Everything changed for me some time ago. My fascination with young boys began when, one night at a club, I met a young man who took me back to his house. We spent the night together, but in the morning, I met his brother Brian, a twelve-year-old boy who had awakened my inner boy lover. His young, soft, and tight body blew off the lid that had been firmly attached for so many years. I took the boy’s virginity, and we made love the rest of the day. In the first few months, we had met in secret. We had many opportunities to do this since his parents were gone a lot, and his big brother, Steve, couldn’t care less about what his little brother was up to.
But after about a year, Brian started growing. His voice broke, his muscles expanded, and his long, slender cock wasn’t that slender anymore. And his watery cum, which was like nectar from the gods themselves, thickened and got muskier with each time he came. And he came a lot when we were together. He was still plenty of fun in the sack, but he just didn’t give me that energetic spark I felt when this had all started. When we’d met, he was quite the innocent boy; that year later, he’d become a very worldly young man.
Thankfully, he knew how to keep his mouth shut. It would have been easy for him to brag about me to his friends, but he just wasn’t like that. We came close to being busted once, but that was when he stayed over at my place. Later, it turned out to be the last time I’d had sex with him, and I was in the kitchen making us early breakfast. I heard the door open, and my heart stopped. It was my roommate Gemma, who was home way too early.
“What an asshole!” Gemma sighed as she threw her keys on the counter and sat at the table. Her blonde hair hung in her face, so she quickly pulled it into a ponytail. Her stylish clothes looked like she’d dressed in a hurry. She was supposed to be spending the night at this one guy’s house, an asshole’s house, apparently.
My mind was racing. Brian was in my room and didn’t know Gemma was home. I didn’t stage the couch with blankets this time because Gemma never came home this early, and I wasn’t going to drive Brian home until ten.
I tried acting cool and asked, “I thought you said he was such a great guy and gentleman?”
“Well… he was. Until his wife came home unexpectedly. He said he’d divorced her, but- oh?”
I looked at what Gemma was looking at since she stopped talking and was staring wide-eyed at my bedroom door. Brian was standing there in all his naked glory, looking freaked out.
“I… I can’t find fresh towels,” he said, quickly getting his act together.
He didn’t act shy or try to cover up, which, as I later learned, saved me. I saw a glimmer in Gemma’s eyes, but she didn’t say anything. Gemma and I walked around the apartment without clothes whenever it suited us, but it was just us. This was different.
“They’re in the bathroom. Come on, I’ll show you,” I said, surprised at how calm I sounded.
“I’ve already put my sheets in your bedroom,” he said as we headed to the bathroom.
“Thanks!” I answered and flashed him a thumbs-up for his quick thinking.
As we entered the bathroom, I breathed a sigh of relief, and Brian pretended to wipe his forehead with a relieved expression.
When I returned to the kitchen, Gemma looked at me. There wasn’t any judgment on her face, just curiosity. I weighed my options. I couldn’t possibly tell her the truth. She wouldn’t understand.
“It’s almost impossible to get some clothes on that kid,” I said casually, “He’d walk around naked all day if I’d let him.”
She grew a smile and said, “I figured that much. Why don’t you let him?” she grinned, cleared her throat, and continued, “Since, uhm… he’s hung like a pony…”
“Gem!” I said, acting offended but glad she didn’t judge.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice!”
“Yeah… well…” I pretended to stammer, “he is…”
“He’s looking mighty fine! In a year or two, I’d take his cherry in a heartbeat,” Gemma chuckled.
I shook my head and pretended to be busy with breakfast.
“What!?” Gemma pressed, “Didn’t you see the ass on that boy?”
“I did,” I said evasively.
“Fuck! And that snake between his legs…”
“You’re still horny… he’s barely thirteen, Gem…”
“I know. But still…”
After Brian had taken his shower, he was smart enough to stay naked to keep up the pretense of walking around naked all the time. He later told me he’d heard Gemma and me talking while he was in the bathroom and figured this was the smart thing to do. And after I pressed on a little, he admitted that he liked the attention.
But to me, this whole thing was too close for comfort. I thought about it extensively but decided I needed to end this. We had another Saturday evening planned where I’d stay the night at his house and leave Sunday afternoon. I decided that this would be the last time I’d fuck my little lover boy. The fact that I felt nervous like a schoolgirl for breaking up with this almost fourteen-year-old boy was all the confirmation I needed.
When Brian answered the door that night, he was fully dressed, which was uncommon for him. Usually, on such a night, he’d be in just his tight boxers, showcasing his prominent bulge. The look on his face wasn’t too promising, either.
“What’s up, Bri?” I asked as he stepped outside and closed the door.
“I… I… I think we need to…” he stammered, and I could see a tear form in the corner of his eye.
“Did someone find out about us!?” I asked, panic clearly seeping through.
Thankfully, he shook his head. It turned out that his parents had another huge fight and were finally getting a divorce. Right now, his mother was gone for about another hour to arrange everything for their departure, and his father was off to his mistress. Their aunt was there to look after the kids, but she was in the dining room with Steve.
