It's A Good Thing Part 4

Part 33 – A big 13, and a BIG 13!!

Towards the end of the school year, I looked forward to a big birthday celebration – I was turning thirteen! I’d finally be a teenager! Yay!

I’d been meeting Tommy and Ray and the guys in our special place in the woods every couple of days after school. I still liked giving them all their blowjobs, they were always very nice to me and never gave me any trouble. I think a couple of them might have wanted to go farther, and maybe try to fuck my pussy, but I always told them that was off limits to them. But it was odd, I’d become so used to playing with adult, grown up men-sized dicks that sucking on their not-quite-grown up ones wasn’t very much of a challenge. But their semen always tasted fresh and sharp and felt good in my tummy.

Daddy kept hinting around at ‘something very special’ for my birthday, but he wouldn’t let on any more than that, the big dumb poopy-head. I kept trying to squeeze it out of him, but he kept it to himself.

I even thought maybe Spencer knew, but no matter what I tried to do, he wouldn’t fink out Daddy either. At one point, I even tried sex. There was one evening when I was sucking on Spencer and Daddy was fucking me very nicely, and I had a really nice orgasm or two, and then I got an idea and I pulled away from them both and said, “I am not doing any more until you tell me what my birthday surprise is!” and I scrambled to my feet, straightened out my stockings, and stamped my feet and looked as fierce as I could. They both looked so funny there, two very pretty hard penises, all slippery and slimy with my spit and pussy juices, getting ready to cum, and suddenly I denied them. The feeling of power that came over me was very strong, and I realized once again how much reach and empowerment I had over them. I sat down on the edge of the bed as they stood and looked at me with puzzlement.

“Julie, you know we can’t do that. It won’t be a surprise if we tell you now!” Spencer said, kind of sadly starting to stroke his Penis. “Yeah, sweetie, you don’t want that now, do you, really?” Daddy added.

He looked so sad at me. I almost gave in. But I decided to be strong. I looked at them both for a long moment.

“You guys are just meanies, you know that!” I cried. “Meanies! And just for that, you can go jerk yourselves off, I’m off limits tonight!” and I crossed my arms in front of me and put on my best little girl pout.

You know what those stinkers did? They just kept on jerking off, making me look at their beautiful hard penises, their strong hands sliding wetly back and forth along the shafts. They knew that I loved to watch them do that, and they both walked up until they were just out of reach. I had to try really hard to maintain my firm refusal to do anything to help them have their orgasms. It was really difficult. My eyes kept moving from one beautiful penis to the other. Their heads, shiny and reddened, puffing up with desire, about to spit their tasty sperms out in big long streams of white juice. Both men were about two feet away from me, and I sat with my hands clasped tightly together in my lap. I swore to myself not to touch them. I could feel my own wetness at the lovely sight of the two men I loved most in the world, jerking themselves off to me. What girl wouldn’t?

They kept inching closer and closer until they were nearly touching me. I kicked my legs out, and then Daddy was straddling my left leg, and Spence my right. They were looking straight at me as they huffed and puffed, and I narrowed my gaze. By now, we all three knew how this was going to end.

Daddy was first. His penis spat out a huge white blob that flew across the distance between us and hit me right smack between my boobs and sprayed off. His second shot hit my left boob just as Spence erupted, and he aimed higher, his first big shot flying out and hitting me right on the cheek. I flinched, and his next shot hit my hair over my ear.

I tried to stay calm and silent but it was sooooo hard! Daddy kept hitting me in the boobs with his cum, and Spence was glazing my face like it was a dough-nut and he was a sexy baker. My left tit had three or four good sized blobs all over it, and my right nipple had a big blob of semen dripping right off it it, heading for my thigh.

It was my face that got the worst of it (well, actually, the BEST! But you know what I mean...). That fink Spencer knew exactly how to aim and spray his lovely semen all over me, since he’s had so much practice at it! I had lines and lines of his hot sperm decorating my front. A big line went from one cheekbone right over the bridge of my nose and across the other cheek, there was a big blob right on my left eyelash, and my upper lip was covered with it! It was on my forehead, and my chin, and even in my hair!

My pussy was betraying me, leaking out juice like there was no tomorrow. I pushed the guys back and clamped my legs together and stood up, trying desperately not to let the climactic feelings about to erupt from my midsection take over.

“You guys are horrible!” I squeaked. “Look at me! You got your sperms all over me!” Like I minded. I rushed out of the room and slammed the bathroom door behind me, breathless. I walked up to the vanity and, putting my hands on the edge, leaned forwards towards the mirror. The 12 year old girl staring back at me looked like she’d been gangbanged by the Japanese army. For a long while, I just stood and stared at the image, as the cooling sperm slowly trailed down my face and dripped onto the sink below me. My hand stole down to my crotch and as I rubbed my clitty slowly, I shivered through another strong climax, biting my tongue so that Daddy and Spence wouldn’t hear me squeak.

Five minutes laters, I was washed off and in my robe. I went back into the bedroom, and they were both talking quietly, their heads together, no doubt cooking up some scheme designed to keep me from finding out what they had planned.

I gave them as dirty a look as I could, given the circumstance, and went downstairs for something to drink. The next day, they both acted as though nothing had even happened.

When my birthday finally did arrive, on a warm Saturday, both Daddy and Spence were downstairs waiting when I got out of bed and went downstairs for some breakfast. They did the whole thing, singing Happy Birthday to me, and Daddy gave me a cupcake with a candle burning it, and Spence made me put on one of those silly hats. But they had more planned.

After eating, we went out to the living room, and they had some actual gifts for me – Daddy gave me a really pretty necklace with diamonds and rubies, and Spence gave me the matching bracelet, and they were both really beautiful and I just about died, they were so beautiful. I knew they cost a ton of money, too! I also got a new phone and a game console, and lots of gift certificates from my favorite clothing stores, and that was pretty much all I really wanted. After all, what more does a teenage girl really need? A phone, and money for clothes, right?

I gave them both really big hugs and then we got dressed and Daddy and I went out, while Spence stayed behind to “take care of things”, as he said. He took me to the park, and then we had a nice lunch at a fancy restaurant down town, and they fussed over me like I was the Queen of England or something. I had on a black beaded dress that was cut pretty low in front with short sleeves, and my stockings and a lacy black garter belt, and some really cute heels, and all the guys were staring at me, and I was feeling really grown up. I was having a great day, but the back of my mind kept coming up with the ‘surprise’ that Daddy had hinted at. I kept asking and all they’d say was that I’d see later on. I knew it wasn’t a car, ‘cause I was only 13, and I didn’t want a pony, so that ruled out the normal “surprise” gifts. I had all the dildos I’d ever need, and I’d gotten the new Hitachi for Christmas, so I didn’t expect anything like that. Maybe it was more jewelry? A girl can’t have TOO much jewelry, ya know… lol 😊

After lunch, we went to the museum and I enjoyed myself just walking around looking at all the cool stuff from hundreds of years ago, and the stuffed animals and things. We were there probably until around 4 o’clock or so, and then Daddy said we ought to be heading home for the ‘rest of my surprise’, as he said.

Before we even got out of the car, Daddy asked me to put a blindfold on, and he handed me one of those all black sleeping mask things. I looked at him a little puzzled, but slid the mask over my eyes anyway, and I really couldn’t see a thing. He came around and took my hand, and walked me over to the front door, and we walked into the house, and into the living room.

“Ok, sweetie, you can take off your blindfold now.” Daddy said to me.

I ripped the thing up off of my face, and I saw Spencer talking to three other guys. They all turned to me and they all yelled “Happy Birthday!” I didn’t recognize any of them, and I looked at Daddy with puzzled eyes.

“Is this my surprise? I don’t get it?” I said as we walked into the room.

“Well, baby, these men are very special guys, and we spent a lot of time and money finding them, and bringing them here to you. Say hello to Mr Monroe,” and he indicated the first man, a tall man with a nice smile, he was thin but still nice, “ – and Mr Blossoms –“, and he nodded at the second guy, a shorter black man with a goatee and big smile, “- and finally, Mr Lively.” And that was the third guy, a slightly older guy, maybe in his early 40s, about Daddy’s age I guess. “Duncan, Ted and Ron are very anxious to get to know you, they’ve heard a lot about you from me and Spencer. Spencer, as a matter of fact, knows some of the people who’ve worked with Duncan and Ted before, and that’s how we got hold of them, and then Ron as well.”

I was a little bit embarrassed as I walked up to shake their hands, I didn’t know how much Spence or Daddy told them about me, or if they told them I fooled around, or what. But I looked each one of them in the eye as I shook their hands, and they each seemed to be nice and polite to me. Mr Blossoms, the black guy, had a nice smile and a very rich, deep voice when he said, “Spencer told me that you’re about the smartest girl in the entire eighth grade at school. That’s very commendable.” I blushed and nodded and said ‘Thank you.’ And he said, “What’s your favorite subject?” and I said, “Well, history I guess, but I like geography and science too” and then I went off telling him about junk like continental drift and the Crimean War and stuff and I couldn’t shut up, I was so nervous.

We just sort of stood around and talked for a while, they asked me what I did today, so I told them about the lunch and the park and the museum and all, and Mr Lively said he’d never been to the city here were we live, but it seemed very nice, and I asked him where he was from and he said Oregon, which sounded nice, and Mr Monroe said he was from Schenectady New York. We chatted for a while, and Daddy handed me a glass with some champagne in it. I looked at it and said, “What’s this, Daddy?” and he said, “Well, you’re a big girl today, and just this once I think it’s ok for you to have some special champagne, while we all toast your birthday!” and I smiled, and since everybody, even Daddy and Spencer, had some, they all raised their glasses and said, “To Julie, Happy Birthday!” and I blushed and smiled and sipped the champagne stuff. It was all bubbly and cold, and at first I didn’t really like it, but then I let it sit in my stomach, and then I took another sip, and then a third, and by the fourth sip it wasn’t so bad. For booze, I mean. I didn’t like regular booze or beer at all but this stuff was not bad, even if the bubbles did go up my nose!

I finished my glass, and Daddy filled it up again! I looked at him sternly and said, “Daddy, are you trying to get me drunk?” and giggled and he and Spencer laughed. I had a feeling they were but I went along with it, since the champagne stuff was pretty good, and was making me feel really warm inside and all.

So we were sitting on the sofa, and talking some more, and I saw Mr Monroe sort of reach down and adjust his pants, and I saw that he had a really big bulge where his penis is. I mean, really big! I think Daddy saw me peeking at Mr Monroe, because he said, “Well, guys I think we’ve been keeping Julie in suspense for long enough, perhaps it’s time we showed her why you guys are all here tonight.”

Mr Monroe stood and faced me, and then I watched curiously as he slowly pulled his zipper down and then fished around in his boxers for a moment. What I saw next almost made me pass out.

He pulled out his penis! And it was absolutely HUGE! I swear to God it looked like it was a foot long! He slowly pulled the whole thing out of his pants, and held it with one hand about halfway down the shaft. It wasn’t hard or anything, and yet his hand was only about a quarter of it. It had a nice, well shaped head, pink and rosy looking, and as I watched it slowly got stiffer and stiffer. I gasped.

“oh my god. . . it’s so . . .big!” I squeaked. “It’s so big!” I repeated. I was like, hypnotized by it. Suddenly, I noticed that Mr Blossoms and Mr Lively stood up right next to him, and they both unzipped THEIR zippers, and suddenly I was face to face with THREE of the most hugest penises I’d every seen! I shrieked in surprise.

“EEEEEK! My god you’re HUGE!!!!” and I sagged back on the sofa with my hand on my heart. I looked from penis to penis. Mr Blossom’s penis was dark brown and he was slowly shucking his hand back and forth on it. He was not circumsized, and the head kept poking out of his extra skin there as he worked his hand back and forth. Mr. Lively penis was thinner than the other two, but just as long, in fact it actually looked longer.

“How. . .how big are they?” I squeaked, and Daddy laughed.

“Why don’t you measure each one and find out, sweetie? I’m sure the guys wouldn’t mind, would you, guys?” and they all smiled and said they wouldn’t. Spencer handed me a tape measure like they use when they sew clothes and stuff.

Mr Monroe stepped a little bit closer, and he held his penis out. I reached out with a tentative hand and held my thumb over the tape at his belly, and then ran it out over the top of his penis. It was warm (his penis, not the tape). I held the end right at the very tip of his penis, and looked at the tape.

“Wow!” I breathed. “13 and –“ and I looked at the end of the tape closer. “-a quarter!” I looked up at him. “Your dick is over a foot long!” I squealed and shook all over. He grinned.

Mr Blossoms moved over, and I did the same with him. “Ummm..13 and, jeeze, almost a half!” I leaned in to kiss the tip of his penis. “You’re a BIG BOY, aren’t you!” I giggled.

Next was Mr Lively. His penis didn’t feel quite as hard or as warm as the other guys. It was pink and had big veins running along it all the way to the tip. I held my right hand on his belly with the end of the tape, and then slowly unrolled it out to the very end. I held my breath as I read the number.

“Holy cow! Thirteen and . . . almost three quarters! Yikes!” I giggled. I think the champagne was starting to get to me, because I had to lean over and get my glass and drink the rest of what was there, and then held it out to Spence.

“I want more!” I giggled at him. He smiled at me and filled my glass.

“Yes, well, we thought what better present for a young girl on her thirteenth birthday than a man with a penis that is thirteen inches long!” Daddy laughed, and looked at him in amazement and a big smile started forming across my face and I giggled. “And then we realized that we could probably contact all three of them! They’re all very famous in the adult movie business.”

“Woweeee!!!” I chuckled. I looked back at Mr Monroe. “Can I . . . touch it?”

