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Nancy and I, of course, had not ceased our relationship. In fact, it had grown measurably since the afternoon of Jennifer’s ‘deflowering’ by the both of us. We had fucked in just about every room of her house and mine, including the bathrooms, and we’d begun to take long walks in the woods or along the river bank outside of town and always carried a blanket with us so that if the urge came over us (and it always did) we could fuck ourselves sweaty in the open air. One evening we had gone to a motel outside of town and done the illicit-meeting thing and found the excitement of it gave us both such a rush that we began to plan other such role-plays. One such role-play was great fun. She went to an old log-cabin bar about 20 miles from town and I entered about a half-hour later, made overt moves on her, bought her drinks, felt her up right there at the bar where everyone else could see, and took her out of there with my hand on her ass. You should have seen the looks on the bartender’s face and the faces of the other patrons, who probably came there every night of the week to nurse a beer or two. We laughed all the way to an old lover’s lane and fucked ourselves into exhaustion on the laid-down backseat of the family station wagon. We played teacher/student, doctor/patient, hooker/client, and prison guard/inmate. But the most incredible game we played – and we played it more than once – was priest/nun or priest/confessant. Nancy managed to obtain a real, honest-to-God (ooops) nun’s habit, gray with headpiece and everything, and I dressed all in black and bought a reverse collar at the local religious supply store. That was a real hoot. Another joyful afternoon was spent at an adult store on the other side of town. I sneaked her in when no one was looking and stuffed her in one of the small booths. I explained that she had to keep a steady flow of quarters going so that the “in use” light would remain lit outside the booth. I pointed to a sliding plexi-glass door in the side wall of the booth and told her to open it when she heard a knock on the wall.
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I moved to the booth on the other side and heard Nancy’s video begin to play. The channel was apparently set on a video that involved lots of moaning and groaning, because I could hear it in my booth. I slid a dozen quarters in my slot and took a second to see that the video that was playing was one of a woman with her mouth plastered against the shaved pussy of another female who was writhing and moaning in the throes of video-acting passion. My cock was already thickening at the scene and I turned to the sliding door on my side of the wall and opened it. I pulled out my dick and stroked it but once or twice while watching a close-up of the first woman’s tongue tweaking the second woman’s extended clit. I knocked lightly on the wall and was rewarded with the rasp of the door sliding open on Nancy’s side of the wall. I slid my cock through the opening and bounced it up and down a bit before I felt her hand wrap itself around it and slowly begin a stroking motion. Needless to say, the very idea of what was happening here brought me to a much quicker climax than usual and Nancy just about managed to get the head of my cock into her mouth before I blew my unusually large wad into her throat. I could hear her slurping and sucking through the wall and she finished me off with a thorough tongue-bath along the entire length of cock that extended through the wall. I heard her giggle as she stroked my quickly-deflating cock and was rewarded with a warm kiss on the head as I began to withdraw through the “glory hole” in the wall. We sneaked out as we had come in and laughed and giggled all the way back into town at the sordidness of the behavior we’d just exhibited. Yes, Nancy and I had come to an agreement of sorts. We were simply going to enjoy each other’s body as much and as often as we could. Who could ask for anything more?By now, however, I had begun to wonder if Nancy had called a halt to my enjoyment of Jennifer after only one meeting. I hadn’t yet asked her, but I vowed to do that very thing on the very next day, if I could get her alone for a bit.
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The very next afternoon, as I was ruminating and wandering around the kitchen making some herbal tea, the back door banged open and there stood Jennifer with a face as glowing as any grown woman I’ve ever seen, even though I knew she was just a few days shy of fifteen. She closed the door behind her and strode over to stand directly in front of me. She was barefoot and wearing a long, blue oxford shirt that obviously was her father’s. I couldn’t tell, but it appeared as though she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She put her hands up to my face and held it, forcing my eyes into hers. “Mr. _____, I have some surprises for you. Don’t say anything. Don’t ask any questions. Just do everything I ask you to do. Is that a deal?” and she stood on tiptoe to kiss my lips very softly. “I’ll do anything you want me to do, Jen, for another kiss like that,” I replied hoarsely. “Then come with me and don’t make a sound to ruin the mood,” she said as she took my hand and led me out of the kitchen and into the living room. She stopped in the middle of the room and turned me to face the couch, about four or five feet away. She stood between the couch and me and told me not to move.