Brian and his mother would move in with his other aunt in Hawaii for at least half a year, and Steve would stay here with his father. It was all really sudden, but based on the stories Brian had told me, it was not that unexpected, at all. Brian assured me that Steve and his aunt would stay in the dining room that night so we could still do sexy stuff in his room. But that would be way too risky, so we just talked for a while.
Brian insisted we’d stay in touch by texting each other. I told him about the risks of being exposed, and he agreed. We’d keep things to a bare minimum and decided on no pics.
It turned out, not surprisingly, that the breakup with the young Adonis was easier for me than for him. He did send me a couple of nudes, which I carefully stored in a hidden, encrypted folder in my computer and were masturbation material for months. But after a while, Brian got himself a girlfriend, and our contact faded, which was fine. Sad, but fine. Being the one who took his virginity at a young age, and therefore being in his memories forever, was such a great consolation.
I think the breakup was easier for me because it coincided with the start of my new career. I had a degree in Art that I wasn’t using, and despite all my efforts to land a decent job, I was once again unemployed. The excuse to let me go this time? The company’s dire economic situation required cutbacks. It wasn’t me. No! If it was up to my manager, she’d never let me go.
It didn’t matter. This was another dead-end job, anyway. My fourth job in four years. I needed to find that one thing I liked and was good at. The only problem was that this was easier said than done. I was thinking about my options as I entered the apartment.
“Huh!? Back already?” Gemma asked, buck naked and drying her hair as the steam from her shower exited the bathroom.
My eyes quickly roamed over her firm tits and tight ass, but she immediately noticed something was up.
She sat down at the table and looked worriedly at me. “What’s up, Carol?”
I sighed, sat down opposite her, and said, “I’m laid off. Again!”
“No!” Gemma exclaimed with her face full of disbelief, “Fuck that! Why!?”
“Something about the economic downturn or some shit like that. Don’t know, don’t care,” I said as I slumped down in my chair, trying to act blasé about it.
Gemma held her head in her hands and said, “Fuck, Carol! Why?”
“I wish I knew. I guess it’s finally time to call my dad.”
My father was a pretty successful businessman. He had a couple clothing stores in the area, and business was booming. Dad and Mom divorced, then it was just me and Dad for a time. After a while, Dad met a wonderful woman whom he married. We got along well, and after the wedding, we were a typical family again.
I had a carefree life, and when I went to college, Dad paid for everything. He wasn’t overly excited when I chose a more artistic major, but when I explained that this would help him in his business since I combined it with an economics minor, he was okay with it and never gave me a hard time about it.
But I didn’t want to go and work for him after I graduated. I wanted to spread my wings and find out for myself what was out there. After we talked about this, my father accepted my choice and actually encouraged me to live my own life. So, I found myself a lovely apartment in the city, and together with my best friend from college, Gemma, we moved in there.
“I can cough up the rent on my own for a while, and you know that!” Gemma told me.
“But I don’t wanna live out of your pocket, and you know that, too,” I said and tried to smile at my naked best friend.
“It will only be temporary. It’s more important that you’ll get a job you like.”
“You’re the best, Gem!” I sighed, feeling relieved and glad I had such a good friend.
“Alright. Let’s make a list of things you’re good at and things you like,” Gemma said and looked for a pen and a piece of paper.
She got to her feet and walked over to the living room. As my eyes were fixed on her naked ass, I started thinking about what I liked. I knew exactly what I liked, but I couldn’t say that to her.
When Gemma came back, she’d put on her silk kimono and was carrying two glasses, a bottle of white wine, and her laptop. I joined her on the couch. As she filled the glasses, I smiled at her cleavage. Her kimono hung open and was closed below her belly button. Her nipples were hidden by the silky fabric, but just barely. Our first and only attempt at having sex together hadn’t been a great success. Otherwise, I’d probably be all over her by now.
“Alright. You have your Theater and Arts degree that you’re not really using, but that’s a start. Now… a list. What are your strengths?” Gemma asked as she held out her glass and touched mine.
Yeah, what were they? When I went to college, it was mostly to party. I didn’t fail any classes, though. I got an Art degree and studied various forms like directing theatre, fashion design, and I did makeup for the theater and student films. Still, I actually did better in my business classes.
“I… uhm…” I stammered, feeling a bit uneasy about opening myself up this much, “I’m creative?”
“Creative…” Gemma said as she started typing, “we can work with that. What else?”
I chuckled and said, “I give killer head…”
Gemma laughed at that and said, “There are some jobs where this is a huge plus…”
“I don’t think I’m looking for such a job…”
She looked thoughtfully in the distance and said, “We’d make a great couple as exclusive and expensive prostitutes, you know?” and she smiled broadly.