He smiled down at me and said, “Sure you can. It won’t bite!” and he let go. I sat transfixed as the remarkable looking penis bobbed up and down in front of my face as if saluting me. I reached out a tentative slim hand and touched the shaft just behind the head, and let my fingers rest underneath of it, weighing it with my hand. It was warm, and I could feel the blood pumping into it. I let it rest on my one hand for a minute, and then reached out with the other and used both to hold it tenderly, slowly shucking the skin back and forth without even thinking about it. A large drop of clear wetness appeared at the big hole at the tip, and I rubbed it with my thumb, spreading the slimy smooth liquid over his whole tip. I looked up at Mr Monroe again, and he was smiling at me, and then I looked over at Daddy and Spencer.

“This is my surprise? This is what you wouldn’t tell me about?” I asked, not sure of myself. “You got me three huge penises for my birthday?” I looked down, and my nipples had hardened into two pieces of granite on my boobs, and were threatening to bust out of my top.

“Honey, these gentlemen are here for you. They’ll do anything you like, and you can have anything you want from them. They’ll do whatever you want” Spence leaned over to say to me.

I shivered. My mind started making up all the combinations of things we could do, and all of a sudden my pussy just took over.

I pointed at them. “All right, first, I want you all naked.” The guys hurriedly shucked their clothes off, and within a moment were all three standing right in front of me, their lovely penises all hard and throbbing, standing up to salute me. I stood and shimmied out of my dress and panties, but I left my garter-belt and stockings and heels on. I had a little half-cup bra holding my boobs up, but my nipples and the top halves of my boobs were on display. I sat on the sofa and spread my knees apart, giving the guys a nice look at my cute little pussy, who’d already started to get all wet and juicy for them.

“I want to suck on each of you, but no cumming, OK? Not yet.” I said, and motioned for Mr Monroe to step forwards. I grabbed his cock about halfway down and pointed the large, pink head at my face. Opening my mouth as wide as I possibly could, I started licking and sucking at his head, tasting the tart, slightly greasy drop of pre-cum that he produced. I slobbered and licked until the head was nice and wet and then pushed my face forwards, until the head popped behind my lips and pushed my tongue down. I started working on him then, using all the tricks and techniques I’d learned over the past couple of years. I knew the trick with a big penis like this was plenty of saliva. I tried to keep him as wet as I could in my mouth, only swallowing my spit when I absolutely had to. I slowly managed to get more and more of him in my mouth, until I felt the pink crown start to beat against the back of my mouth. I looked up at him, his huge penis shoved halfway down my throat, my cheeks bulging with his girth, and winked. He groaned and shook, I knew I was making him feel good. I glanced left and right, and the other two guys, plus of course Daddy and Spence, were slowly jerking their shafts, keeping them hard for me but not so much as to cum. This was WAAYYY too early for that!

I shook my head around to get Mr Monroe’s nice penis seated just where I wanted it to be, and then pushed forwards again, feeling it bump up against the back of my throat. I paused for a second, and then pushed again, swallowing roughly at the same time, and felt his penis bend a bit to slide down into the top of my throat. I gagged a little bit, but fought off the feeling, and pushed again. I reached out for Mr Monroe’s hands, and grabbing his wrists, put his hands on the side of my head, letting him know I wanted him to help, by grabbing my skull and pulling. I swallowed again, my nose sucking in air, and kept pushing. I felt his penis slide down even farther then, closing my eyes in concentration.

I kept pushing. He kept pulling. I’d swallow, and gulp, and envelop even more of him. It seemed to take forever, but then I felt my nose push into his soft belly, and I heard the other guys all gasp and cheer, and felt a pat on the top of my head. I’d done it! I’d deep-throated Mr Monroe’s entire 13-inch penis!

I choked and gurgled on that monster penis in me but I was proud, inside. I was also stuffed with cock! Holy Jeeze! I slowly pulled back up, and then took another deep breath and a big swallow, and started down again. This time, it seemed easier, but I still had to gurk and gurgle when the head of Mr Monroe’s penis slid down over the back of my tongue into my throat. Then back up, and back down, and after 10 or 15 travels, I was in heaven. I slid one hand down to my pussy and started rubbing as I worked, and that felt really really good. I could hardly keep from coming, and actually, after a minute or two, I did have a little orgasmy that made me clench my thighs together. I gave Mr Monroe my best efforts for about five or six minutes I guess, and then he started groaning and I could hear him grunt.

I pulled off of him, and croaked ‘No . . .not yet . . .”, spitting and drooling and looking an awful mess with my lipstick all smeared and my eyes tearing.

I dipped my head and shook it to clear my senses a bit, and then pushed him away and motioned to Mr Blossoms. “You . . .you’re next . . c’mere . . “ and I swallowed roughly and pulled this nice black man to my front.

I did him the same way I’d done Mr Monroe – easy at first, with plenty of spit and drool, and then a big swallow and a push when I felt his cock-head hit the back of my mouth. He was a little bit thicker than Mr Monroe, and the extra skin around his cock-head was odd feeling at first but then I didn’t even notice it. It took me about five minutes of work before I felt my nose nestle into his crinkly pubes. His belly felt really firm and warm to my face.

I saw and felt flashes going off next to me, as both Daddy and Spencer had their phones out taking pictures, and Daddy had the video going too. He musta got it when I wasn’t looking. I did have my eyes closed a lot in the last ten minutes or so. Helps me concentrate.

And so I gave Mr Blossoms my patented deep throating for five or six minutes. I got so I could go all the way down on him, until my nose hit his belly, and then all the way back up until his cock almost came out from my lips, and then back down again. As long as I didn’t try to do it really really fast, I was good. I could feel his body trembling, his thighs were shaking, and he was moaning under his breath. But once again, I could tell when I was taking him too close to cumming, and I pulled off of him and motioned to Mr Lively.

By now, I was all loosened up. I took another couple of swigs of champagne to help lubricate my mouth and throat, and then worked on Mr Lively. His penis was longer than the others by a little bit, but also thinner, it was thinner than even Daddy or Spencer. Compared to the first two big dicks, he was like sucking a straw! But I did it, working slow and taking my time, just like with the other guys, and by now it was almost easy. I’d slide all the way down on him, putting my nose in his belly and then slide all the way back out, take a breath, swallow my spit, and back down again. I don’t want to brag, but I was a little girl sucking machine. Towards the end I put a mouthful of champagne in my mouth and then took him in and he shivered and yelled “Damn, that’s COLD!” and we all laughed.

So, I had three beautiful, hard, BIG penises to play with now! I got up on the sofa and turned my back to them, and then motioned to Mr Monroe and pointed to my pussy.

Oh god. What can I say? He slid into me like his penis was a hot knife and my pussy was a stick of melted butter. He slid the first five or six inches in, and then he hit my womb, and it did hurt a little bit. Then he started sliding in and out, very gently at first, but the feeling of a full six or seven inches of penis at a time sliding all the way into my tiny pussy was just overwhelming! I orgasmed almost right away. I looked up and Spencer was standing in front of us on the other side of the sofa, and I motioned for him, and he leaned down and kissed me, and we dueled with our tongues while Mr Monroe slid his penis in and out of me. I loved it. I felt so loved and wanted and appreciated.

I found penises in my hands, without even thinking. Mr Monroe fucked me for a long time, and then he started to shake and shudder, and I pulled my hips away from him.

“No, not yet.” And I scrambled around. I told him to lay on his back on the sofa, and I backed up to him, and I slowly sat down on his penis. It was really nice and wet and my butt kissed his tip and then opened up for him. I felt a brief ping of pain as my butthole opened to admit this invader, but then the good feelings too over. I sank down on him slowly, grunting and gasping, until I was fully seated on him.

His penis felt like it was gonna come out my throat, but I was nowhere near done. I pointed down to my pussy, red and raw, and leaking pussy juice, all wet and hot. Mr Lively stepped up to the plate.

“Slow. . .slowly . . please. . .let me adjust” I breathed to him, and I held his penis right behind the head and slowly pushed it into my little coochie.

“Ahhhhhh-eeeeeeeeee” I groaned as the huge shaft split my lips and started into my teen tunnel. I clenched my thighs as Mr Monroe pushed up on my hips and Mr Lively pushed in. A sudden climax made me shiver and shriek as the two monster penises slowly worked into me. But the men were good, and caring, and gentle, if you can call it that when two grown men are shoving foot long cocks into a thirteen year old girl. They made sure I could handle it. But after a few minutes, grunting and groaning, and wriggling around like a worm on a hook, at last they both got most of the ways in, and started moving in and out in sequence.

Oh my god was that ever fantastic. I mean, I’ve had two dicks in me before, but never something like this. They were sooooo long, and soooooo big, I felt like a stuffed turkey at Christmas. My ass started vibrating and buzzing, and my clitty just exploded with sensation, as Mr Lively’s huge penis would pull it down and in each time he pushed into me, and it just felt so good I had one huge big climax and it never seemed to stop, I was shaking and moaning and sweating like a hog.

I put my hands on Mr Lively’s shoulders and hugged him close to me and it felt ever so wicked and naughty to be getting fucked by these two big men while Daddy and Spencer watched and took pictures. I couldn’t wait, hardly, to see them when this was all over. But I didn’t want it to end!

Mr Monroe and Mr Lively double-teamed me for several long minutes, and then I could tell that Mr Lively was getting too close to the edge, so I breathlessly told them to slow down for a moment. They both did, with both of them fully inserted into my lower holes. Mr Monroe had his 13 inches stuffed all the way up into my guts, and Mr Lively slowly popped his long, thin penis all the way up into me. I felt a pang in my gut when the head of his penis butted up against my cervix, but he pushed and pushed and I gritted my teeth and then felt my womb open up and something popped. It hurt, I won’t lie, it felt like a red-hot stick had been shoved up in me, but another part of me felt so proud and so wicked and dirty that I had this man’s penis right in my womb. Mr Lively groaned and swore but I knew he was just overwhelmed.

“Oh my fuckin’ god I’m right up in this bitch’s pussy!” he cursed and I blushed red.

We sat, all three of us, as I caught my breath and the guys huffed and puffed. Then I made them both pull out, slooooowly, and I think that when Mr Lively pulled his penis back out of my cervix I briefly blacked out or something, ‘cause the next thing I remember is Mr Blossoms lifting me up and slowly settling me down on his penis, standing straight up while he lay back on the couch under me. I felt his thick shaft part the wet, raw lips of my pussy and slide up into me, and I sighed and exhaled an exhausted breath. My ass felt like it was on fire, and my belly hurt from me getting punched in the womb, but I was still operating on a sexual high. I sank down on Mr Blossom’s dark brown tree trunk, and leaned forwards as he palmed my boobs. I fed one thirteen-year-old nipple to his full lips, and he sucked the nipple and the ring right in, twisting his tongue around and causing really cool electric shocks to vibrate right down into my chest.

Mr Lively, meanwhile, had spread some lube around his poker, and was poking me in the rear. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to absorb both his huge penis and Mr Blossom’s really thick one in me. I grunted as he popped the first inch or so into me, and he massaged my back and shoulders as he slowly wormed himself in. My guts expanded around him and Mr Lively took that opportunity to pinch my clitty with a free hand and I exploded in a massive orgasm, shrieking my pleasure and feeling billions of electric shocks explode out of every nerve ending in my body. I started moving my hips up and down, working both of those marvelous penises into my body, feeling full, overly full, with over two feet of penis in my body. I hung my head and sobbed with a combination of pain and joy and overwhelming sexual feelings. I held onto Mr Blossom’s shoulders as I pumped myself up and down on him and felt Mr Lively sliding his own length in and out of my lower intestines. The sounds were amazing – the ‘schluck . . . schlock . . .schluck’ as the foot-long penis of Mr Lively pistoned in and out of my ass, and the smoother, less gunky sounds of Mr Blossom’s magnificent pole sliding wetly in and out of my teenage vagina. I loved it.

I looked up, suddenly, and was greeted by the lovely sight of Mr Monroe’s plum-shaped penis head, weeping a large drop of sperm, just inches from my mouth. He was slowly fisting it back and forth, and I just couldn’t help myself. After all, what’s a girl to do? Here I was faced with a very nice looking penis, that obviously needed someone to put it in her mouth, and I had a mouth that was perfectly suited to the task! I leaned, he leaned, and before you could say “Linda Lovelace” I had about five inches of marvelously warm, hard penis in my mouth, making my tongue dance with joy and my lips quiver. I reached out and pulled him towards me, gulping over and over to swallow his length, and didn’t stop until my nose kissed his belly. I shook and quivered and my legs were bouncing all over and I couldn’t hardly contain myself as I realized that I had over a fucking YARD of penis in me!

I couldn’t rest long, though, as I coughed and choked a little and had to pull back until just four or so inches of penis was left in my mouth. My body convulsed and Mr Lively almost popped out of my ass, but he was able to get re-seated and pushed into me. I just kinda sat there, suspended between three hugely hard penises that were pummeling my body from every direction, while I quivered in orgasm. My body was getting worn out, I have to admit – a 103 pound 13 year old little girl can only take so much pounding, ya know? I loved having orgasms, but this was getting to be just too much.

I glurked and glopped and drooled around the penis sliding in and out of my mouth, and made noises in my ass and pussy that a polite young lady probably shouldn’t admit to. But finally, I had to stop, I almost collapsed, and fell forwards on to Mr Blossoms.

“Enough . . . please . . . stop . . .can’t...take...anymore…” I whispered, trembling, crying, shaking like a leaf in a windstorm. I slowly peeled myself off of my black lover, feeling Mr Lively pull out of my lower intestines behind me. I fell over onto the sofa as Mr Blossom scrambled out from under me, his arms solicitiously holding me gently as I collapsed in a hot, wet heap. I closed my eyes.

