
older woman as she calmly stripped in front of everyone and
proceeded to climb naked into the swirling water.
Cindy was already shrugging out of her dress, and he heard
two loud cries of glee as two naked children dashed down the
stairs and splashed into the large tub. As the two kids dashed
by him, he was shocked when he noticed Cindy's younger brother,
Mike. The little boy had the schlong of an adult! Little Ginny
looked like any other little 9-year-old girl, beautiful face,
with kind of a wistful expression on it, no breasts, or hips to
speak of, and just a tiny hairless slit was visible before the
two children vanished into the swirling water of the hot-tub.
"Well, When in Rome." He said, as he removed his pants, and
followed the vision of loveliness down the stairs to the big
redwood tub set deep in the floor. He lowered himself into the
hot water, and then nearly jumped out again as the feeling of
Cindy, rubbing her slippery naked skin against his, while she
slithered up alongside him and nibbled on his ear, almost made
his hair stand on end.
The girl snuggled up to him, rubbing her slippery young
breasts against him and cooed in his ear. "Look at Marylin.
Isn't she just a sight?"
He pulled his attention away from his own reactions, and
looked up to see what Cindy was talking about. It really was
quite a sight. Marylin Summers was about to enter the tub naked.
Her mammoth breasts stuck out in front of her even without a bra
to support them. She was showing off her body to each of the
men, as she pushed her oversized frontal development at each of
them. "Marylin, Don't" Pleaded Billy, embarrassed at his girl-
friends actions. The girl gave him a big pout, but subsided, and
pushed through the water to where she could sit on his lap. John
thought for a second, that the girl actually sat right down so
her boyfriend's penis went inside her, but decided it was an
illusion caused by the swirling water. He had enough problems
with his own penis, and the lovely young thing squirming in his
lap had caused it to slip up between her legs where she occasion-
ally would reach down in the water and give it a squeeze with her
bare hand. Nobody seemed to notice.
John glanced over at Marylin again. The older girl was
sitting there with a peaceful look on her face, as though she was
enjoying something, while Billy had an almost strangled look on
his. John wondered what the self-admitted sex-bomb was doing to
the boy under the cover of the bubbling water. Whatever it was,
nobody else seemed to notice. Shortly, Marylin got out of the
water, grabbed a towel and headed up the stairs, leaving Billy
looking bushed as he relaxed in the foamy waters.
The rush and bubble of the water was beginning to remind
John of something. "Uh Cindy. Don't" Her touch was too much on
his suddenly oversensitive cock. "Where's the bathroom? I've
got to pee." He whispered in her ear to keep from dying of
embarrassment.
"Up the stairs. Second door on the right." Came back the
whispered response.
John got out of the tub in a hurry suddenly conscious of the
fact that his naked cock was sticking straight out in front of
like a billy-club where everyone could see. The only reaction he
got though, was a point up the stairs from Arlene who seemed to
guess what his problem was.
The man made a mad dash up the stairs, managed to avoid
tripping over a pile of discarded clothing, and charged into the
toilet in a hurried scramble. He came to an abrupt halt as he
realized the bathroom was not empty. It was, in fact occupied by
Marylin, who was sitting on the stool letting Billy's cum drip
out of her vagina, before returning to the hot tub. John Stock-
dale almost slid into the room on a loose bath mat, and he
stopped with his overstimulated and underused cock almost in the
face of the 16 year old girl with the overdeveloped bosom. His
face turned red.
"I. I. . . " He tried to say "I'm sorry" but the words
just wouldn't come.
Marylin ignored his protestations. Staring her in the face
was a lovely hard cock that needed service, and if there was one
thing that Marylin knew, it was how to service a hard cock. She
shut the man up by swallowing it.
"Oh Marylin, you don't have to. . ."
The girl ignored him and kept on sucking. She ran her
tongue over the tip, licked up and down the shaft, and then just
plain sucked until the overstimulation he had been getting all
evening got the better of him.