I smiled back at her and realized once again how much Gemma and I looked alike. Tight, fit bodies that we liked to show off in the gym three nights a week, where we’d turn lots of heads as we walked around. We’d squeeze ourselves into tight-fitting yoga pants and equally tight crop tops to show off our asses and C-cup breasts perfectly, and the cleavage was admired by all the men around us each time we bent over. Gemma’s blonde hair, as opposed to my dark-brown locks, was the main difference between us, really.
“If this doesn’t work out, I can always make a career move,” I said seriously.
She shook her head, “I don’t think it’ll help my career, though,” Gemma sighed.
Gemma was a fantastic marketing strategist. She interned at one of the best firms in the area, and they snapped her up when it was done. She’s rising fast and has her eye on becoming the youngest VP in the history of the company. She could easily afford an apartment of her own, but she said she liked my company and the down-to-earth vibe the neighborhood oozed. I wasn’t jealous or anything, but I sure wished my life was as much on-track as Gemma’s.
“So… you’re creative with blowing a guy… what else?”
“I like shopping… and I keep up with the latest trends…” I said weakly and shrugged. God! I sounded like Paris Hilton but without her money. What did I really want to do?
“Good. Go on…”
“I’d like to do something with clothes or costumes. I loved the backstage work in the theater I did when I was in college. But there’s hardly any work in that. It’s just that… I wish I could do more in that area than just picking up the phone and processing orders, you know?”
“Yeah. I get that. We need to find something more related to that. Anything else we can add to the list?” Gemma asked.
“I… I like kids?”
Gemma looked at me with a surprised look on her face. We’d talked about this before, and we both agreed we didn’t want to have kids. This was too much of a hassle and would limit us in how we wanted to live our lives. So, I could understand the surprised face.
I shrugged and said, “During one of the company’s fundraisers, I had to watch several groups of boys, and I had a great time. They listened to me and behaved themselves without any problems.”
“Did you promise to show them your tits if they behaved?” Gemma laughed.
I had to admit that this had been a tempting idea and had crossed my mind at the time. But the groups of ten- to thirteen-year-old boys I’d supervised had already been ogling my cleavage and ass constantly, so there really had been no need for promises. I’d even seen a couple of tented pants and became instantly wet at the realization that I was the cause of that.
“Maybe…” I said, making Gemma roll her eyes.
“You’re evil, you know that?” Then she considered. “Well, you did have fun babysitting that Brian kid.”
So, Gemma and I talked some more about what I liked and didn’t like. By the time we emptied our second bottle of wine, I was feeling a pretty strong alcohol buzz. Thinking about Brian got me a little horny. Seeing Gemma’s kimono slip open got me even hornier. I put my arms around her. “I don’t want to think about this anymore tonight,” I whined.
“What do you want to do, then?” Gemma asked, as tipsy as I was.
That was a loaded question. I decided to give it a shot. “I want to lick your pussy.”
I could see Gemma think it over. “All right.”
With delight, I pulled open her kimono and pushed her back on the couch.
* * *
The following day, after having moved together to her bedroom and making a better-than-before effort at fun sex, I woke up with a slight hangover. Not too bad because we’d taken time out to eat some leftovers in the fridge, and I had a bottle of water. But Gemma was awake early, so I missed out on waking up with her. She came back naked from the washroom, sat on the bed, and looked me in the eyes.
“I’ve got it!” Gemma softly said but didn’t say anything else.
“What?!” I asked, sitting up and waiting for her answer.
“Don’t judge me here. And hear me out before you say anything. Promise?”
“Of course!” I answered, curious as hell by now.
“What do boys hate doing?” Gemma asked.
“Uhm… showering. Going to church. Eating vegetables… lots of things.”
“Shopping for clothes!” Gemma exclaimed as if she’d just solved world hunger.
“Right…” I said, not sure where this was going.
“And their mothers maybe hate taking their kids shopping even more. So… you take them shopping for new outfits. For a small commission, of course…”
I had to let this sink in for a moment. Take boys out shopping? I was good at shopping. And by focusing on boys, I might even see a couple of them in their underwear. Just like with Brian before he stepped into bed with me and his soft, firm body pressed….
“Carol!? Hello??” Gemma said, snapping me half out of my daydream.
“I… I’m sorry. I think that’s…” I forced myself not to react too excitedly, “You know what!? I like it!”
“I know you’re actually good at shopping. I’ve seen you do it enough to know that much. And the little brother from that Steve guy you babysat a couple of times… he adores you! You just need a good marketing campaign and ridiculously overvalue yourself so the society ladies who are too busy screwing their tennis instructors think you’re the best – because you’re not gonna get the soccer moms. I’ll do the marketing for free, of course,” Gemma said, being the torrent of words she could be when she was excited about something.
“A Personal Shopper. I think this could actually work, you know?” I said, feeling hyped after the idea sunk in a little.
“Of course, it will! But you’ll need a logo… and a name… and…”
“StyleFocus,” I said, interrupting my best friend.
She thought about it for a moment and nodded approvingly. “That’ll work.” The rest of the day was filled with the design of the overall look and feel for the public image of my business: logos, a website, and a mission statement. We contacted my father and showed him what we’d come up with. He said he liked the concept of my company, and we set up a business relationship with his stores. He was delighted to be a part of it, and Gemma got to add his business to her company’s clients.