Seconds later, they shot back open as I felt a hot wet slap of semen lance across my chin, fly into my mouth, and then drape over the top of my lips and almost get sucked up into my nose as I jerked in shock. Three huge cock heads were pointing at me, just inches away from my disheveled, sweaty face. I glanced to my left and Mr Blossom was about to erupt again, when I felt Mr Lively explode a huge ribbon of sperm up the right side of my face, from my jawbone to my hair, across my right eye. Then the storm intensified, as I saw Daddy and my Spencer, with his Perfect Penis, crowd in alongside the other three men, all five penises about to spit gallons of hot sperm right into my youthful face. I shivered and shuddered, my hands stealing down to lightly rub my sore, overworked, almost completely orgasmed-out clitty. I couldn’t even tell which penis was shooting which rope of sperm, they were coming at me so quickly. I giggled and smiled as a big white streamer came out of nowhere and plopped right in to my eye, blinding me behind a white curtain of sperm. Another stream flew out of the forest of cocks and splat!’ed right down across my cheek and nose, and before I could even react, a big blob dropped onto my lips, which opened in reflex and my tongue was promptly almost flooded with two big bombs of cum launched from opposite sides of me. It tasted faintly of Spence, but I can’t be sure. Another streamer launched across my forehead and into my hair, and then my chin felt a wet slap, and it dripped down on to my neck. Then in rapid fire, Splat! Splat! Splat! My face was getting glazed like a dough-nut, as stream after stream slapped into me from all directions. I tried to blink through the big blob in my eye, but all that did was get it all gummed up in my eyelash. I think Spence aimed directly at my mouth, because I tasted at least three more full streams that had his particular taste. I gulped them down and reopened my mouth, begging silently for more. I’d take all they could give me. I was so sexually charged that I’d have lain there for hours while men came on me, it was all I wanted in life. To be spermed on. Ejaculations were my gold and diamonds, I was covered in them like white jewelry.

Of course it had to come to an end, all too quickly for my money. But the white blizzard stopped, and everybody was breathing heavily, and I heard a ‘hunh-hunh-hunh’ coming from somewhere as someone was still having a big orgasm, and then I realized it was me, I was hunching my hips up at an invisible cock while my fingers danced over my clit, and I finally gave one final “hunh!” up at my hand and shuddered through one last cum, and my hips collapsed onto the sofa and I closed my eyes.

A warm cloth came a few minutes later, handed to me by my loving Spence, and I reluctantly cleaned the absolutely coated frosting of cum off of my face, that is what was left after I used my fingers to spoon as much as possible in to my greedy mouth to swallow. I looked up at my guys. My loving Daddy, smiling down at his cum-covered daughter. My boyfriend Spencer, owner of the most Perfect Penis in all the world, sitting next to me and carefully wiping the blobs and streams of semen off my neck and chest, holding me gently. And the three new friends, my Yard of Cock, as I decided to call them.

My pussy throbbed. My ass ached. My throat felt like the Sahara Desert. But I’d never had a better birthday!

It’s a darn good thing your face can’t get pregnant!

Part 34 – Mr B has me for dinner . . .

A week or so later, as I was walking home from school, I’d just left the parking lot where the busses come in when Mr. B caught up with me. He must have jogged all the way over from the middle school, he was a little out of breath and almost wheezing.

“Julie, wait up a sec – I want to speak with you.” he said, somewhat breathlessly.

“Oh, hi Mr B!” I answered, smiling and edging towards the wall and a little cubby where there used to be a drinking fountain. “Whats up?”

“Well, Julie, I know you’re in high school now, ninth grade and all – “

“Almost tenth! Next year!” I interrupted.

“Yes, almost tenth, exactly. I’ve missed you a LOT this last year, I know we had a lot of fun together.”

“Yeah, we did, Mr B, I missed it too! I really appreciated everything you . . . taught me” I finished. ‘like how to deep throat!’ I thought to myself

“- But I’d like to invite you over for dinner, if it’s OK with your father. I just want to show you how much I appreciate the . . . work . . . you’ve put in those last two years.” He said, smiling at me and winking.

I winked back.

“That’d be nice, Mr B, I’m sure Daddy won’t mind at all. When?”

“Well, I was hoping you’d be free this Friday night?”

“Yeah, I am, far as I know. My boyfriend is away on business and I don’t think Daddy had any plans, so yeah, that’d be cool!” I grinned, reaching out to squeeze his arm. “I can’t wait!”

“Great, great. I’m so glad. Do you want me to come and pick you up, or do you think your father could drop you?”

“I don’t know – where do you live?” I’d never asked him. Not that it mattered.

“Over on Townshend Avenue, on the other side of the park. Near 14^th” he answered. “Do you know where that is?”

“Townshend? Heck ya, that’s only like five blocks from where I live! I’m on Rutgers!” I squeaked, blown away that Mr B only lived a couple of blocks from where I did! OMG!

“Are you kidding, you’re on Rutgers? Small world!” he exclaimed, beaming.

“I’ll just walk over, if that’s ok?” I said.

“Sure, if you want to, why not?” he said. “It’s number 117. About 8?” I nodded. “I smiled and reached up on my tippytoes to give him a peck on the cheek, and he got all red. Silly man.

For the rest of the week, I dreamt of what I might wear to Mr B’s dinner, and what we might do. I was strongly considering making him fuck me, since it might be our last time. His dick was really nice, and I figured I’d probably like it a lot in my pussy. I decided to do my best to seduce him into fucking me, so we’d both have a nice memory in the years to come.

Friday after noon, I raced home from school, tossing my bookbag in the hall closet.

“Daddy!” I yelled, “Are you home yet?”

I waited. No answer. I guess not. I closed the door behind me and locked it, and ran upstairs, pulling my top off before I even got to the top step. I tossed it in the hamper, and went into the bathroom to start a tub. I dumped in a bunch of bubble bath stuff and a half a bottle of body oil. I wanted to smell nice and be smooth and warm for Mr B. I shimmied out of my skirt and thong, and unhooked my bra, tossing clothes left and right as I went through my bedoom. Naked, I padded into the bathroom. An evil thought crossed my mind. ‘I wonder if Mr B would like fucking me in the butt?’ I thought to myself. In all our times, he’d never mentioned anything like that.

I went to the medicine cabinet and got two enema bottles, and hunched down on the floor, sticking my butt up in the air. I reached around behind me and pushed the first bottle’s little nozzle up in me, and squeezed all the stuff out. It was cool, but felt kinda nice as it went in my butt and filled me up. I wriggled my butt around a few minutes and then sat on the toilet and grinned as I squirted all the stuff out. Then I wiped and did it again. This time I checked before I flushed and everything looked pretty clean. Cool.

By now the tub was getting full, so I lowered myself down into it, sinking into the warm bubbles with a sigh. I loved getting baths. I mean, a shower is nice when you’re in a hurry, or have someone to shower with, but if I’m by myself I really like soaking in a nice hot tub. I soaped up all up and down my legs, and decided to give them a quick shave while I was there. So I grabbed a razor and soaped them up, and then shaved each leg down nice and smooth. I was lucky, my gymnastics and stuff helped me have nice legs, even if they weren’t very long. I let my hands run down over my pussy lips and they were nice and smooth, as usual. I was so glad Christine and I had done that laser thing down in the islands last Christmas. I rubbed some baby oil all up and down from my butt hole to my clitty, making everything down there nice and smooth. I even pushed the end of the baby oil bottle up my butt a little bit and gave it a little squeeze, just to lube things up in there, a little. I didn’t squirt too much up there, I didn’t want to be leaking oil all over Mr B’s furniture or anything! LOL!

I laid back in the tub and just soaked for a while, running my soapy hands up and down my body, over my boobs and all. I liked that feeling, warm soapy water on my boobies. I looked at the rings in each nipple, and decided to put in some sparkly barbels when I got out. I tweaked my nips and made them get nice and hard, and I loved the little sparks of hotness they made on my chest. I could even feel my pussy clench when I got excited. I couldn’t help it though, I rubbed my clitty around in circles and the good feelings were just too nice to stop. I loved how my clit felt since the doctor had removed some of the hood around it, she stood out so nice and proud and pink. I grabbed a mirror and held it up down there and inspected.

The top of my inner pussy lips met in a nice clean upside-down “V”. The outer pair were getting thick and fleshy, but not too much. My ‘cameltoe’ was plump and well defined. I guess it helps that I have a pretty good sized thigh-gap there, there’s probably about two or three inches between my thighs at the very top. I was reading about that. A lot of models have it. Evidently some guys like it, some don’t. The inner set of lips were thin and smooth, and nice and pink. They maintained the same width all the way down and around my pussy hole until they met again down by my taint. All in all, I liked the way my pussy looked. I know that some girls don’t, we’ve talked at school after gym and all, and some girls hate theirs. I tried to talk to some of them and tell them it’s ok looking, and that most guys don’t care that much about what it looks like so long as they can get some of it! LOL!

My clitty came out of its hood in the little space just above my inner set of labia, and poked out about a half inch, I guess. It was almost always out there, just waiting to be rubbed and kissed and licked. I rubbed it and pulled on it and pinched it very lightly with my index and middle fingernails, and shuddered at the wave of pleasure that seemed to radiate out of it. It just felt sooooo good. I closed my eyes and lay back with my head on the edge of the tub. I put two fingers up inside of me and rubbed up against my G-spot with my left hand, and rubbed my clitty with the other hand, and WHAM! a powerful orgasm rocked through me, I was thrusting my hips up and down making the water in the tub splash all over, and my breath came in gasps of ‘hunh . . . hunh . . .hunh’ sounds that echoed around the big tile bathroom.

In my mind’s eye I was picturing Spence and Daddy and Mr B and Mr Alex and dozens of other faceless men, their big huge penises all pointed at me while they rubbed and jerked at them. They were like silly cartoon penises, all huge and like two feet long, and they all started to spurt and spray their cum all over me while I lay in the tub and big huge streamers of cum were hitting me all over my body and my boobs were getting splattered and my face was getting creamed from every direction. I don’t know why I’m so kinky like that, but I really get off on the idea of men having orgasms just from looking at me naked. I rubbed two more big orgasms out of me, and finally lay there breathless, panting, in the cooling soapy water, trying to catch my breath. It was great, I felt so nice and exhausted.

I lay there for another few minutes but by then the water was getting colder, so I hopped out still all soapy and covered in bubbles. I dried off and put my hair up in a bun, and slipped into one of our big fluffy white bathrobes, and stumbled into my bedroom and collapsed on the bed for a nap. I set my phone to buzz at 7:15 just in case I really snoozed off!

It's a good thing I did, because I didn’t even hear Daddy come home around 6:30. He said he looked in on me and I was laying on the bed all tangled up and snoring so he didn’t want to wake me up, the big doody-head! I told him about Mr B’s dinner and he said it was OK, so long as I felt OK going there alone and all, and I said ‘sure, Daddy, Mr B is a nice man, you’ve met him and all.’

He said OK, and that he was going to go out and have some dinner and maybe catch a movie or something, and to call him if I needed a ride home or whatever. I shoo’ed him out of my bedroom and started tossing clothes and junk around trying to figure out what to wear for my seduction of Mr B.

I must have looked through about thirty skirts or dresses and stuff, and finally decided on a super sexy red mini-dress. It had a drape front that hung down and showed about eighty percent of my boobs, it was completely backless, and a tight waist with a drawstring and a big slit up one side all the way to the waistline. Basically, I couldn’t wear any underwear with it. I did find a red lace garter belt and nice stockings to wear with it, since I knew Mr B would really like the view. But no panties or bra. I was shivering with excitement as I hitched on the garter belt and slid the stockings up my legs and fastened them. The dress slid on and I checked myself out in the mirror. Wow! I wanted to fuck me! LOL!!!

The dress was really light, so a stiff breeze would flap it up all over me! I found some nice platform red heels, and a pretty gold necklace and some bracelets on each wrist finished up my outfit for the night. I splashed on a tiny bit of perfume, and some lipstick, and a little bit of eye shadow, but not too much. If I put on too much makeup, I look a little like a clown, know what I mean?

I gotta admit, I was pretty sexy looking. My boobs had really started to fill out in the last few months and I was using a C cup, and I was finally getting hips and a butt (not a big one, mind you, but it was there!) I wish I was a little taller, since I was only about four foot nine, but Daddy said I’d be getting taller soon. He said a little girl’s body can’t grow out in every direction at once, so for a while it was boobs and then it was hips and then it was legs. I laughed and smacked him when he said that, ‘cause I think he was fooling with me.

I grabbed a bag with some lipstick and a hairbrush and my cell, and went downstairs. Daddy was in his den, looking over some papers and stuff, so I came up behind his chair and wrapped my arms around him and kissed the top of his head.

“I’m going now, Daddy, have a nice time tonight!” I said. He turned to me and whistled, making me blush.

“Wow! Sweetie, you gotta be careful – you’re going to give every man within 50 miles a stroke!” he said, beaming at me.

“Well, they can just stroke themselves!” I laughed, tossing my head and acting like a floozy. We both laughed and I hugged him again and headed out.

It was about 7:45, and getting dark, but I know my own neighborhood. I walked a couple of blocks over, and then down another street, until I got to Thompson. My heels clicked on the sidewalk as I walked, and I think a bunch of guys driving past almost drove off the road watching me. I loved it, giggling to myself. Men are so predictable. Show them a tiny little thirteen year old girl in a sexy red dress and some high heels and they almost go nuts. I guess the tops of my stockings showing as the dress flapped around in the breeze didn’t help!

I found Mr B’s house pretty easily – it was a nice looking place, a one-story brick house with a two car garage at one end, it looked like a guy’s house though, with a basketball hoop over the garage door and a pretty messy looking yard.

I was just about to ring the doorbell when the it opened up and Mr B was waiting there, smiling at me. He was wearing a pair of tan slacks and a golf shirt. He was always kinda cute, for an older guy.

“Hey honey, I’m so glad to see you!” he burst out. “Wow, you look . . . fabulous!” he beamed at me, and I blushed and smiled back. My plan was working. I glanced down at his crotch, and was rewarded by the sight of his nicely sized penis making a noticeable bulge.