"Uh Marylin, I'm going to cum. You'd better let me pull
out." He tried to disengage, thinking she would be disgusted if
he ejaculated in her mouth, and was astonished when she started
sucking even harder. He couldn't help himself, he started to
squirt hot sticky cum right into her mouth.
Marylin wrapped her tongue around the spewing instrument,
and savored the taste of her former teacher's cum. She loved the
taste of cum almost as much as she liked it squirting up her
overheated little pussy. Besides, she had had a crush on "Mr."
Stockdale for years. To have him squirting his seed in her mouth
was almost a dream come true. She realized he was Cindy's date,
but figured she would take the "edge" off him so he would be able
to do the younger girl properly, she rationalized.
John's cock was now shrinking to it's normal size, and the
reduced pressure reminded him of the chore he had come into the
bathroom to accomplish. "Marylin stop." He warned. "I've got
to pee." The teenager kept on sucking the last of his cum out of
his penis, and he could see her throat gulp as she swallowed the
last drops.
"Marylin, I'm going to pee in your mouth if you don't stop!"
He warned louder now as his bladder control almost deserted him.
"Mmmmpfhhf Mmmmd" She responded as she kept her mouth
fastened around his now flaccid penis. It sounded vaguely like
"Go ahead."
The man lost control. His penis squirted. He tried to hold
back, but his bladder pressure had grown too strong. John
expected the girl to pull back in disgust, when he started to
piss in her mouth, but she actually sucked harder. It was too
much effort to restrain himself any more. He let go. A stream
of urine poured out of his cock into the teenager's sucking
mouth. He felt the youngster swallow more of his cock so the
head of his penis was at the back of her mouth, and he was actu-
ally pissing down the girl's throat. John had never done any-
thing so obscene in his life. A couple of women had "let him"
come in their mouths, but they had not enjoyed it. This was
incredible. The oversexed teenybopper with the massive boobs had
not only swallowed his come, but she was sucking his cock while
he emptied his bladder down her throat, drinking his urine as if
she liked it. The man could see the muscles of the young girl's
throat working, as she swallowed and strained to keep up with the
deluge. It seemed like an eternity he stood peeing in the girl
while the stream of urine poured down her throat. Finally, the
torrent slowed to a trickle, then spasmodic squirts, then
stopped.
Marylin pulled the man's cock from her mouth, and licked the
few remaining drops from the head. She couldn't believe she had
actually done that. It seemed so incredibly nasty, even for her.
At the time however, it had seemed like the most natural thing in
the world. She liked Mr. Stockdale a lot, and since she couldn't
get up, she couldn't let him pee on the floor could she? She
knew that there was a flaw in her logic somewhere, but was not
inclined to trace it down. She decided she'd probably let him do
it again, if he wanted to. She gave his cock one last obscene
kiss, and told him "Now you just go back there, and take good
care of Cindy. But first. . ." At this she pulled his lips down
to hers.
John was at first a little turned off at the thought of
kissing the mouth that had just urinated in, when he remembered.
It was his urine the girl had just swallowed, and if she liked
him well enough to do that how could he refuse to kiss the mouth
that had been so generous to him. He concentrated on giving
Marylin the kiss she deserved, while ignoring the faint whiff of
ammonia that clung to her mouth. After a few seconds, it no
longer bothered him, and he let his tongue duel with hers for
several long seconds before disengaging with a loud "smack!". He
then gave Marylin a final peck on the lips, a grateful pat on the
head, and left the bathroom to continue with his "date".
John returned to the hot tub feeling relieved. Without the
twin pressures of a full bladder, and a hard cock, he felt like
he might make it through the rest of the evening without embar-
rassing himself. He didn't realize that the state of his erec-
tion signaled more to those watching than he realized. He slid
into the tub conscious of a battery of amused eyes on his naked
body. "What's so funny?" He wondered as Cindy slid up alongside
him and rubbed her pert little mounds of breasts against his
side. She reached down and fisted his now flaccid penis.
"Oh darn!" The little girl exclaimed. "Marylin must have