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She then went across the room and bent to push the old rectangular hassock away from my reading chair and to a spot directly in front of the couch. She came back to stand in front of me and told me to close my eyes and not peek at all until she gave me permission to look. I agreed to do this and closed my eyes. I could hear the rustle of what I assumed was the shirt coming off her body and my mind immediately went back to the day when she had been standing in front of me in her bedroom. I was reminded of those breasts with their incredibly tiny pink nipples. I was also reminded of that lusciously bare pussy, dripping with anticipation for what was certainly going to happen that day. I smiled inwardly and my salivary glands popped into action with the imagined taste of her sweet, sweet cunt nectars. And my cock began to stiffen in my pants, without the slightest attention being paid to it. I heard her whisper in front of me, “Mom told me to use the hassock. She said it would remind you of her and Sebastian. Now, open your eyes. ”I allowed my eyes to slowly open and, Jesus, God; what a vision was there in front of me! Jennifer had stripped the shirt from her body (and I was correct, there had not been another stitch of clothing on her) and had lowered herself to the hassock on her back. There she had lifted her legs up in the air and spread them widely. Then she had slipped her arms inside her legs with her elbows pressing on the backs of her knees and had spread her legs to an almost obscene angle. Her hands covered her pussy mound and I found myself straining my eyes as if I could look through them with a Superman-like X-ray vision.
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“I think you are going to like what you’re going to see,” she murmured and slid her hands up onto her inner thighs, revealing to me a sight I shall never, as long as I live, forget. Her entire mound was covered in a tremendously thick thatch of reddish hair. The light from the window slanted directly onto her mound and it fairly gleamed back at me with highlights of spun gold. She used her hands, sliding them down to her lips, and spread her cunt so wide as if to cause herself pain. There was her Holy of Holies, spread and open for my eyes to feast upon. I began to move toward her, intending to drop to my knees and feast upon the most glorious meal a woman can offer a man. But she stopped me with one word, “No!” I stood rooted to the spot. “That’s not what I came for. This is only surprise number one. I knew you’d like this surprise. Mom said you loved hairy pussies. I don’t think it’s all grown in yet. It’ll probably get bushier and hairier as I get older, according to mom. Imagine eating me with all this hair in your face!” and she used her fingers to comb through her golden forest as she talked. I couldn’t help but notice that the ends of her curls were already wet and remarked about it.
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“Oh, mom helped me get started. We wanted everything to be perfectly ready when I got here. Now, you said you’d do anything I asked, right?”“Right,” I choked out, staring at her pussy. “Then fuck me. Just move over here and fuck me. Don’t even take your clothes off. Pull that fuck pole of yours out of your pants and stick it right into this hairy teen-aged cunt and fuck me. That’s your second surprise. ”I tugged the zipper down in my pants and released my rampant cock and moved between her legs. “Are you sure about this?” I asked her. “As sure as I’ve ever been. Mom said that when you fucked me in my room it was for ME; you wanted ME to cum and to experience everything. Mom says this fuck is for YOU; I want you to shove inside me and fuck me like mom says, ‘Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am’ and don’t even think about satisfying me. Just fuck me like any man would do to any woman. Mom says most of the fucks I’m going to get from guys will be like this anyway, so she wants me to feel what one is like so I’ll know if I’m going to be disappointed.
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”“Your mom is one very smart woman, Jennifer; and she is more perceptive than I thought. Yes, I wanted that first episode to be entirely for you.