“Hi, Mr B. Thanks, it’s just some old thing . . .” I said nonchalantly as he stepped back and ushered me into his house. I looked around, it was actually in pretty nice shape, not all messy like some guys. There was a living room just to the right of the front door, and I saw a nice sofa and some chairs there, and then to the left was a dining room, but the table there was piled with books and stuff, and it didn’t look like Mr B used it for dining very often. I saw the kitchen through a doorway from the dining room. I followed Mr B down the short hallway, and we passed the door into the kitchen. Off to the right a little bit down was a bigger room, that had a fireplace and a big TV and a sofa with some big cushy chairs. He motioned for me to go in.

“Would you like something to drink, soda, iced tea or . . . ?”

“Um . . iced tea, I guess”

“Sugar, lemon?”

“Yeah, ok.” I walked in and sat on the sofa, smoothing my dress down and realizing that I could feel the cool fabric on my bare skin, the dress was so short and flimsy. I toyed with my stocking tops as Mr B messed around in the kitchen, and then he walked into the room with a tall glass of iced tea, and a drink of some kind for him.

“Here you go, Julie – hope you don’t mind store bought instead of home-made.”

I took the glass and sipped it gratefully. All of a sudden, my mouth had gone dry.

“N-no, this is fine,” I said, “it’s fine.”

Mr B looked at me with that kind of look I see from lots of men, like I was raw meat and they were wolves. I quivered inside, it makes me feel all gushy when I see that.

“I must say, you look absolutely stunning.” He said, “I wish every young lady looked as sexy and beautiful as you do!” he said, putting his hand on my thigh, fingers dancing on the top of my stocking. I covered his hand with mine.

“Thanks, Mr B, I’m glad you like it. I enjoy dressing sexy, ya know?” I said, looking him in the eyes. They sparkled. For a second we just looked at each other, and somehow, we both knew what was going to happen. For as long as I’d known Mr B, I had a little crush on him and of course he was crazy about me too.

“So tell me about senior high. I guess all the boys there must be crawling all over you . . .” he said, breaking the slight tension of the moment.

“Well, yeah, but not really. I mean, they do and all, but I have a boyfriend. I mean, I hang out with Tommy and Raj and the gang, you know, like I always did, but my boyfriend is special . . . “ I let my voice trail off.

I had a sudden pang of conscience about Spence, but pushed it to the back of my mind. I liked Mr B in a special kind of way, and I knew that we weren’t anything real or permanent or anything like that, not like I was with Spence. And heck, I’ve had sex with dozens, hundreds of guys since Spence and I started going together, and he encouraged me to do it. So I wasn’t really too bad.

“His name is Spencer, he’s a really nice guy, I met him at Christmas vacation last year, and he’s just so nice. He’s handsome, and smart, and treats me really good . . .”

“Well, that’s very nice, he sounds like a nice boy. Does he go to Grant? (That’s the name of my school.)

I hesitated.

“Um. . .well, he’s 24 . .” I said, looking away a little.

I saw Mr B’s eyes widen.

“Really?” he said with a slight smile. “I didn’t think you went for . . .older men” he grinned at me and winked.

I blushed and turned back to him.

“Oh, Mr B, you know I like all kinds of guys. . . so long as they’re nice, and have pretty` . . . cocks” I said, with finality, putting my hand over the bulge in his lap.

He leaned in just then, and we kissed. It was weird – in all the times we’d met down in the basement at school, and the dozens of times I’d sucked his cock, we’d almost never kissed. I closed my eyes and let him push his tongue between my lips, and it was a nice kiss. I felt I owed Mr B something, he’d been so nice to me over the couple of years I knew him, and I liked that.

I felt his hand on one of my boobs, and I moaned. I tried talking through his tongue in my teeth.

“Ummmm. . .i wud to thuck…you” I said, pushing my boob into his hand and squeezing his penis through his slacks. As we made out, I used my other hand to pull his belt open and open his slacks, and I pulled his rapidly hardening penis out into the open air. It was as nice as I’d remembered it, long, thin, with a well cut head and nice skin. I broke from our kiss and leaned down to envelop the head in my cool mouth, laving my tongue around on the weeping glans like I knew he liked. Mr B groaned softly, and continued to palm my boob. Then I felt him loosen the neck strap on my dress, and it fell away from me.

I continued to suck at him as I leaned back and we worked our way onto the nice and wide sofa cushions. I felt my legs spread automatically, and then Mr B pulled away from me, and I was thrilled to see him head south. I held his shoulders and lightly tousled his hair as he moved to lick my wet and ready pussy.

My god he was good! I felt his tongue swipe up and down and across my lips, he knew just exactly how hard to lick and nibble and nip at me. His lips captured my clit and started sucking on it and I shivered with the pleasure he was giving me.

“Oh god Mr B that feels so good. . .” I murmured, kicking my hips up at his face. “Eat my pussy, Mr B, eat it . . .” and I sighed again and then tensed as I felt his tongue part my lips down there and invade my pussy.

“Oh . . . oh . . . oh” I panted, as a climax roiled through me and I shivered. He held me tightly by my hips and mashed his face even deeper into me, and my pelvis and hips urged him on. His tongue made friends with my pussy, and they soon became real pals. I loved the feel of him exploring around the inside of my opening right there, it felt so nice and warm.

Mr B ate me through four or five marvelous orgasms before I gasped at him.

“Enough . . enough. . .please . . .umph. . .” I croaked out hoarsely, pulling him up to my face for a wet sloppy kiss.

I felt the head of his cock at my opening, and I rocked my hips up and pushed, and he popped in several inches. He went “woooof” in my face, and I gulped and my clit caught fire. I grabbed his hips and pulled him in and the feeling as his marvelously long tube of flesh slid up into my small cave was just wonderfully filling. I have always loved the full feeling that a nice thick penis gives me and Mr B was no exception. I felt the tip of his penis smash into my cervix and a brief bolt of pain thudded into my midsection, but I knew what that feeling was, and I worked around it.

“oh my god . . .” he breathed at me, his eyes closed. I looked up into his face, and the joyous feeling I could see in it made me feel so special. I tightened my pussy around his cock, rhythmically milking at him. His eyes popped open in surprise, and he looked down at me. He was living out the fantasy of nearly every male school teacher, deep in the pussy of one of his young students, his cock sliding smoothly in and out of her shaved snatch. I knew it was turning him on, and it was terribly exciting to me, too – the forbidden part of it.

We fucked like mad for several minutes, and I loved the good feelings that I could tell I was giving him, and of course, he was giving me. It doesn’t take much for me to get off when fucking, and I came a couple of times as he pounded into me.

Then I heard him. “Can I . . . should I . . .pull out. . .where. . .to cum. . .” he wheezed at me.

“Cum in me, Mr B, cum in me, it’s OK. . .” I whispered, holding him even closer as he reached his peak. I pushed up against him and he pushed down really hard, and I gasped at the sudden jolt of pain as his penis butted up into my cervix, and then I felt him shudder and I swear I heard the “sssssssssquirt” as a hot and heavy stream of his semen shot straight up into my uterus.

He groaned in pleasure, muttering “oh fuck” under his breath, and I quaked under him as I felt him tense and pulse over and over, squirting four or five strong streams up into me. We both almost passed out from the pleasure we were giving each other, I’m sure. His kisses rained down on my face as we came out of our fog.

“Oh god, honey, that was so wonderful, so wonderful . . .” he said breathlessly, sweating and dripping. I felt his softening penis jerk and twitch a few times as he pulled away, despite my feeble attempts to keep inside of me. I felt the liquid evidence of his lust begin to leak out of my undersized pussy.

“Thank you, Mr B . . .” I gasped, “it was good. But I don’t want . . “ and he realized that I was about to gush all over his nice sofa cushions.

“Oh! . . . yes . . .yes . . . hold on . . .” and he jumped up and ran to the kitchen, his penis flopping kind of comically out of his slacks, which he’d never even had the time to slip off.

He rushed back in with a towel as I sat up, trying to rearrange my clothes and keep all of his sperms from leaking out of me. I swiped at my pussy, capturing globs of it between two fingers, bringing them to my mouth and sucking them dry. Mr B just sort of sat there looking at me with a mixture of amazement and exhaustion.

“My god Julie, you are without a doubt the most . . .exciting young girl I’ve ever known” he breathed as he watched scoop all of his sperm out of my channel and suck it off my fingers. I grinned and smiled at him.

“Well, it’s your fault – you taught me!” I giggled. “Hey, I’m hungry! What’s for dinner!” I chuckled.

Dinner was nice – he had already cooked up some pot roast and potatoes with rice and a green salad I was impressed, and told him so.

“Well, it’s not much. I like cooking for my friends, and this was especially nice.” He went on to tell me the real reason he invited me to dinner.

“Jules, I have some news for you, I hope you’ll take it well. I mean, I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now . . .-“ and he stopped.

“What? What is it, Mr B?” I questioned.

“Well, I’ve been offered a teaching position at Grandview College in Omaha, and I think I’m going to take it. I’ll be moving there during the summer. . .” and his voice trailed off. He could see the cloud of sadness that suddenly came over me. I almost burst out in tears. He’d be over a thousand miles away.

“Oh, Mr B! – “ and I stopped. I was happy for him, but as his news sank in I knew I’d miss him, even though we hadn’t seen each other very much since I’d graduated from middle school. “–that’s . . . great!” I said, trying to sound happy for him.

“I just wanted you to know that I’ll really, really miss you, Julie, you’re an amazing young lady, and I’ve enjoyed every minute I’ve spent with you, both in class and out.” he said, solemnly.

“Me too, Mr. B. You’re my favorite teacher ever!” I said honestly.

We were cleaning up the dishes from dinner and I followed him into the kitchen.

“Just toss them in the sink, I’ll take care of it all tomorrow” he said, taking the plates from me and turning to shoo me out of the kitchen.

In a few minutes, he followed me into the living room with another iced tea for me and a beer for him.

“Mr B?” I turned to him as he sat next to me.

“Yes, Julie, what is it?”

“I want to have you one last time. I want to give you the very best blowjob I possibly can, and I want you to cum right into my tummy so I have you in me forever.” I whispered gently, looking at him with eyes moist with tears. “I want you to always be a part of me . . .”

“Oh you sweet young lady, that would be very, very special” he answered, kissing the top of my head. I melted inside. He was so sweet.

I pushed him back against the sofa cushions, and dropped to my knees between his spread thighs, hiking my dress up so I could move around. I reached up and undid his belt, and pulled his slacks and briefs down, pulling each leg through until he was naked from the waist down. I looked at his soft penis, and it slowly started to harden and lengthen under my gaze. I reached for it. The aroma of our coupling wafted up to my nose and I inhaled our sexual scent.

“Your penis is very sweet, Mr B. I owe ever so much to you for teaching me how to deep throat and all. . .” I spoke softly, turning his penis back and forth in my hand as it hardened fully.

I kissed the tip tenderly and with honest love. My lips pursed to adhere to the flared ridge and I let my tongue dance across the top, feeling the opening there. Closing my eyes, I surrendered to the feelings I had for Mr B and dropped my mouth down over the first few inches of his penis. Slobbering wetly, I let my saliva grease the shaft as I started sucking strongly, in and out, the top half of his cock. I let my hands and fingertips gently massage and roll his balls around in their sack, willing them to build up a nice big load of semen, the last load I’d probably ever get from him. As I sucked him, I thought back to the first time we’d met in the basement storage room back when I was in eighth grade, and he taught me how to deep throat, and then the dozens of times we did it again, over and over, as eighth and then ninth grade, passed. And the party at his friend’s house, where I had my first blow-bang. Every single time was nice, and I really did care for Mr B quite a bit. After Spencer and Daddy, he was my favorite grown up man, and I tried my best to convey that to him as I sucked his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth and throat.

I closed my eyes and just concentrated on giving Mr B the best and most enjoyable blowjob and orgasm I possibly could. I started going deeper and deeper on his penis, until the tip banged wetly against the back of my throat. I still had my right hand gently cradling his balls, rolling them around, mixing the sperms together. I pushed and pushed, feeling his tip nudge against the top of my throat, and then I took a deep breath through my nose and swallowed and pushed down, and I felt his penis ‘pop’ through my gag reflex and angle down past my tonsils. I pushed farther and farther, and my nose nuzzled at his soft nest of hair and belly. I gulped and swallowed again, holding my position as long as I could, and then, gasping, saliva and spit flowing past my lips, I pulled up, drawing in a lungful of air.

“GGGaaaaacccKKKKK!” my mouth and throat made a very unladylike noise as his stone-hard penis came up out of me. I drooled from my mouth, his precum tasting like that salty treat I’d known so well in the past. I looked up at him, his eyes were boring into me like lasers.

I opened, and pushed my head back down onto him again, this time not stopping as his tip bent and pointed down into my tummy. I gulped and swallowed, then came up, and then back down, and I just started pistoning my head up and down all the way, deep throating his entire penis shaft every time, like he’d taught me so long ago, swallowing on each downstroke, rubbing and sliding my hand up his shaft as I came up, over and over, time after time after time. The wet sound of my sucking echoed through the room, and my mind shut off and all I saw, all I had, all I knew, was penis, his Penis, the object of my complete attention. I had only one job, one mission in life, at this moment, and that was to make Mr B have his most memorable orgasm and spill his sperms into my stomach.

Over and over, long minutes of sucking, his hard, wet shaft bulling over and over into my mouth, past my lips and tongue, to bend and slide into the top of my throat. I knew my mouth and jaw would be sore, my throat sore and scratchy. I was so completely consumed with my sucking that the orgasm that suddenly snuck up on me and rattled through my pussy took me by surprise. I moaned and whimpered and quivered as my body celebrated my love and affection for Mr B by giving me a very nice feeling, my clitty felt alive and sparks of electricity radiated out of it into my brain and my nipples. Or maybe they went from my brain to my clit, I don’t know. All I know is that I whimpered and shook, and I felt Mr B’s hand on the top of my head pushing down, and he tensed and his legs got stiff, and then I felt the strong pulse of his first shot travel up the bottom of his penis, across my lower lip and tongue, and then the tip of his penis swelled in my throat and I felt the hot, wet surge of a huge blast of his warm semen fly out, coating my throat and sliding down into my tummy.