That day, StyleFocus was born. And I’m still grateful to this day that my best friend Gemma assisted with its birth.
My new career turned out to be even better than expected. Most of my charges were nine and ten-year-old boys, dozens of them in this first year. They were cool, but only there to pay the bills. My main interest was in the eleven to thirteen-year range. Those were the most fun on multiple levels. I’ve taken out over fifty of these. Seventeen of them were very cute twelve-year-olds. Yes, I keep detailed records of them on my laptop. I noticed that in the thirteen-year range, the boys were becoming more independent, so this group, unfortunately, was the smallest. But this wouldn’t stop me from trying to get into their pants…
End of part two
Copyright 2024 – Jason Crow All rights reserved
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Where it began, I can’t begin to know when. All I knew was that right now, I was doing the thing I liked best, and it was currently lighting up my entire insides. My tits were tingling all over, and my pussy was already soaking wet. The reason for this was simple. My thumbs were inside this thirteen-year-old boy’s boxer briefs, slowly pulling them down here in the clothing store fitting room.
“Ohh, yeah…” Damian whispered hoarsely above me.
“Mhhh…” I purred.
His small bush of reddish-colored pubes came into view. There were a couple more hairs there than the last time I looked at his pubes. Gazing at him, I felt my pussy tremble. Two seconds later, his hard, almost four-inch cock sprang free. It was so stiff it hardly bounced as it was freed from its confinement. Without waiting a second longer, I wrapped my mouth around his slender cockhead.
“Ohhh!!” Damian moaned above me, and he placed his hands on my head.
This was what my little lover liked best! I kept my mouth around his cock and let my tongue explore his spongy cut dickhead while my hands kept pulling down his purple and white striped boxers. My eyes moved up over his scrawny chest, seeking his eyes. When our eyes met, I made a show of licking his small dick like a popsicle and smiled inwardly at his hornier-than-horny face.
My hands moved up to cup his small and hairless but extremely tight ass, and I went for it for real. I knew that no matter what I did, this boy would cum quickly, anyway, since he’d anticipated this moment for weeks. But I wanted him to have fun. And there was almost nothing better than having a young cock in my mouth, so I wanted to enjoy the feeling of this slim tube of flesh the best I could.
I kept bobbing up and down, feeling his ass muscles move under my fingers. I considered aiming for his hole for a brief moment, but as the pitch of his moans grew higher, I focused all my attention on his cock. He was getting close.
I cupped his grape-sized balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. This would delay his orgasm for about another thirty seconds, and I let my tongue explore the entire length of his rock-hard dick. I loved the texture of his shaft and made sure to lick it everywhere I could. But when he approached the inevitable point of no return, I focused on the underside of his glans.
Up until now, at barely thirteen years old, just half my age, Damian had shot blanks. But in the car ride over here, he boasted that he could shoot, now. I sure hoped this was true and that it was not just a tiny drop on his piss slit. The good thing was that I was about to find out any second now. I released his balls, and I moved my hand under my skirt, where my pantyless pussy was aching for some relief.
“I’m… Ohh… I think I… oohhh!” Damian groaned above me and started moving his hips.
My right hand was still on his firm ass, and I made sure he couldn’t move his hips too much. I had to hold on as if my life depended on it as he tried fucking my face frantically. The moment his fingers dug into my skull and his thin cock fattened a little, I let the fingers of my left hand rub through my slit briefly. I didn’t want to cum yet, but the tension and anticipation was simply too much for me to handle. I shoved his boxers down to his ankles, ready for him to step out of them. He kicked them toward the fitting room mirror.
Damian groaned loudly and suddenly kept perfectly still as his penis started kicking in my mouth. This was it. Would I be treated with… Oh yes! After two violent kicks of his cock, a small but powerful blast hit me at the back of my throat. And a second one landed on my tongue immediately after the first. I would never, ever grow tired of the taste of young boy spunk. It was a bazillion times better than the thick, musky stuff older guys shot. Granted, that was also pretty enjoyable, but the sweet, watery stuff that didn’t contain actual sperm yet – that was the best. By far! And I was treated with two small globs and a little dribble from the tip that I eagerly lapped up.
“Ohhh…” Damian exhaled, coming down from his orgasm.
I let go of his ass, and he immediately dropped into the chair behind him. I smiled at the goofy expression he always had after an orgasm and was pleased to see his cock was still sticking up and hadn’t lost any of its stiffness.
“That was… it was… I did, didn’t I?” he asked, still panting a bit. He reached forward to touch my hair, wrapping one of my loose, dark-brown curls in his fingers.
“You sure did. You actually shot some cum!” I said as I let his sperm swirl through my mouth, savoring the taste as long as possible. I licked my lips for him. “So good…”
“It… I… oh, wow!” he exclaimed and slumped back in the chair.