I did get an incredible rush from the afternoon but I was really paying more attention to how you felt. Are you sure you want me to do this?” The only answer she gave me was a further spreading of her legs and the words, “Fuck me!”And I did. I slid into her in one easy motion, like a wave when it rushes into the shore and just disappears into the sand at the edge of the water. It was almost like that. No resistance. No hesitation. No barriers to overcome. I was in and at the limit of my length, touching bottom, in one stroke. Leaning over her, I asked once more, “Are you sure?”She slammed her hips upward, wrapped her legs around my waist and yelled, “Fuck me now!”I am almost ashamed to say that it didn’t take any more than four minutes of slamming and ramming my cock into her newly hairy cunt for me to feel my climax mounting. I knew I’d been dripping pre-cum into and around her pussy for the past four minutes, but I also knew that I could not cum inside this young girl’s pussy. I felt myself nearing the edge and groaned, “I’m cumming! I’ve got to pull out! Where should I put it?”In answer, she grabbed my neck with both hands and tightened her legs around my waist, pulling me as deeply into her as was physically possible and said, “That’s surprise number three. Mom put me on the pill six weeks ago. Now, fuck me, mister; fuck me.
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”And I exploded into her, bathing every internal surface I could reach with the pent-up liquid emotion that I’d carried. And as I threw my head back and almost howled at the pure pleasure of this forceful, no-holds-barred fuck, the front door flew open and Nancy ran in, throwing off a shirt identical to the one Jennifer had worn. She, too, was naked underneath. I was surprised, to say the least. Nancy had apparently been standing outside on the porch watching the entire episode. I’d been had! These two little bitches had planned the entire thing. Nancy fell to her knees alongside the two of us, still locked together cock in cunt, and reached for my cock. She eased it out of her daughter’s swollen pussy and immediately popped it into her mouth and sucked it perfectly clean, licking every drop of combined fuck juice she could find into her mouth. She looked up at me, smiled, and said, “Surprise!” I’d about had all the surprises my body could take for this day, and staggered to my reading chair and collapsed. Of course, Nancy proceeded to bury her face into her daughter’s lovely, hairy pussy and with more sound effects than Hollywood could dream of, sucked her little girl’s cunt inside and out in her search for our shared love juices. When she sat back on her heels, Jennifer had already gone limp from the pure pleasure of her mother’s educated lips and tongue. Nancy’s face gleamed with our combined juices and she asked, “Are you ready for the final surprise?”“What now?” I croaked. “I couldn’t stand anything else today. ”“Barbie will be here later today. She’s staying for a week.
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I want you to fuck her while she’s here. ”“Jesus Christ! Barbie?!?” I blurted. “She’s coming home? I thought she lived in San Francisco. You want me to fuck her? How am I going to do that? She’ll slap me silly! I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, woman!” all tumbled out in one long breathy explosion. Nancy crawled over to me and kissed my now limp cock directly on the head and then rose up to kiss my mouth. I could taste both Jennifer and myself on her lips and tongue. I lost myself in that kiss; it was so warm and loving. Loving? Did I really say that? Damn, I must be getting weak in the head. Nancy had become a great fuck partner, but ‘love’ – nah, not me. Nancy crawled up into my lap and rested her head on my shoulder, her bare skin melting into my body’s contours. The warmth was simply indescribable. She played with my chest hair while one of my hands found its way between her thighs and just cupped and held her pussy. “Yes, Ed, she’s coming to stay with me for a week. She wants to talk about old times and have a few laughs. I think she’s lonely out there.