I gurgled and moaned around the stiff tube of meat down my throat, and Mr B tensed again and I felt his penis pulse all the way from my lower lip to my throat. He muttered something I couldn’t hear, and his hand pressed down on the top of my head, and I swallowed the second big dose of his sperm. His legs tensed again, and he shook all over and a third big load squirted out of his penis and into my soul.

Then it was just a series of little after-shocks, tremors that passed through his hips and legs and traveled out through the length of his cock into my mouth. I sucked strongly, as strong as I could, my cheeks hollowing around his shaft, pulling every little last sperm up out of his body and into mine, until there was nothing left, and he groaned and pushed my head up and away from him gently.

“No more . . .no more . . . fuck . . .so good . . . so good” he whispered. I just sat there on my thighs, submissively, letting his penis shudder and slowly shrink, bathing it with my spit, cleaning it lovingly as it came up and out of my mouth one last time, I kissed it tenderly over and over, trying to convey my love and affection and fondness for Mr B as best I could.

He reached down then, his hands under my armpits, and pulled me up, to wetly kiss me right on the mouth. I let his tongue dance across my teeth.

“ummmm . . . that was so good, sweetie, sooooo good” he murmured, and I felt all warm and gooey inside. My pussy was leaking his stuff, still, and now I had another load warming my tummy.

“I’m g-g-going to m-miss you, Mr B” I croaked, trying vainly to not let the tears come.

He just held me then, and we didn’t have to say a word. I sobbed for a moment but then it passed. I was happy for him, but also sad, you know how you get when someone you like is going away, and it’s good for them but bad for you.

After a few minutes, we both gradually composed ourselves, and I said I had to leave, it was getting late – almost eleven. We stood up, and I hugged Mr B. My clothes were all twisted around, I had to lift up my dress and straighten my garter straps, one had even come undone in the back, and I let Mr B re-attach it. He fixed the snap, and tightened it just a bit and then leaned in to kiss my right butt cheek.

He walked me to do the door. “You sure you don’t want me to drive you home?” he asked, kindly. I knew he would have if I’d nodded yes.

“N-no, please, I want to walk, it- it’ll make me feel better, please Mr B. I’ll be fine, it’s only a few blocks, and I know this neighborhood.”

We hugged one last time, and he promised to send me an email when he knew his new address, but somehow I knew I’d probably never see him again. I started to hitch again, and I wanted to get out of there before I started bawling like a little baby.

I ran out the door without even glancing back, my heels tapping on the sidewalk, echoing in the warm night air. It was still and silent, all you could hear was some bugs and frogs and stuff in the trees. I walked down the block and turned the corner towards my street.

Part 35 – Betsy asks for help

A couple of days later, I was sitting in my Honors English class listening to Mr Bellows drone on about Jane Austen, when one of the other girls in my class, Betsy Armistead, passed a note over to me. (Yeah, I know. Old school…lol)

‘j – i kinda like brian m. shud i ask him 2 go out?’

I grinned and looked over at her and she blushed red. Betsy was cute, a blonde with an upturned nose and a nice smile, and huge boobs (jealous!!) but she was woefully undereducated. I think her parents were really strict with her and had only just recently let her go out on dates by herself. I guess she thought I was a kindred soul, since I didn’t really socialize all that much with the kids my age any more. It had been months since I’d met Tommy and the gang back in the woods, now that they all had their own girlfriends to take the edge off, and I was usually out with Spence whenever I had any free weekends. But Betsy was pretty shy, I thought, and probably had no idea how to deal with boys. But I knew Brian Mackenzie, the guy she was talking about. He was part of my regular group, I’d sucked him dozens of times. He was a good guy, always appreciative. He had a nice penis, not too long or too big, and tended to shoot a huge amount, which I always liked. He’d be a good match for Bets, I thought to myself.

I mouthed “after class, hallway” over to her and she nodded and smiled shyly at me. I spent the rest of the class scheming about what I could do with her.

Finally the bell rang, and I grabbed my backpack and headed out the classroom door with the other kids. I turned right and walked down a few feet and then waited for Betsy to show. As usual, she was last one out of the class.

“Oh my gosh Julie did you get my note!” she gushed.

“Yeah, yeah, of course I did. Brian’s a nice guy, I guess-” I grinned at her. “Does he make you wet?”

She went beet red. “Of course not! I mean, I like him and all, but . . .” and she stopped for a moment. “I don’t think he even notices me. I mean, I’m just so plain and all-“

I shook my head. “Oh, girl, you need some work. You should have guys climbing all over you!”

“Well, that’s why I need you, Jules. I mean, you’re about the smartest girl in school, and you’re always so pretty and . . . and . . . sexy looking. . .” and she kind of trailed off and looked down. “I mean, I’d never be able to wear . . –“ and she pointed at my skirt and heels, “- that kind of stuff.”

“Shoot, girl, you’d look great! I mean, your boobs are twice the size of mine, and your butt is –“ and I reached out to turn her a little bit for emphasis, “-not so bad”, laughing. “Look, let’s go to my house after school – just call your Mom and tell her.”

“Are you sure?” ‘Jeeze, my work is cut out for me with this chick’ I remember thinking. ‘She’s thirteen and she still has to call mommy for permission?’

“Yeah, don’t have a cow, Bets. We’ll get you fixed up good and proper, ok?”

I touched her arm and smiled at her. Three hours later, we were sitting on my bed. Daddy wasn’t home yet, of course, so we had the house to ourselves.

“Ok, Bets. First off, ya gotta start to dress better. Guys just aren’t going to notice you if you dress like my old maiden aunt, right?”

She nodded.

“I mean, look at me. You never see me in sweatpants or crap like that at school, do ya?”

She shook her head.

“And look, you do like boys, right? And you want to be popular, right?”

She nodded again. “Oh yeah, Jules. I mean, sometimes I lay there at night and . . . and . . .”

“I know. Do you touch –“

“Oh my NO!” she almost shrieked. “My parents would kill me –“

“What! You’ve never . . . at all? Ever?” I couldn’t hardly believe it.

“No . . .” she shook her head, a frown creasing her forehead, and she looked around like she was expecting someone to jump out at her from the closet or something. I could see I had my work cut out for me.

“Ok, first off, you’ve gotta. Trust me, orgasms are the greatest thing ever. You can have ‘em over and over too, if you’re good at it. I mean, really, ya know, why would we have have ‘em if you can’t enjoy ‘em?” I had to go on convincing her for about ten minutes before she finally relented and said she would try to have one.

“Ok, look, let’s do this. Let’s get undressed, and I’ll show you how to do it, ok?” and she got all green for a second. So then I had to spend the next ten minutes telling her that it was OK for girls to have fun with other girls, too, just like guys do with guys.

“But isn’t . . .isn’t that like, queer or something?”

“Bets, you’ve let them brainwash you. You gotta get out from that, girl. Look, it’s OK, whatever two people do with each other, to have fun and be together, if it doesn’t hurt anybody, what’s wrong with that? God never said you couldn’t have fun, right?”

“But . . . um – “ and before she could say anything more, I leaned and and grabbed her head, and kissed her smack on the lips. She struggled for a second, but I held on and wouldn’t let her go. I stuck my tongue at her lips and gradually forced my way in, until we were swapping spit like mad. I could feel her squirm and struggle, and then start to go “ummmmmm” as we kissed. I reached out and grabbed one of her boobs and squeezed. She moaned, and I pushed her back and took over.

She was wearing jeans and a top, so it wasn’t long before I was able to unsnap her jeans and pull the top out of her waist. I reached up under it with one hand and felt her bra, it felt like some kind of medieval armor or something. She had both her hands holding my arm, and I guess she didn’t know whether to pull my hand away from her boobs, or push it on harder.

Meanwhile, I was trying to get her jeans unsnapped with only one hand, which isn’t all that easy, if you’ve ever tried it. I finally got it undone, though and managed to slide my hand down under the waistband of her panties and start to feel around down there. Of course, the first thing I came across was what felt like a Brillo pad of her pubes.

I grunted, and pulled my arm from her boobs and, grabbing her jeans around her hips, I struggled to wriggle them down off her butt. She whimpered a little bit, but raised her hips and let me pull them off, and I just kept pulling until her legs were bare, and I tossed her jeans off the bed. I could see the dark blonde patch of her pubes even through the gross white granny panties she had on.

“Ok, girl, first thing we gotta do is clean you up!” I giggled, and I pulled her up off the bed and literally dragged her into Daddy’s big bathroom.

“First, get those ugly panties off, and jump up here on the sink, girl, we’re gonna shave you like a baby!” I grinned at her.

“What? No, what? Shaved? Like, no hair?”

“Yep, shaved like no hair. Don’t you think it’s gross?” I asked her as she wriggled out of her panties and then sat up on the big sink vanity.

“Well, I don’t know. I guess so, maybe.” She fidgeted on the cool tile, and I ran some hot water into the sink.

“Spread ‘em” I said with a smile, as I pushed her thighs apart. Her blonde pubes were a bit darker than her hair, so maybe the drapes didn’t exactly match the carpet, as they say. Doesn’t matter. Pretty soon, there’d be no carpeting. I got the sink full of warm water and started splashing it up on her, and then lathered her up with some of my Daddy’s shave cream. When I had her good and lathered, I started sliding one of my old Lady Gillettes down over her mound, taking the worst of it off in a few minutes, using more lather and hot water when I needed to. I pushed back on her tummy to get her to lean back and open up when I needed to get in there and get close, and it took me a while, but I finally got her pretty well trimmed down. She’d been breathing kinda heavy the whole time, I guess having another girl down there in her “private parts” was too new to her.

Splashing her crotch with water, I cleaned her off and finally patted her down with a towel.

“There. Much better, doncha’ think?” I said, handing her a mirror so she could take a good look. She seemed fascinated. I rubbed a little bit of baby oil on her mound just to help her adjust.

“Wow! That’s me? Really . . . ?” she murmured.

“Yeah.” I said, helping her down off the sink. I pulled her back in to my bedroom and shoved her backwards onto my bed.

“JULES!” she shrieked, laughing, as I jumped in between her legs and pushed her thighs apart. I bent my face into her, inhaling her scent, partly shave cream and partly teenage girl. I took a tentative lick along one side of her pussy, and she moaned and put one hand on my head.

I grabbed her clitty with my lips and started tonguing it back and forth, and she quivered and shook and within about twenty seconds her hips started bucking up and down in my face and she was grunting and groaning and then she tightened up like a bow and raised her hips up off the bed until I nearly had to stand up to keep my mouth around her pussy. Then she screamed out loud and came back down and her whole body was vibrating, so I kept at her, licking her pussy lips up and down and pushing my tongue up into her as far as I could, she was tiny and tight. I ate her through at least two more good cums, and she finally gasped “stop,stop!” at me and pushed my head away. I gradually pulled away and turned my face to wipe my wet mouth on the inside of her thigh, and then came up her body and kissed her nose. Her eyes were closed and she had a dreamy kind of look on her face.

“Hmmmm.. ?” I nuzzled her neck.

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” she moaned back at me, and I took that for pleasure.

After a minute, her breathing slowed down and quieted. She had a hold of my hand in hers, and her grip was pretty tight.

“What’d I tell ya?” I grinned down at her.

“My gosh . . . that was . . .incredible. Do they always . . . feel like . . . that?” she stuttered.

I looked down at her face. So innocent. “Well, no – sometimes they’re better!“ I smiled. I pulled up her top and we wriggled her out of it and I unhooked her bra, so she was now finally naked, except for her socks. I stood up next to the bed and quickly shimmied out of my dress and bra, and jumped back in the bed with her. I leaned on my side, my elbow on the pillow and held up the side of my head with my hand.

“Bets, having orgasms is just fine. It’s natural. It’s how your body reacts to stimulus. There is ABSOLUTELY nothing wrong with having one, or two or however many you want. I learned long ago to give myself as many as possible, and trust me, sometimes you just go off and the whole universe is like a giant firecracker and you think you’re going to die, you feel so good. It’s great!” I gushed at her. I was idly toying with her left nipple, and then I took her hand and moved it down to my pussy, and I showed her how to play.

Five minutes later we were face-to-crotch, in a 69 position, and I was busily lapping at her untouched folds, and she was tentatively licking me, but she seemed to be getting bolder. I hunched down at her and after a few minutes, we found a nice rhythm. I exploded, gushing juices down over her face, and she grunted and flipped her hips up at me a few moments later.

Bets and I spent the next hour exploring each other, and I educated her on the finer points of being a teenaged girl.

“It never hurts to look good and attractive. Boys love it, trust me. Other girls might not, they’ll call you a slut and stuff, but just ignore them. They’re jealous of your freedom. You shouldn’t care what they think, ok?”

She nodded, unsure, but now that I’d shown her how good it feels to be a girl, I think won her over.

“Now, clothes. First off, you have a bitchin’ bod, girl, use it. Don’t be ashamed. When you want to catch someone’s attention, ya gotta use the right packaging. Keep those skirts and dresses short, show some leg, learn how to wear high heels, you know, all that sexy stuff they tell us not to do.”

She gulped.

I went on to explain about stockings and how I learned to wear them instead of pantyhose and all, and she was a little reluctant about that, but I decided to work on that later with her. She seemed fascinated by my nipple jewelry, so we talked about that for a while. She had good sized boobs, firm C cups probably, half again bigger than mine at the moment. I told her to emphasize them, they were guaranteed boy magnets.

I even took her over to my closet and I showed her some of my outfits that I couldn’t wear to school, like the tiny plaid micro-mini skit that was only about five inches long and barely covered my pussy, and a couple of my WickedWeasel swimsuits, and my slutty dresses and stuff that Daddy and Mr Alex and Spence had bought me over the last couple of years. She was fascinated by it all. I let her try on some of the skirts, since they fit her ok, it was only the smaller tops that I had that wouldn’t go over her boobs well.