I was so horned up by now that I just had to do something. My hand was under my skirt, lightly caressing my pussy. Damian looked at me and said, “I wanna see your tits…”
I still don’t know if he was aware of the effect this had on me. Seducing young boys was one thing, but being bossed around by them was even hotter. So, even if I wanted to resist, there was no way I could. I was like wax in his hands, and my hands almost involuntarily started lifting my shirt. The moment my breasts were revealed and the cool air made my nipples grow even harder, I heard Damian whisper a soft, “Oh, wow…” as if he was looking at my tits for the very first time.
I pushed my chest forward a bit, and as his eyes drank in the sight of my exposed boobs, I bit my lower lip. In his lap, his dick gave a violent twitch, and I knew he was more than ready for more. Yet another perk of fucking young boys. Even after cumming seconds ago, seeing my tits and the idea of fucking me kept him going.
“Can I… I mean… is it okay if we, you know…”
“We’ve talked about this, Hotshot…” I said, my eyes still on his rock-hard cock.
“Oh, right… I, uhm…” he cleared his throat, sat up straight and said, “I wanna fuck you, Carol. Get naked.”
“Ohh! That’s more like it, Hotshot!” I hissed, got up, and unzipped my skirt.
As it fell to the floor, Damian’s eyes roamed up and down over my body unabashedly. His hand gripped his cock and gave it an absentminded squeeze. I needed that cock inside me as soon as possible, so I lay down on the carpeted floor and spread my legs. Getting fucked on the floor wasn’t my first choice, but it was the quickest way to get him inside. Damian complained last time about how he couldn’t get a decent grip with his knees or feet on the room’s couch. So, by doing it on the floor, he could get rough if he wanted to. I knew I wanted that…
His eyes were glued to my cunt, and with my left hand, I spread my lips for him while my right pinched my nipple. He swallowed audibly and got off the chair. As he dropped to his knees between my legs, his boner hardly moved. Of all the boys I’ve seen naked and erect, Damian undoubtedly had the stiffest cock of them all. Unfortunately, he had lost his act about being in control and became a little boy again. I didn’t mind too much, though, as I watched his cockhead inch closer and closer to my sopping-wet entrance.
“There you go…” I whispered as the tip of his dick touched my pussy lips.
“Ohhh, Carol… You’re so freakin’ hot!” he said while looking in my eyes.
He talked about tits and fucking before, but when it finally came to actually fucking me, he always got this focused look on his face. This little red-headed cutie was adorable! But when he pushed himself inside with one strong push and his pubes mashed against mine, all this cuteness was gone, and he was my little fuck-boy again. He entered me for the third time since I met him, and it was just as hot as when he had before. There wasn’t the thrill of taking a boy’s virginity, but Damian compensated for this by tirelessly pistoning in and out of me. This kid had a stamina that a grown man would envy.
Feeling my clit being squashed under his small frame almost pushed me over the edge right away. His stiff little cock had such an upward angle that his dickhead rubbed over my G-spot with every thrust of his bony hips. Damian didn’t wait for me to get accustomed to being fucked. He just went for it, and I loved that about him.
He breathed a little laugh, and I noticed he was looking beyond me. He was watching himself fucking me in the room’s tri-fold mirror, the little scamp! “Who’s that boy over there?” I playfully asked.
“That’s me,” he replied between slams. “Me fucking you…”
“What are you doing?” I encouraged him.
“Fucking you… fucking your pussy!”
“Yeah, fuck my pussy…”
My hands cupped his firm little ass as the good feeling started washing over me. Feeling the bones of his hips slam against my thighs was another turn-on. I knew I’d be sore for the rest of the day down there, but damn! This boy was good! After three or four slams of his pubic bone against my clit, and the overstimulation of my G-spot, I came. It was sudden and unexpected, but a fantastic orgasm nevertheless!
But Damian didn’t seem to care. He just kept on pounding away, his mouth a little open, and his eyes unfocused. He was in the zone! The best thing was that I knew this wasn’t the end of it. I would come a couple of times more before he’d freeze, and his hard little cock would kick violently inside my pussy, triggering my final orgasm.
Thankfully, I was right! After four somewhat smaller orgasms, my little lover froze in my arms, and he threw his head back. The muscles in his neck tensed, his shoulders were shaking to hold himself upright, and he grunted deeply. And sure enough, a heartbeat later, his little cock started kicking, which sent me over the edge for the final time. This final push of his pelvis was the one that really did it! My little stud managed to do his magic once again. I came hard, and my belly muscles contracted so sharply that I had to bend my body a little. Damian didn’t care. He was in a world of his own as he came back down from his second orgasm in under ten minutes.
He dropped his body on top of mine and was panting heavily. I loved feeling the weight of his thin body on top of mine. His head was lying on my chest, and I smelled his freshly washed red hair. My hands caressed his back as he regained his breath. His skin felt velvety under my fingers, smooth with a light sheen of perspiration.
After a couple of moments, Damian asked, “Did you pee?”