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Her husband isn’t much of a man, to hear her talk; he’s never home, either. He makes a shitload of money, but he’s never around for Barbie to spend it with him. I think she may have had an affair, but I’m not sure. I’m going to find out when she’s here, you can believe that. ”“But, Nancy, how in the hell will you arrange for me to fuck her? That’s a little bit out of range for me, don’t you think? Hell, if I remember correctly, Barbie had one hell of a body when she was younger. I do remember the sunbathing parties out in the back where the two of you teased the shit out of this old man while I peeped from the upstairs window. ”Nancy giggled again and her tits moved against my chest and I felt her pussy lips twitch as my hand stroked along their fat length. Believe it or not, I could feel that deep-down stirring in the pit of my stomach that signaled a hard-on in the making. But she was sitting directly on my cock and there was no way in hell I could get it up in my condition. She continued, “Ed, I have the idea that Barbie might want a no-strings fuck about now. I have the feeling that she’s a bit horny and isn’t getting what she needs at home. I talked to her on the phone for over an hour a few days ago and we made arrangements for her to come stay with me. You aren’t mad, are you?”“God, no,” I breathed into her hair, “I just feel a bit uncomfortable thinking about fucking another woman when your pussy is grinding itself into my cock like this. ” And I kissed the top of her head. “I was really worried when Jennifer hadn’t come around to see me or you hadn’t invited me over to do anything with her after that first time.
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I wanted to talk to you about it today, and then my ‘surprises’ showed up. That really blew me away. ”Nancy kissed my chest and flicked my nipple with the tip of her tongue and said, “We’ve been planning this for a month or more. Do you know how hard it was not to tell you anything when we were in bed in the motel or when we were together all over the countryside? I have a confession to make, too. She’s been spying on you for a long time now. Jennifer climbs out her bedroom window in the back of the house and walks on the porch roof to your window. You don’t know it, but there is a space between the mini-blinds on your window and she’s been watching you jerk off to different sites on the internet. She comes back and tells me what you’re looking at and how much cum you shoot and everything. She’s a horny little bitch. Sometimes we fuck ourselves silly after a visit to your window if my husband’s not home. Do you mind so much? Are we really sneaky? Can you forgive us?”Jennifer had begun to stir and sit up as her mom finished this tale of revelation. She blushed and told me that she was sorry for peeping, but it was “so cool” to see me masturbate to pictures of teen-age girls and older men fucking and sucking. She told me that it made her feel good to think I was pretending it was she and I in the pictures. I told her that there was nothing to forgive and that I, too, had a secret to reveal. “Now, I don’t want you to get mad at me, but you’re not the only ones who’ve been spying.
But I think I’ve been doing it a lot longer than you have. "“What do you mean?” they both shrieked at the same time. “Were you watching us? How? When? Where?” “Go home and get dressed…jeans and a shirt is ok…and sneakers would be good. Then come back and I’ll show you my secret. But you have to promise you won’t get mad at me,” I said. “Deal!” they said and nodded their heads in agreement. They pulled on the shirts and left by the front door and hopped the banister on the front porch. I quickly got my clothes back in order. They were back in less than ten minutes, both in jeans and t-shirts (still no bra’s, damn it) and sneakers. I led them upstairs and into the bathroom where the attic stairs were hidden in the closet. I knew that their house was a mirror duplicate of ours, so this did not surprise them in any way. I turned to them at the bottom of the stairs and began, “Our attic has never been finished, just like yours. Your parents used it for storage of old junk and Christmas decorations, right? And that’s exactly how we use it, too. Now, come upstairs and watch where you put your feet. Walk on the pieces of plywood I’ve laid down over the years, or on the crossbeams, but not between them or you’ll stick your foot through the ceiling down here.
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”I began the climb and they followed until we were both standing in our pitched-roof attic. “Notice the cement-block wall that separates the two houses? It was added a long time after the houses were originally built. I think your dad wanted to finish off the attic as another bedroom but he never got around to it. What I want you to look at is at the very end of the wall, almost at the eaves. Whoever did the cement work didn’t finish. The wall does not go all the way to the end of the attic. I can crawl through here and get into your attic anytime I want to. ” And I crawled through the space, indicating they should follow me.