I did take out an old tee shirt of mine that I’d gotten from Spence, it was an XXXL and sometimes I used it for sleepwear. I told her to put it on, and let it drape down over her boobs, and showed her how, when I cut the bottom off and let it hang, it showed some underboob, and she went nuts over how hot it made her look. She loved the idea of a crop top.

She wore the same size shoe as me, so I let her put some heels on and practice. I was flabbergasted that here she was, 13 years old, and had never had high heels on! I started her off on small two-inchers, and let her get used to how to stand and walk, with her hips and ass swaying. She picked it up pretty quickly. I got her up to three-inches and even gave her an old pair I had for practice.

She picked up one of my garter belts and felt the smooth lace and silk between her fingers. Her brow furrowed.

“Jules, these things look kinda odd, but they feel nice. I just can’t believe you wear them all the time!” She looked at me. “I thought they were just for, like, hookers and stuff . . .”

“Bullshit, babe. Lotsa girls wear them. And why do ya think hookers and porn stars wear ‘em? To feel and be sexy, ya dope! But not all the time. Sometimes, I just wear thigh-highs, they stay up by themselves, ya know? But if I wanna feel really sexy and all, I put on stockings. Believe me, there’s nothing so cool as feeling nice, smooth nylon on your legs, and the feel of the belt around your waist and knowing that you’re wearing just the sexiest kind of stuff that’s kinda wicked.”

I paused, looking at her with my eyes shining.

“Ya wanna try one?”

She looked at me with a combination of desire, fear, and awe in her eyes.

Then she raised her eyebrows and nodded.

I dug around in my bureau for one of my nicer belts, and pulled out a really comfy, well-made white lace number with cute panels and a big, wide main belt part, with four smooth satin suspender belts hanging down, with metal clips. I turned and held it out to her.

“That’s . . . beautiful” she breathed, her eyes moistening.

I knelt behind her and fastened it just above the cute little cleft in her butt, and got it positioned right.

“They sit up around your waist, like this, not down on your hips like a thong or whatever, ya know?”

She grunted. “Ummhumm. It feels. . . weird, I guess. What about panties? Where do they go?”

“Well, if ya even wear any-“ and I grinned at her, “-you should put them on over your garterbelt, so you can go pee without unhooking everything, see”

I grabbed her hips and spun her around, pulling lightly on the suspender straps and fussing with her.

“See, here’s what makes a garterbelt so cool looking – see how it hangs down and frames your coochie? And the other straps in the back go down over your butt cheeks.” I pointed her at my big mirror that went from the floor all the way to my ceiling. She gasped.

“Cute, right?”

“Yeah, I guess. Now what?”

“Now comes stockings. They come in all colors and styles, from plain old natural skin tone, to patterns and all sorts of stuff. I usually just wear nude, black, white or red, or something simple. But ya wanna make sure you get good ones. The cheapos that you buy from WallyWorld or crap like that are junk, they’ll get runners right away.”

Betsy kept nodding at me.

“The good thing about stockings, is like, if you get a runner, you only hafta throw away one leg – not like ugly pantyhose where you wasted the whole thing, right?”

I rummaged around and found a nice pair of white stockings that I’d worn a few times, they had a nice heel and toe and a cute lacey top, even though they weren’t stay-ups. I pulled her over to the bed, and sat her down, and showed her how to roll the stocking up, and then put it over the toes of one foot and pull it up, slowly.

“Ya gotta watch your fingernails, just do it slow and smooth. Part of it is feelin’ how sexy an’ smooth it feels as you roll ‘em up your leg.” I helped her get one of them up her leg.”

“You want to pull it up as far as it goes – at least halfway between your kneecap and the top of your thigh, see?” and I showed her how to pull it up to the right spot.

“Then, you fasten the front clip-“, and I showed her how to bunch up a bit of the top and get the clip fastened right, “-and then kinda bend around and fasten the back one. That’s a little tougher.”

I showed her how to fasten the rear clip. “Now, you do the other leg.” And I watched her do it. She was extra careful as she rolled the stocking up her bare leg, and I was surprised at how sexy it was to watch her do it. I beamed as she fastened both clips without any fuss, and then stood and twirled around, looking at herself in the mirror. She looked at me with wide eyes.

“Wow! I can’t believe, like, how cool they look! It’s really neat!” she gushed. “I never thought I’d look sexy or anything!”

“Go up on your tip toes, like you were wearing heels, and you’ll see what they do to your legs and butt.” She did, she went up like a ballerina, and then looked over her shoulder at her image in the mirror.

“Ooooh jeeze Jules! No wonder you like ‘em!” she grinned. I slipped her feet into a pair of my black heels and she spend the next ten minutes posing, primping, and prancing around like she was getting ready for the Victoria’s Secret runway. I felt so good for her, she’d been so unsure of herself, with shyness and low esteem, and now she looked ready to take on the world. She looked a little odd, with the garter belt, stockings, high heels, and a cropped tee shirt but she could carry it off.

We talked about some of the boys in school, she wanted to know all about them, and I guess she thought I was as good a source as any. I told her how most of them were OK, but they were just as shy and unsure and geeky as she was, but that if she really liked a guy, it was OK to tell him. I told her the most important thing.

“Guys think with their dicks. They can’t help it. You can use that fact to be in control!”

She blushed red again. Then she leaned in to whisper to me conspiratorially.

“I saw Roger Davis’s thingy once. He showed it to a bunch of us girls in 6^th grade!”

I made a face.

“Thingy? That’s what you call it!” I laughed. “C’mon, what’re you, nine? It’s a cock. Or a dick.”

She got even redder. “JULES!” and we both dissolved into giggle-fits for a minute.

“Hey, it’s fun to use those words” I finished up when we composed ourselves a few minutes later. I went on to explain “-no guy is going to feel sexy if you said ‘hey buddy, please put your penis in my vagina, ok?’” and we started laughing again.

“But aren’t they kind of . . . gross? Boy’s . . . pen- . . . cocks?” she said looking very serious at me.

“Nah, not really. Some of them are really . . .-“ and I stopped for a second. “-beautiful.”

“What about that skin at the end?” I wasn’t sure what she was talking about for a sec and then I realized that Roger Davis must have been uncircumsized when he waggled it at them.

“Silly – that just means he’s not circumsized” and then I had to go into a whole thing about how some guys are trimmed back when they’re born and some aren’t and that whole thing.

“I like them cut – I think the head looks cute, and it’s a lot nicer feeling in your mouth” and of course when I said that, Betsy just about had a bird.

“You- . . .you’re MOUTH!” she shrieked.

“You wouldn’t believe it!” I breathed. I didn’t want to go into too much detail about my history, until I was sure I could trust her – and I certainly wasn’t about to tell her about Daddy and Spence and all.

“Well, a couple of times, yeah-“

“Who! Who! Who! You have to tell me, Jules!” she asked, seriously.

“No way. But I’ll say this – once you’ve got your mouth on his cock, a guy will do anything, I mean ANYTHING, for you. It’s the key to the whole thing.”

Once again, Betsy’s eyes were wide as saucers.

“Ya gotta tell me Jules, what’s it like? I mean... did he ...did you...I kinda thought about it-“

She confessed that she’d often daydreamed of sucking a guys cock. I found it hard to believe, her being so innocent and all, but I guess she heard about it somewhere.

“You know, having a guy just hold my head and shove his . . .thing into me over and over . .”

That was it, now. She was a little subby, kinda just like me.

Just then I heard the front door open and close, meaning Daddy was home. I had to get Bets out of here, I needed to jump his bones badly, and couldn’t do it with her here.

“Is that your father?” she asked. “I think he’s cute, for an old guy.” She confessed with a little smile.

I could see why – her parents were both at least 10 years older than Daddy, in fact I bet her father had to be at least 60. She always said she was an “accident” to her mother. No wonder she felt so low. Everything was starting to fall into place now.

I said, “Quick, put your pants and top back on, you can keep the stuff underneath for now.” And she looked really grateful. We got her composed, dressed back up like some kind of Mormon or whatever, and went downstairs.

I found Daddy in the kitchen. “Daddy, this is Betsy – she needed some help with . . . fashion” I said with a little wink to her. She turned beet red again and kinda stammered ‘hello’ and then almost ran out the door. I followed her and grabbed her arm before she ran off.

“Tomorrow. In school. Wear a dress for gosh sakes, and I dare you to wear the stockings!” and we both giggled again, and she headed home.

Back inside, I went into talk to Daddy.

“She’s so backwards, Daddy. Her mom and dad won’t hardly even let her date or anything, and she’s got the ugliest clothes to wear.”

“Well, that’s too bad, sweetie. I hope you’re helping her out?” he said.

“Yeah. Ummmm, she thinks you’re cute, too!” I said, smiling at him.

After dinner, we were in the family room watching TV. I was laying across the sofa, with my head in Daddy’s lap, softly sucking on his penis, and he was stroking my hair. I had on a pair of satin boy-shorts and that was it.

“Daddy?” I said, stopping for a minute, swallowing roughly, and looking sideways up at his handsome face.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Would you mind if I told Bets about us?”

He stiffened. Not down there, I mean. I mean, his whole body went rigid, and his hand tightened on my head.

“You didn’t-“

“No! No!” I hurriedly said, “I’ve never told anyone Daddy, I swear!” I said.

“OK, I believe you, baby, I believe you. But I don’t think it would be a good idea to tell her, you never know about someone. If she ever slipped . . .”

And of course he didn’t have to finish. I knew how much trouble he could get in.

I just dipped my head and put his penis back in my mouth, and got back to work.

Part 36 – Betsy, Part B

Over the next few days, I started hatching a plan to get Bets fucked. Daddy and I discussed it and he said it was one of those risky things that could get me in trouble but so long as we were careful, he’d stay out of it. So I put my plan into action.

A couple of days later, I invited Bets back over after school, I told her we could go through my stuff and see if there was anything she wanted to ‘borrow’ and wear. I’d been just a little surprised the other day after our first meeting, when she did actually come to school with a skirt on, it went down to her knees, but I could see she had my white stockings on under it. We sat at lunch and she said she felt so naughty and sexy all day sitting in class with sexy underwear on. I told her that was a good start and we chatted about other stuff too.

So on this afternoon, we came home and went straight up to my room. I made sure to leave the front door unlocked. We went upstairs, and I went through a bunch of my stuff with her, and picked out some things I didn’t wear much anymore and let her take them.

Of course, I steered us over the the bed sooner or later, and we made out for a while and then I started going down on her and twisted around so that we were doing 69 again, and I was on the top, so I could more or less control where she was looking. I pressed my hips down on her, and we were both licking away like mad, enjoying our time. Then, suddenly, more or less right on schedule, my bedroom door burst open…

“OH MY GOD BETSY IS THAT YOU!!” Brian was perfect. I told him about my plan, and didn’t need much to convince him. It helped that he thought Betsy was really hot. I told him to give us about a half hour after we went in, and then come upstairs and basically, just listen for the moaning.

She yelped and pushed me off, and grabbed my blanket but couldn’t get it up over her. There was a lot of shrieking and yelling, and laughing, I’ll admit. Brian came over and sat on the bed. Bets was crying and sobbing.

“Oh my god, oh my god. . .I’m so embarrassed” and she went on and on. I put my arms around her shoulder and tried to comfort her. But Brian had a part to play.

“Oh my god Betsy I didn’t know you were lesbian! And here I was going to ask you out this Friday night…”

He could hardly keep a straight face. Bets continued to sob, hiding her face in her hands. She looked up at him.

“No! No! I’m not, really, I’m not, I was just . . . “ and she devolved into another round of sobbing.

“Well, let’s prove it then, kiss me.”

All of a sudden the sobbing stopped. She looked up at him, and snuffled.

“Wha- . .what?”

He leaned down and put his hands on either side of her face and gave her a good lip lock. She moaned through the tongue in her mouth. Brian continued to press, and he gradually got her laying back down on my bed. I went in to add even more stimulus, latching onto one boob and sucking it strongly. Her nipple hardened almost immediately.

The two of us worked on her for a few minutes. I sucked her boob, and let one hand slide down to rub lightly over her mound. Brian was kissing and sucking at her face and neck, and I’m sure he would be leaving at least one hickey! But she was moaning and groaning and clutching at him like he was a life preserver on the Titanic. Suddenly she tensed and whimpered a little cry and her hips pushed up against my hand, and I felt a sudden but seemingly quite strong, orgasm course through her body. She arched up for a long moment, her hips up in the air, as my fingers danced over her clitty and pussy lips, which by the way were absolutely soaked.

Brian continued to kiss her through her climax, until she finally went “woof” and settled down flat on the bed again, her body still shaking every five or ten seconds as her orgasm echoed away.

“Well…” he said, as he finally pulled away and let Betsy come up for air. She gasped and huffed and puffed, her face red, her lips moist and wet from Brian’s tongue. I had hold of her shoulders now, and her wheezing and crying had pretty much slowed down. I think she was just overwhelmed with emotion and feeling - scared, hot, horny, embarrassed, and a dozen other sensations danced around her erogenous zones, zones which had just recently been opened for business.

“That must have felt good!” I whispered at her quietly. She just closed her mouth and nodded her head. “And look at what you did to Bri!” I said, holding her head and pointing it at Brian’s fully hard cock, a nice cock, not really big or fat, but pretty. Maybe five or so inches, just about perfect for the next part of my plan. He was slowly fisting it, and a bead of clear pre-cum had already bubbled from the tip. He was circumsized, too.

“You can’t leave him like that now, can you? That wouldn’t be nice, after what he did for you. . .” I trailed off, seeing if she’d get the hint. She didn’t. She just lay there dumbly.

“Sweetie – “ I spoke, looking her right in the eye, “-you need to give him a blowjob.” I felt her body shudder at the thought, and her legs clenched.

“I – I . . .don’t know . . . how . . “ she whispered.