“No. Your cock made me cum so hard that I spurted a bit, too.”
“Cool! Now we both can shoot,” he chuckled.
I gave him a tight hug and patted him on his ass. It was time to go now. Good thing he was okay with the clothes I showed him after we entered the changing room here at The Style Haven. But then again, he’d also be okay if I’d picked out a summer dress for him instead of the jeans and tops. And I couldn’t blame him, considering what we did instead of trying on clothes.
“Can we do this again next week?” he asked as he stepped into his boxer briefs.
“I’m sorry, Hotshot. That would make your mom suspicious, don’t you think?”
He sighed deeply, looked at the floor, and disappointedly said, “Guess you’re right.”
“But don’t worry! This means it’ll be even more fun next time,” I said, and I could see his frown turn into a smile. “Don’t forget, holidays will be here soon, and you need a new outfit for church!”
We finished dressing, and I gathered the clothing items that Damian would be taking home today. I made the purchase on my special account, and we headed out to my car. During the drive home, we made small talk as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. With Damian, I had no concerns whatsoever about him accidentally talking to his mom or his friends about us. He wasn’t a bragger or a talker, and he didn’t have lots of friends.
His mother was pleased with the result and thanked me for helping her out. But when Damian walked off for a moment to put the bags into his room, his mother whispered, “I think he has a crush on you!”
My heart froze.
“It’s so cute!” she chuckled, “He takes a shower before you get here, and he acts all nervous when he’s waiting for you.”
“I… uhm…” I tried to smile like I was embarrassed.
“Don’t worry, dear! You know how boys are. I think it’s adorable. He shou…”
Damian was back and smiled warmly at me. His mother laid her hands on his shoulders and said, “Thanks again, Carol. Are we square?”
“Yes. The transaction should appear on your account tomorrow. Let me know if there’s anything you’d like to return,” I said so professionally.
“I’d like to add a little something for you…” she hinted.
“No need,” I assured Damian’s mother. “I get plenty of satisfaction just seeing him smile!” When he cums inside of me…. I added mentally. “Damian is a great kid.”
“What do you say to Carol?” his mother asked, clearly not yet accustomed to the idea her son wasn’t nine years old anymore.
“Thanks, Carol!” he said timidly, but couldn’t hide the sparkle in his eye.
“No problem, Hotshot,” I said and winked at him. “Thanks for choosing StyleFocus as your Personal Shopper,” I said to his mother.
I turned around and waved goodbye over my shoulder. After I started the car and drove off, my heartbeat finally started to calm. A couple of moments later, my phone rang, and it was my dad.
“Hey, Dad!”
“Hey, Pumpkin. You’re coming over later?”
“Of course! Today is the first anniversary of StyleFocus. We need to celebrate!”
Part four I awoke in that happy moment of oblivious amnesia everyone has after waking up. But this short moment passed by quickly, and I thought about last night’s events. I felt a mixture of excitement and fear for a moment, but all too soon, fear was the dominant emotion.
I let out a deep sigh and tossed aside the bedsheet. Deciding it was time to get up, I headed over to my closet. Standing before it, I pondered what to wear. Should I dare to go downstairs au naturel? Or opt for fully clothed? What would the girls be wearing? After a prolonged inner debate, I settled on wearing nothing but my snug black boxers again. They were more or less like a pair of swim shorts, striking a balance between not signaling my interest and not shutting down these possibilities entirely. Plus, opting for black ensured a bit more discretion than white or gray would afford in that department.
As I neared the top of the stairs, I noticed the door to the girls’ room was shut. I felt a wave of relief wash over me. This way, no immediate confrontation awaited downstairs. Or worse… that they would come storming out of their room to pin me down and fuck me. This last thought unsettled me a bit, so I shook my head and made my way downstairs to start preparing breakfast.
Standing at the kitchen counter, I hesitated. Not omelets, again. This is our third day together. I can do something different. After a few moments of contemplating my options, I decided to whip up my special pancakes today. Who was I kidding? I didn’t often have anyone to make special pancakes for. But I was genuinely enjoying the girls’ company. And they would be special today.
As I finished mixing the batter, the sound of footsteps on the stairs made my heart leap into my throat. My mouth went dry instantly, and that mix of joy at her arrival and a wave of panic swept over me. Again. This was it. How would the girls react after what had transpired last night?
“Morning!” Sarah chirped.
“G-good morning,” I croaked.
She walked over to me, planted a peck on my cheek, and inquired, “What are you making?”
My heart rate eased a bit as she responded with her sunny personality, just like yesterday, as if nothing had changed. So, I mustered up some cheerfulness of my own and replied, “Pancakes today.”
“Cool! I love pancakes!”
“Got some strawberry syrup for you, too,” I said and winked.
“I love strawberry,” Sarah said, eyes twinkling. “Sandra likes blueberry.”
“I know,” I said. I didn’t really know that, but I liked being able to say it since Maria had that in the pantry, as well. “There’s old maple, too, if you really want…”
“Uh, uh! Not when there’s strawberry.”