They scrambled through and we were standing in an exact replica of the attic we just left, except there were no plywood sheets for flooring. I warned them to be very careful to walk only on the crossbeams and moved to the opposite end of the room. Here there were two small pieces of plywood that I had personally placed, lying across the beams and I stood on one of them while they stood on the other with puzzled looks on their faces. I began to explain, “Remember, Nancy, when you were about 18 or 17; when we had the hurricane come through here? We didn’t get any really damaging winds, but some folks lost shingles on their roofs. Your roof sprung a bad leak and the water ran down into your bathroom. The plaster ceiling was ruined, right? And your dad said it would cost a fortune to have someone come in and re-plaster it as it was originally, right? And he decided to put in a drop ceiling with insulation above the panels, right?”Nancy understood where I was going and moved over to the piece of plywood I was standing on and looked down at the ceiling of the bathroom, which was directly below us. She gasped a bit when she saw the possibilities.
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She turned to me and slugged me on the arm, saying, “You sneaky pervert. How long have you been spying on me? You lifted up a panel and peeked down into the bathroom, didn’t you?”When I knelt down and moved one panel just slightly out of its support rack, she could see directly into the bathtub. The panel was exactly above the tub. Her father had planned to install a new shower/tub combination, but never got around to it, so they still had the old-fashioned chrome pipe circling the tub with a shower curtain suspended from it. My position here in the attic allowed me to peep right down into the area enclosed by the curtain. “Nancy, I’m sorry I’m such a pervert; but you are the one who teased me in your bikini in the back yard. I was only following my male instincts. ‘Peeping Ed’ is what you may call me. And I’ve had some very, very nice live-action shows over the years. And, yes, before you ask, I’ve peeped on Jennifer, too. But not very often. Until we had our afternoon delight a few months back, I was really a bit squeamish about peeping on your daughter. But I did take a few peeks after that date. Not enough to notice her glorious new bush, though, I must admit. That was a very pleasant surprise.
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By the way, thanks for that, Nancy. ”“You peeped on me way back when I was a teenager?” Nancy asked with eyes wide open. “Yep; but I’ll never tell what I saw. I’ll never tell Jennifer that her mother was a horny-toad at the age of 18 I’ll never tell that whenever her mother came home from a date she went right to the shower to finger-fuck herself into satisfaction before going to bed. I’ll never tell Jennifer that one of her mother’s favorite treats was to slowly rub the tube of toothpaste along her slit and then into her pussy to make herself cum. I’ll never tell your daughter that you loved to taste yourself after you’d cum. I can still see you licking your fingers and sucking them clean. Oh, maybe you were pretending they were your boyfriend’s cock, hmmmm?”All through this monologue Nancy was beating the hell out of my arms and shoulders while Jennifer was howling with laughter until she sank to her knees on the plywood and almost toppled onto the flimsy flooring between beams. I caught Nancy’s wrists in my hands and pinned them behind her and kissed her, hard. “Tell me you don’t like the idea of me watching you. Tell me you wouldn’t have given me an even bigger show if you’d known I was up here watching and playing with my cock. ”“You bastard! Did you ever watch Charles and me? We used to take showers together sometimes,” Nancy breathed into my face. “Once or twice I did see you, but I was never really turned on by what I saw. Charles did not come across as a very talented lover, at least not in that situation. You always looked like you were just putting up with his fucking just to get it over with.
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Am I close to right?” I asked. “Yeah; I never liked it when he tried to fuck me in the shower. I was always afraid he was going to slip and we’d break our necks in that old tub. ” And she giggled at the memory. “But now, every time I get into the shower, I’m going to wonder if you’re up here watching. ”“You’ll be able to tell; just look for the corner of this tile. If it’s in its rack, I’m not here. If it’s tilted a bit, ta-daaaaaa! You’ve got an audience!”Jennifer slowly stood up and moved over to our piece of plywood where she slid her hand onto the bulge in my jeans – a bulge I honestly had not noticed was growing. She squeezed my cock and kissed my cheek and said, “I hope you watch me every time I shower. I’ll give you a show that you’ll love. It may take me a lot longer to wash my pussy now that I have all this hair on it, what do you think?”“I think you might have to lie down in the tub with your head at the end so that you can be sure to get your hairy snatch clean. You might do what your mom used to do,” I giggled. “What did she do?” Jennifer asked excitedly. “She’d lie down in the tub and wiggle her ass until it was flat up against the wall of the tub underneath the spout. Then she’d stretch her legs straight up the wall and spread them and turn on the water full force.