“I know. I’ll show you. C’mere.” And I pulled her up, and maneuvered her down so she was kneeling in front of Brian, who stood silently by the side of the bed, his pants down around his ankles, still slowly fisting his cock. I knelt by their sides, and reached up to lightly grab Brian’s cock.

I held my other hand lightly but firmly between her shoulder blades, and slowly pushed her upper body towards the first penis she’d ever really dealt with as a girl or woman. Her eyes were wide open, like the proverbial deer in the headlights. I watched, amused, as her mouth opened slightly almost automatically. I brought the two pieces together, a hard boy-cock, and a virginal 13-year-old little girl mouth, until his tip just touched her bottom lip. She gave a little squeak as the two pieces of flesh met and her eyes twisted over to me with a spark of fear.

“It’s ok, you’re fine. It won’t hurt. You’ll love it. So will he . .” I kept repeating the words of encouragement and support.

“Now, use your tongue. Get it wet. Spit is good. The more the better. Adjust. Swallow. Now get it wet again.”

I moved her head down the shaft until her lips popped over the ridge of his crown and closed around his cock. I looked up at Brian, his eyes were closed, and I imagined that he was trying desperately not to orgasm too soon.

“Brian, don’t you dare cum until we’re ready, do you hear me?”

“Un-hunh. . .”

I pulled Betsy’s head back until the tip almost came out, and then pushed her back on, this time getting another inch or so into her mouth. I did that a few times, so she would get the idea of moving her head back and forth.

“Keep the suction going. Don’t let up.”

I pushed farther, and she gagged a little as the cock head came into contact with the soft flesh at the back of her mouth.

“Don’t worry – that’ll stop. It’s just a reflex.” She grunted and I noticed that one hand was down masturbating her pussy like a madwoman. Good, I thought, she’ll associate this with orgasms.

On the next down stroke, just as she went to gag again, I held her head. “SWALLOW!” I ordered, and I watched her neck gulp.

“Good, good.” I pulled her back, let her catch a breath, and pushed her down again. Again, when the cock hit the back of her throat, I commanded her to swallow, and she did. She was getting the idea. I could feel her body start to relax as she gave herself up to the job, breathing heavily through her nose, gulping down her spit and pre-cum as she went back and forth. Then, once I felt she was ‘in the zone’ as she reached the limit we’d set, I pushed harder, and she swallowed, and her face slid in that extra inch or so, and her nose pushed up against Brian’s tight tummy, and she went “ummmmmmmmmm” deep in her chest and I whispered in her ear, ‘Yeah babe, you got it. You got his whole cock down your throat. You’re deep-throating!’ and just then I felt her give out a little moan and a shudder and she had a mini-orgasm at the thought. Perfect.

I held her down for a long moment, and then let her up. She came up off the cock with a gasp and a groan, her mouth flying open, spit and precum and gunk swaying around off her lips. She breathed in and out, and turned to me, her eyes bright with sexual fever.

“Are you friggin’ kiddin’ me!” she gasped, a line of spit drooling out of the corner of her mouth to fall down onto one heaving breast. “Oh my gosh!”

She looked up at Brian. “Does that feel good?” He just nodded dumbly. I took my hand off of Betsy’s back and let her finish up.

“Ok, just keep on going. At some point, you’ll feel his cock sort of tremble and it may even get a little bigger. Then he’ll cum. You hafta swallow all of it, understand?”

She looked at me a little scared. “It won’t kill you.” But she didn’t look exactly like a kid on Christmas morning.

She enveloped Brian’s cock again, and after a little bit of trepidation, started inhaling it all the way down, almost like a natural. Her fingers were going full speed down below. I looked up at Brian. He was nodding, and I could see that he wouldn’t be lasting too much longer.

I put a hand on her shoulder as she levered back and forth.

“He’s close . . . keep going . . . that’s it . . . keep going . . . don’t forget to swallow . . . “

There was no other sound in the room except the rhythmic ‘gurk – gurk – gurk – guuurk’ of her fellatio.

Suddenly I heard Brian exhale and Betsy went “gaaaaaaaack!” and choked. I saw her neck visibly throb, as he blasted a healthy teenage wad down her throat. She swallowed again, and Brian cried out, but I think it was all just a little too much for my young charge, as she suddenly lurched and heaved back, and Brian’s still shooting penis came up out of her mouth. I grabbed her head so she couldn’t duck, and held the base of his cock with my other hand, and as Brian blew, I scattered his shots all over her sweaty blonde face. One huge rope laced right up across her nose and over one eye socket into her bangs, and then another blew across the other cheek and almost into her ear. I loved watching her flinch through the facial. One thing is, though – she never stopped rubbing out her own climax.

By the time Brian had emptied his balls, her face was well decorated with his pent up semen. There were big drops of it on both cheeks, her forehead, and that one eye socket was pretty well filled.

“Don’t open your eye!” I cautioned her. Meanwhile, I bent down and, holding her face with both of my hands, I started vacuuming up the sperm from her skin, up one side and down the next, then across her forehead and into her spermy eye. My mouth filled as I cleaned her off, and then, when I was satisfied that I got 99% of the sperm off of her, I looked her in the eyes and smiled behind my wet lips, and then leaned in for the kiss and snowball. Her eyes widened at my touch, and we never closed them or lost eye contact as I transferred the rest of Brian’s semen to her, our tongues dueling back and forth to share the salty treasure. When I was sure she had it all, I reached down and massaged her throat as she primly swallowed down our combined spit and Brian’s sperms.

Meanwhile, Brian had collapsed back onto a chair, exhausted and, I’d imagine, pretty well satisfied, with a goofy look on his face. I looked at Betsy, she still had a bit of sperm dripping from her chin, which I wiped off with one fingertip and fed to her. Hugging her, I stood us both up and we collapsed back on the bed on our backs.

“Whew! My goodness!” she breathed, “is it always like that?” Her words were rough and clotty, like she still had a glob of cum in her throat. But she was smiling.

“Depends. It can get pretty intense, I guess.”

Brian spoke up. “Bets, that was the most amazing thing I’ve ever done. Man, I’m just wore out!” he said, somewhat theatrically.

I shooed him out, but not before he made a date with Betsy to go out on Friday nights. I thought she’d explode. We were both giggling and laughing and hugging. Little did she know that it was all a setup.

“Oh my gosh Jules, he asked me, he asked me out!!!” she jumped up and down on her knees on the bed, her sweaty boobs bouncing around and almost hypnotizing me.

“I knew he would, Bets, you’re great. Just need some faith, that’s all, baby, just some faith. And remember to not let your parents get on.”

She stopped suddenly. “Oh my gosh. I have to ask permission. D’ya think it’ll be OK?”

I thought. “Yeah, sure. Why not. Brian’s a good kid, they can’t have anything bad to say about him. Not like you’re going out with Dwayne and Trevor and the football team or anything….” And I let my voice trail off and raised my eyebrows, and we both dissolved into gales of laughter again.

“So, how d’ya like your first BJ?” I asked.

Her eyes went wide. “Oh my gosh. It was . . . . it was . . . like . . . like fucking intense!” she spit out and we giggled again. “I think I like cocks! Is his big or small? Do they always spurt like that? Did I do good? Do you think he’ll want me to do it again? On Friday? Should I? I got it all over my face! No, YOU did that, you crazy bitch! You made me!” She was going on at about ninety miles an hour.

Finally she settled down. I told her that for her first time, she was fantastic.

“Penises come in all different sizes. He was about average, I guess. And he was circumsized. When they’re not, the skin comes up over the tip until you pull it down. And cum is good for you. You should never let the guy think that you think it’s gross or icky. OK?”

She nodded.

“And remember – you can’t get pregnant from swallowing it!” and the giggles started again.

“Oh my gosh…what if Brian wants to . . . to . . . you know, use my . . . –“

“Pussy?”

“Yeah.”

“You on birth control?”

“Oh no! My mother would never – “

“Well, you’d better do something. Get him to wear a rubber, or go down to the clinic and get pills. You do NOT want a baby! Hear me? Until you get some protection, just give him blow jobs only!”

She nodded gravely.

Twenty minutes later we were cleaned up, I let Bets take a shower and make sure she had all the cum off of her before I let her go home.

Five minutes after Betsy skipped down the sidewalk towards her house, with her first ever load of sperm sloshing around in her tummy, Daddy rolled up in the car. I squealed and ran out to greet him, grabbing his briefcase and giving him a sloppy and wet kiss. He looked at me oddly.

“Honey, what’s that I – “

“Oh Daddy, I’m sorry – Betsy came over, and – “ and I ended up telling him the whole story, from our encounter on the bed to Brian’s coming in, and Betsy’s blowjob training, and everything. He looked at me with a frown as we sat on the sofa inside.

“What you did was pretty daring, sweetie. You don’t know how it could have turned out –what if Betsy had freaked out and claimed she was raped or something? You need to be more careful around her until you can be sure she can be trusted.”

I knew what he meant. But I knew Bets too, and if I hadn’t been sure she’d go along, I’d have never done it. I told Daddy that, and reassured him that I was very careful. He still shook his head a little bit, I don’t think he was completely convinced.

After dinner, Betsy texted me to meet her at the park a block or so down the street, and I helped Daddy clean up and then walked over there. She was swinging on one of the swings, her dress billowing out from her legs in a cloud of red and white.

“Hey girl.”

“Hey. Everything OK?”

“Yeah. I just had to get out of the house. I told Mom and Dad that Brian wanted to go out with me on Friday, and they weren’t too happy about it, but I whined and begged and pleaded, and they finally said OK. I think Dad was OK with it, but Mom has this big ol’ frown all the time now that Jamie is off at college.”

I didn’t know how her older brother going off to college would be such a big deal to her mother, but I didn’t say anything. I grabbed a swing next to her.

“So, what’re you going to wear?” I asked her.

“Well, do ya think I can borrow some stuff from you? I really don’t have anything . . . pretty . . .to wear, you know?”

I said sure, I was happy to loan her (or even give her) some stuff to make ol’ Brian stand up and salute.

“Want to come over right now, we can go through my stuff and you can pick out whatever you want that’ll fit you – your boobs are never going to fit in most of my tops, but other than that . . .”

She agreed, and we walked back home. Daddy was in his den working, and we poked our heads in and said hello. He waved to Betsy and winked at me. He’d known Betsy for a long time too, of course.

We went up to my room, and started picking through my closet and drawers.

“Ok, first – underneath. Panties, thong, or commando?” I grinned at her.

“ummmm . . . thong?” I grabbed a tiny red number and tossed it her way.

“Stockings or thigh highs?”

“I want to wear a garter belt, Jules, for the first time, out in public. Is that OK?” she asked.

“Of course, babe! I do all the time, remember? Now let’s find a nice sexy one. . .”

We picked out a nice red one and some good stockings to go with it. I gave her a brand new unopened package.

“Now, a nice sexy mini skirt that just barely covers things . . .” It took us a few minutes to pick through my stuff and find a skirt that fit her waist and hips and yet was long enough to go out in public without causing a ruckus, and yet short enough to make her feel sexy.

We went through about 30 tops before we found one that fit her chest finally, and I told her that she didn’t want to wear a bra with it, just button it up as high as she wanted to start out and then gradually as the night went on, she could unbutton here and there. She grinned.

“You know Jules, I never liked my boobs before this week. I thought they were too big. They embarrassed me. Now, though . . .” and she trailed off. “I kinda like ‘em!”

“Good for you. The way I see it, if God gave ‘em to ya, he’d want you to enjoy them, right?” and she nodded and I reached out and tweaked her nipple with a chuckle.

We spent the next hour doing girly things, talking about makeup and stuff like that. It was fun talking to a girl my own age for a change, I really didn’t have much opportunity to. I guess Christine was my closest female friend, and she was ten years older and not really around much. But I liked Bets. Once I’d gotten her out of her shell, that is.

Some how, the conversation got around to Daddy.

“I just think your Dad is soooooo cute, Jules. My god, how can you be in the same house with him day after day? I’d be creaming my jeans all the time.”

“Who are you and what did you do with my friend Betsy?” I giggled at her, somewhat astounded at the change in her, just over the last few days.

“Hey girl, I’ve done a lot in the last few days. Got my pussy licked, and licked my first pussy. Sucked my first dick. And not my last, I’ll tell you that right now!” she grinned.

She tried on various combinations of some outfits. Despite her being bigger up top than I was, most of the rest of her was just about the same size as me. Her butt was also a little bigger but not by too much, and we actually had the same exact 22” waist!

She looked really good in one of my plaid schoolgirl miniskirts and white thigh-highs, with my black stilettos. I had her put on one of my white blouses, tie it under her boobs, and she was really hot looking. I gave her some braceles and stuff to put on too, and I decided to take her down and run her past Daddy to see what kind of a reaction she’d get.

I threw on a robe (all I had on was a small pair of panties, and since Bets was here, I thought I’d better not push it.) and we walked downstairs and into Daddy’s den. He was working on some papers behind his desk still.

“Daddy, can we bother you for a minute?” I asked. He looked up and I saw his eyes widen at Betsy.

“Sure, sweetie, what’s up?” he answered, pushing himself away from his desk and coming around front of it, leaning back onto the front edge and crossing his legs in front of him. He had on a nice pair of grey trousers and his white shirt and tie from work, still, but the tie was loosened around his neck.

We walked in to face him. “Betsy and I want to know if you think she’s cute in this outfit – she has a date on Friday with Brian Mackenzie, I don’t think you know him, he lives over in the Terrace, but he’s a really nice guy and Bets wants to make sure he likes her, but she doesn’t have hardly any really cute clothes because her parents are like, really strict with her, and I told her that I would let her wear some of my stuff and so-“ and I had to stop to take a breath.

“Ok, ok, ok, slow down honey, you’ll hurt yourself!” Daddy chuckled. He put one elbow in the palm of his hand and the other hand up under his chin like he was deep in thought. He peered at Betsy intently, making her blush red. Then he motioned with one finger around in a circle, for her to spin for him. She did, and I watched the skirt fly up just enough to show that she had no panties on.