Sarah looked into my eyes, then looked away. I caught her checking me again, making sure I caught her inflection. It was hard not to, so I smiled back. She strolled over to the table and settled down with her back to it, facing me. She was dressed in an oversized white t-shirt that ended about two inches below her crotch. Her nipples were hard, and the shadow of them was visible through the thin fabric. I tried not to stare too obviously at her and focused on my batter instead.
My mind was racing, trying to figure out how to address the elephant in the room, and she must have picked up on it. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair and said, “What’s wrong? You seem a bit quiet this morning.”
“It’s… it’s nothing,” I replied, instantly regretting that I had missed an opportunity.
She smiled quizzically and, after a moment, asked, “It’s about last night, isn’t it?”
I nodded and whispered, “I shouldn’t have done that. I should’ve stopped… I mean… I shouldn’t have…”
“Don’t be sorry!” Sarah interrupted, “We wanted to do this! Sandra and I both! And we were thrilled you let us. Now we know how things work with a guy, something we were both curious about.”
I could only nod and looked at the counter, too chicken to look at her. After a short pause, she secretively added, “And now we know what cum tastes like…”
“I… I can get in a lot of trouble because of this. You know that, right?”
“Yeah. And like we said last night, we won’t tell…”
“It was wrong to…”
“Didn’t you like it?” she asked, interrupting me again.
I tore my eyes from the bowl of batter to look at her. She had a naughty look in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled up. A heartbeat later, she started spreading her legs slowly, her eyes locked on mine. But I couldn’t help myself. I just had to look between her legs and immediately noticed she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
The moment her young, glistening slit came into view, crowned with those few willowy dark blonde strands, I swallowed audibly, and my dick grew to full mast almost instantly. She slowly moved her hand down, and it was like I was being hypnotized by her movements. With her fingers, she parted her pussy lips a little, and I could see a hint of her entrance. After this, she seductively ran a finger upward between her pussy lips and got to her feet.
I couldn’t move if I had to. My eyes roamed from top to bottom over her, mesmerized by her hard nipples and gracefully moving body. She walked up to me, stood extremely close, and whispered, “I just know you liked it,” and placed her finger under my nose.
Unable to resist, I inhaled the best aphrodisiac known to men: young girl pussy! As I sniffed, I felt her other hand slide over the fabric of my boxers, and she gripped my hard cock, squeezing it firmly.
“See?” she whispered and snaked her hand inside.
I was like wax in her hands. I knew I was being seduced and manipulated by this preteen girl, and I loved every second of it. She gave me a wicked smile, making it clear she was enjoying the power she had over me tremendously. When her hand started stroking the length of my rock-hard cock, I let out a soft moan. Her stroke was a bit clumsy at first, but soon she found a rhythm, and as she squeezed my cockhead every now and then, I realized she wanted me to cum again.
She moved her body so she stood behind me but never let go of my throbbing member. With her free hand, she pulled down the front of my boxers, trapping them below my balls. I felt her hard nipples press into my back as my breathing shallowed and my heartbeat rose. She was picking up the pace, and when she whispered into my ear, “I want you to cum for me again,” a shiver shot through me, and my balls tightened.
“Will you do that for me, please?”
I could only nod.
The pressure inside was building rapidly, and I heard myself moan every time her thumb rubbed over the back of my glans. But when I heard a door close upstairs, I froze. Sandra was about to come down, and I didn’t want her to see us like this. I tried squirming away from Sarah’s jacking hand, but when she realized what was happening, she even quickened her pace.
“If you don’t want Sandra to see us like this, you’d better cum quickly,” she panted, whispering in my ear.
This was it. My little niece, being this manipulative and bossy, was a turn-on I’d never experienced. But the fear of being caught added another layer of steam to this whole experience, and I could hardly think straight anymore.
“I… I’m….”
“Yess…” Sarah groaned.
Her other hand left my balls and grabbed the bowl of batter. At that moment, it hardly registered. I was tumbling, a snowball rolling down the hill of my impending orgasm, picking up speed, ready to crash int-.
“Ooohh… I’m cummm…” I grunted through my teeth.
My whole body tingled as her small hand flew up and down my shaft for the last time. Right before the first spurt left my cock, she pointed it downward. I didn’t care. I had a mind-blowing orgasm, and this sexy preteen girl was the cause of it. Spurt after spurt left my dick, and I had trouble catching my breath. I had to grasp the counter to keep from falling over. I was still riding my orgasmic high as I heard footsteps at the top of the stairs. Sarah squeezed the last drop out of my dick, pulled up my boxers, and hurriedly moved over to her spot at the table again.
I tried getting my act together quickly, and right before Sandra came into view, I straightened myself and smiled a weak smile. Sandra was wearing a pair of yellow panties, which, combined with her too-tight yellow tube top from yesterday, her nipples still clearly visible, looked smoldering hot on her. I looked her over and knew I was doomed and powerless against these girls.