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She’d almost go nuts when the water began to slam into her clit and pussy lips. I’ve even seen her spread her lips so wide I thought she’d drown from the bottom up with all the water that flowed into and out of her gaping gash. ” And I jumped away as Nancy swung at me one more time. “Mom! Did you really do that? I do that, too, sometimes. ” Jennifer squealed, “It’s so cool not to have to do anything but lie there and wait for my pussy to explode from the water. I love it. ”After a few more giggles and reminisces, we climbed down the stairs into their bathroom where I deftly lifted the lid of the hamper and retrieved two pairs of panties – lilac bikinis and yellow lace briefs. I lifted the lilac ones to my nose and said, “Nancy, these are yours. ” And repeated the process with the lacy briefs and kissed Jennifer on the nose as I whispered, “These are from the other night when you masturbated in front of the mirror here in the bathroom. I’d know that scent anywhere. ” And I stuffed the panties in my shirt pocket and ran like hell down the stairs and into the living room. The two of them tumbled onto the couch, dragging me with them, and we laughed so hard we all cried. When we’d managed to settle down, the conversation turned again to Barbie and what we might do to actually arrange a fuck for me. I was still unconvinced that she and I would ever hook up, but what the hell; why not give it a try. Nancy was now convinced that the peeper’s hole in the bathroom would figure in our seduction of her friend and we set about to plan just exactly how we were going to accomplish this deed.
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Jennifer became interested in the conversation and asked her mom, “Are you really going to get Mr. ____ to fuck aunt Barbie? Can I watch? Do you think aunt Barbie is into girls? I remember the last time she was here and I walked in on her in the bathroom. I was only about ten but I still remember her tits. Man, they were huge! Or at least I thought so at the time. What do you think, mom? Can I fuck her, too? Do you think she’ll still treat me like a little kid?”“Whoa! Hold on, there, kiddo,” Nancy replied. “There is no telling what Barbie is up to these days. I have the idea that she and Ed will hit it off ok, but as for fucking you – or even me, for that matter – I’m not sure she swings that way at all. ”“But mom,” Jennifer pleaded, “You didn’t know I wanted to be with a woman either until we talked about it. All you have to do is get aunt Barbie talking about sex and it’s bound to come out what her likes and dislikes are. ”“You could always use the ‘you-owe-me’ line,” I added. “What the hell is a ‘you-owe-me’ line?” Nancy blurted. “Well, remember the story you told me about you kissing Barbie’s pussy once when you were teenagers?” I reminded. “What?” Jennifer exploded. “You kissed aunt Barbie’s pussy? When was this? How did it happen? Did she like it? Did you like it? Was she hairy? Was she shaved? Tell me, mom,” Jennifer exploded with typical teen-age anxiety. “It was a long time ago, honey,” Nancy murmured to Jen, “And it was more of an experiment, a dare, really; and I don’t remember much about what it was like – just that we were both scared to get caught and didn’t do anything else.
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”“Well, then, just get her in a giggly mood and tell he she owes you one pussy kiss,” I suggested. “You’ve got to be kidding!” Nancy retorted. “All I have to do is sit Barbie down on the couch and say, ‘Oh, by the way, remember twenty years ago when I kissed your snatch? Well, you owe me one good cunt kiss right now and I expect you to pay up. ’ Right?”We all laughed at the idea and dismissed it as too forward, at least for the time being. We sat on the couch with Nancy on one side of me and Jen on the other – two of the loveliest bookends you’d ever want to see – and I began to wonder just how we were going to achieve this new goal in our sexual existence. And the doorbell rang. .