“Aren’t you a little . . . chilly, down below?” he grinned at her.

“Daddy! Stop embarrassing Betsy. We just haven’t decided on what kind of panties to wear. Do you think she should go with a thong, or with some nice red lace ones, or what?

“Well, I always liked a nice thong, but red lace is good too.” He said, smiling at Betsy. I thought she’d start to drip out of her crotch, she was so gushy.

“Oh thank you Mr Nelson, thank you so much. I’m so glad you like my outfit, I really trust your opinion, you know, ‘cause you’re so . . . cool, and kinda youngish and sexy . . . and her voice trailed off.

I could see Daddy’s pants tented out in front. He liked her look. Then I noticed that Betsy saw it too. She covered her mouth with one hand.

“Oh, my goodness Mr Nelson, did you get that way from me?” she said, in her fake little ‘schoolgirl’ voice. I smiled to myself. She was so blatant.

Daddy went “hummmpf” and kinda cleared his throat. I decided to save him.

“Of course he did, dummy! That’s what guys do when they see pretty girls! It’s our job to make guys get erections! Haven’t I been tellin’ ya that?” I said, mock-punching her on the arm. “Tell her, Daddy!”

He cleared his throat again. “Well, er . . . I guess so . . . yes, actually. When a man, or boy, sees a sexy, pretty girl, he normally can’t help becoming excited. You should take it as a compliment, and I’m sure you’re going to make all the boys get erections around you. That’s a good thing.”

“Gee, Mr N, you think I’m sexy?”

He looked at me with a kind of curious, ‘what-are-you-doing?’ look. Then he looked back at her.

“Well, sure, Betsy. You’re very pretty, I’m sure any boy would be happy to be with you.”

She sidled up to him and rubbed her hand up and down the bulge in the front of his trousers. “Awwwww, it’s so hard! It must be really painful! I guess it’s my responsibility to take care of it now, right?”

Now it was his turn to go beet-red.

“Betsy, are you sure you should be doing this?” he said, putting his hands on her shoulders.

“Well, sure! It’s my fault that you got all hot and bothered, and you’re paying me a compliment by saying I’m sexy and beautiful, and that’s how your. . . .you . . . got this way, then I should be the one to . . . relieve . . .your pressure, don’t you think?” and she cocked her head and pouted her lips, and put on the archetypical ‘bimbo schoolgirl’ act perfected by young teases over thousands of years.

I thumbed my camera, and turned on the video record….

Betsy went to her knees in front of Daddy, and slowly thumbed down his zipper. “My gosh, Mr N, you’re really BIG!” and her eyes went wide. She wormed one hand into his slacks, and slowly worked Daddy’s almost completely hard penis out from his clothes. It came out suddenly, and she smacked herself in the forehead with the end of it, and I saw a pearly drop of pre-cum fly out of the tip and drop wetly into her hair. She looked cross-eyed at the end of it.

Daddy’s penis is quite a bit larger than Brian’s, both in length and width. I saw Betsy gulp. I’m not so sure she knew what she was in for. I know the first time I saw Daddy’s penis up close, I was a little bit scared. ‘Course, I was only eleven, and Betsy was 13 now, like me. She looked over at me with a ‘can-I-do-this?’ sort of look on her face. I nodded and smiled.

She had both hands around his shaft, and pointed the tip right at her nose. Another big bead of clear pre-cum bubbled to the opening, and she stuck her tongue out and tentatively licked it off.

“Mmmmm….” she murmured to herself.

Her hands started moving back and forth slowly, shucking Daddy’s skin back and forth on the hard fleshy shaft of his penis. He moaned under his breath.

“Am I . . .doing it right?” she breathed, looking up at Daddy. He just nodded.

She continued to slide her hands back and forth, forcing those clear bubbles to issue from his tip, and then licking them off each time they appeared. At one point, she reached down and untied the knot holding her top halves together across the front of her boobs, and let the two sides fall open, giving Daddy an unimpeded view of her well-formed firm tits, and the hard nipples that she sported.

Then she leaned forward and opened her mouth, popping the tip and crown of Daddy’s penis into her mouth, closing her eyes and sucking strongly on the end. Daddy groaned. I knew how he liked that feeling, it was one of my favorite things when I sucked on his penis. Betsy hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard on Daddy. His eyes were closed and I know that he was loving it. She pivoted back and forth on her knees, and kept trying to get more and more of Daddy’s penis into her mouth. She was having trouble, though. She just wasn’t ready for someone as big as Daddy yet.

I decided to help. I moved closer and knelt down next to her, taking over the shaft from her hands, and directing her to knead her boobs, I knew Daddy liked watching that. I put one hand behind her head, on her neck, to hold her steady, and jerked Daddy’s cockshaft with the other. I moved her head back until only the crown and tip was in her mouth.

“Keep moving your tongue over the tip of it, Bets, don’t stop. When he starts to shudder and you feel it coming, just stop and make a trough for his cum. . .”

I started up, and Daddy watched closely through almost-closed eyes as his daughter jerked his cock into the mouth of her friend, a friend who was feverishly pulling on her own nipples and kneading her breasts.

Jerking, jerking, jerking. I held the back of her neck, keeping her from moving too far back. I looked up at Daddy, and mouthed ‘CUM’ to him. Betsy was making low guttural noises in her throat as she continued to swallow her spit and Daddy’s pre-cum, in long hot streams. I said, softly but loud enough for Daddy to hear, in her ear, “Bets, he’s gonna cum soon. A lot. Daddy’s cum a lot, especially my Daddy. I know-“ and I paused, for effect and to let her absorb what I’d already said. Then continued. “-I know, ‘cause I’ve sucked his dick a thousand times. And Daddy fucks me too!” and she convulsed when I said that, her tummy rippled and she moaned, deep in her chest, and I heard wetness drip from her pussy, and then Daddy grunted, and I felt a huge bolt of sperm jet up his shaft and pulse, wetly and loudly, straight into Betsy’s mouth. She gulped it down in reaction, and I kept jerking, and held her head steady.

Daddy grunted again, and pulsed another hot, wet stream of his Daddy-sperm into my friend’s mouth, the white missile shooting from the tongue-lashed tip of his penis and ricocheting around her pink mouth, sliding across her tongue like a strip of white paint.
 

“Hold it there, don’t swallow!” I cautioned her, “You have to show us after . . .” and her body was wracked by another orgasm as the obscene thoughts rocked her little brain.

“Oh god, oh god . .” gasped Daddy as he pulsed, over and over, into Betsy’s accommodating young mouth. I grinned up at him, and continued to jerk his shaft. I counted at least seven good, strong jets of his sperm get pushed up through his shaft and into Bets. Her cheeks puffed out and her eyes looked at me with hot, salty alarm. Finally, Daddy started to moan softly as he emptied his balls completely, and the sensitivity of his cock-head became too much for him to handle. He shivered, and breathed softly, ‘no more, no more . . . too good . . .’ and I stopped jerking, and cradled his shaft gently, moving Betsy’s head back with my other hand. “Don’t let it spill, don’t let it spill -“ I cautioned as Daddy’s plum-sized crown popped from her oral cavern. I gave it a quick suck to catch the last dribble, and giggled as Daddy convulsed in a sensitive quiver that went from his hips all the way down his legs.

I turned, and held Betsy’s face between my hands and looked right in her eyes.

“Don’t swallow. Let it collect in your mouth.” She looked at me with slightly wild eyes, I am sure that she had a big mouthful, much more than Brian had given her. Her cheeks looked full.

“Taste it all. Warm, right?” She nodded.

“Move your tongue around in it. Stir it up.” I felt her jaw move.

“Now, open, slowly, and show us. Him.” I said, moving to point her at Daddy’s still-astonished face.

She opened her mouth, and a white dribble escaped over her bottom lip, but it didn’t matter. She looked Daddy square in the eye, and he saw, as I did, the lake of sperm covering her tongue and lower teeth. It was white, cloudy, and I could smell the aroma of man.

“When you can, always show him. You need to show that you appreciate his gift, that you want it, that you NEED it. And you do. Right?” and Bets nodded, slightly. Her eyes lidded almost closed as she transported to that place that I knew, that nirvana of complete sexual surrender, of acceptance, of the role she played. Semen and sperm would now be her holy grail, her life force.

“Swallow. A little bit. Not all-” I held one hand loosely along her neck and felt the muscles spasm and undulate as the first of her mouthful went down her throat into her tummy.

“Again.” Another ripple. It was so sexy.

“Again.”

“Again. Let’s see.” It was almost all gone, just a pale white coating on her tongue.

“Ok, now get it all, get the last of it. Savor it.” Another ripple down her neck. She looked at me.

“Oh. My. God.” She whispered. “Oh. My. God.” Betsy closed her eyes and went “ummmmmmmmmm” deep in her body. Then she looked up at Daddy.

“Thank you, Mr N, thank you so much.” Then she looked at me. “Thank you, Jules. I never knew what I was missing.”

I helped her to her feet. Daddy leaned down and kissed the top of her head, and she almost fainted, I think.

“You’re a very sexy, attractive young lady, Betsy. I hope you realize this has to be our secret from now on - no one can ever know.” She nodded solemnly.

“I know, Mr N. I’ll never say a thing to anybody, I swear, I swear.”

Gradually, we made our way back up stairs, and collected ourselves. I put all the clothes and stuff that I was lending to her in a small bag, and then we both fell asleep on the bed. The last thing I remember is thinking, “I HAVE to get her on the pill.”

From Betsy’s point of view, it’s a good thing your mouth can’t get pregnant!

Part 37 – Betsy and the Bikers

The next day, I told Daddy about Betsy’s lack of birth control, and he was quick to agree that if she and Brian were planning on having sex, she’d have to get something. “And turns out she’s allergic to latex, so Brian can’t use a rubber or anything. What should we do?”

“Well, there’s always the alternative that you and I enjoyed early on.” I knew what he meant. But I wasn’t sure that ol’ Bets was quite ready to get poked in the butt, just yet.

“I really think she’d rather use her cute little pussy, Daddy.”

“Hmmmmmm… ok, how about we contact Dr. Jackson, I would imagine that she’d be willing to give Betsy a check up and make sure everything is good, and prescribe the pill for her.”

I yippee-d, and leaned up to give Daddy a big kiss and squeeze his penis.

Two weeks later, we were riding back from Dr. Jackson’s office about mid-afternoon. Betsy was snoozing in the back seat, Dr Jackson had checked her out, pronounced her fit and healthy, and prescribed a BC pill for her to start on. She (Dr Jackson) also checked me out, making sure that the little things she’d done for me were all good.

I was fine. She looked at my mouth, and the opening of my lips, and pronounced that the little cutting she’d done to make my mouth larger was healed completely well, and that it would not give me any problems in the future. Same thing with my teeny cervix dilation, she looked up in there and said it was all very good. I was relieved at that, seeing as how I’d been fucked like, hundreds of times since she did it. She said that I was in great shape, my girly parts were doing just fine, and there were no ill effects anywhere.

“Must be all the sperms I’m getting squirted on me!” I grinned at her.

“You never know,” she chuckled back at me as I dressed.

We stopped for dinner at a little café by the side of the road. I had a nice cheeseburger, and Betsy had chicken parm. While we were eating, a big bunch of motorcycle guys rode up on their bikes, roaring in and raising a cloud of dust. I shivered at the sight, involuntarily. Betsy went “Yikes!” and was ready to hide under the table, but I grabbed her wrist and tried to calm her down.

“Relax, Bets – they’re probably not here to cause any trouble or anything, not with so many other people around – “ and I waved my other hand at the six or seven other people or couples scattered around the diner in booths and at the dinette bar, “ – besides which, Daddy will take care of us no matter what, right Daddy?” and I looked at him hopefully.

“She’s right, Betsy, I don’t think we have anything to be afraid of. In fact, they may not even come in – see, they’re all just hanging around the parking lot out there, smoking and messing around.” We looked, and he was right - the gang, there were about 20 or so of them, I guess, were just kind of standing around, some of them were looking at the cars, others were just messing around with each other. We resumed eating, and a few minutes passed, and we had all calmed down.

By now, six or seven of the big ugly hairy guys were in the diner, and they trooped down the aisle on the other side of the door from us, looking over everybody. They were trying to intimidate us, I know. They didn’t even look over this way though.

“Let’s finish up and get on our way anyway – it’s getting late, and I want to get home before midnight, if at all possible.” Daddy said, as we watched the gang that was inside take over about three booths on the other side of the diner. We nodded and finished up our desserts, and then got up to pay the bill and leave. While Daddy was paying and waiting for his change, Betsy announced she had to go to the bathroom before we hit the road again.

“Ok, just hurry up, willya?” I said, “Daddy, go start the car and I’ll wait here for Betsy.” The bathrooms were down around the corner of the diner, on the other side. I grabbed a magazine and pretended to read, while I watched Daddy go out and start the car.

A couple of minutes later, Betsy hadn’t returned. I noticed that the bikers who were in the diner all got up rather suddenly, and they left without even ordering anything, which I guess the waitresses were glad to see. I watched disinterested as they jogged out and jumped on their bikes and with another big roar and a cloud of dust, the whole gang took off in the other direction from where we were headed. I breathed a sigh of relief, and went to go get Betsy.

Pushing open the ladie’s room door, I yelled, “Hey girl, get your butt in gear, it’s time to go!”

No answer. Puzzled, I walked down the room in front of the stalls, looking underneath. ‘That’s odd’’, I thought, ‘where the heck is she? ’ I walked back outside, thinking maybe she went out the side door, and went to the car, but she wasn’t there. Now I was a little scared. Where the heck did she go? I told Daddy I couldn’t find her anywhere.

“Wait here, baby –“ and Daddy ran back in to the diner. I saw him talking to the guy at the register, and then they were both looking back and forth, and then a waitress came up and said ...