“What’s up with you?” Sandra grumbled, her usual morning sparkle dampened.
“I… I’m…” I stammered.
“He showed me the proper way to do burpees. Apparently, I’ve been doing them wrong,” Sarah chimed in, assisting the conversation.
“Yeah…” I replied with little enthusiasm.
“And now he’s going to whip up his special pancakes,” Sarah added, emphasizing the word ‘special.’
I looked at the bowl of pancake batter and saw globs of my cum lying on top of the batter. That little devil had planned this all along, or she’s just that quick of a thinker! Sarah must’ve seen me looking because when we made eye contact, she saw my disturbed face, winked, and simply nodded.
The idea of the girls eating my cum was more of a turn-on than I liked to admit. So, I responded with a little nod back to her, started mixing my cum with the batter, and got busy making my pancakes very special. After Sandra took a first bite of the semen-infused pancake, her face lit up, and she excitedly announced that she really liked them.
“Yeah! They’re delicious!” Sarah said, adding playfully, “I love the subtle hint of salt in the background.”
“You’re absolutely right,” Sandra agreed after theatrically savoring another bite of her pancakes.
A smug grin stretched across Sarah’s face as she gleefully asked, “Do you have special recipes for everything?”
I blushed. Only you would know, I thought as I neared completion of the second batch.
“They’re delicious, aren’t they?” Sandra said to her cousin as I placed another plate on the table.
“I know! It’s a shame Ronald won’t tell us his secret ingredients…”
“Oh, please?” Sandra pleaded, sporting her most convincing puppy-dog eyes.
“Don’t bother. I already tried this morning, but he’s not budging.”
Seemingly, this was our little secret, so I decided to play along. I winked at Sarah and said, “A skilled cook never reveals his secrets.”
After I finished the last batch, I sat down with the girls to eat my own pancakes, curious to see if I could detect the taste of my spunk in there. As expected, I didn’t notice any difference in taste. It seemed more like a psychological effect than anything else. Meanwhile, the girls were engrossed in conversation, reminiscing about yesterday’s dinner and the celebrities they had spotted.
Lost in my thoughts, I was jolted back to the present when Sandra asked, “Should we hang out at the beach today?”
“Uhm…” I hesitated, glancing outside.
The girls noticed my gaze and looked at me curiously. I shook my head and replied, “I don’t think so. Judging by those clouds in the distance, there’s a storm on the way.”
“But the sun is shining!” Sarah noted, unconvinced.
“Did you check your app?”
A swift glance at Sandra’s face as she checked her phone was confirmation enough for me. However, Sarah’s muffled, “Oh…” after she checked her own phone solidified it. Witnessing their disappointed expressions got me thinking. They wanted to chill naked and try to seduce me to do more. That much was clear, and I’d no longer try to resist. After what happened this morning, my mind was made up. I knew that, but they didn’t. Since we had slept in and it was almost noon already, I figured we might as well enjoy a leisurely day downstairs.
“How about we unwind in the wellness area and hang out there for the rest of the day?” I suggested.
“Really!? That sounds awesome!” Sandra said enthusiastically.
“Yeah!” Sarah added, “I’ve never been in a sauna before. I heard it’s really relaxing!”
We cleared the table together, and as I closed the dishwasher, Sandra chuckled. Sarah and I glanced at her, and I asked, “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing… I just realized… now we won’t have to nag you to get naked with us.”
“Oh yeah, I didn’t even consider that!” Sarah chimed in.
I tried to adopt a stern expression and said, “Well, I did! And I think it’ll be fun. Just no…” I sighed, glanced between them, and continued as seriously as I could, “Just ask me if you want to do anything, okay? I mean… I liked what you did last night, and I’ve already stressed enough about the trouble I could get into for this. But… just… don’t trick me again, okay?”
They both looked down guiltily and nodded. I felt a bit like a schoolmaster scolding them, which wasn’t the vibe I wanted to give off, so I smiled and said, “Hey, I really like you two. These last few days have been a lot of fun,” seeing their smiles return, I continued, “Good! Now, let’s work up a sweat!”
“Ew, gross!” they said simultaneously, wrinkling their noses in unison.
When we made our way downstairs, I noticed my sauna was already heating up. Since my home was fully connected, the AI overheard our conversation and initiated the wellness program. As we approached the sauna’s entrance, I made sure not to set the temperature too high. After all, the girls were still young, and this was their first time experiencing it.
After I turned around, both of them were already topless and sliding down their panties. They stood there unabashedly in front of me in all their young and naked glory. They trusted me completely, and I suddenly felt a surge of affection because of the deepening bond I shared with them.
“First, let’s start with a warm shower. By the time we’re done, the sauna should be ready,” I explained.
“Do we need soap and shampoo?” Sarah inquired.
“Nah, it’s just to prep our bodies for the sauna’s warmth,” I reassured.
The walk-in shower boasted four large showerheads protruding from the ceiling, and the entire wellness area exuded an unmistakably luxurious ambiance. When I built this house, I paid extra attention to the wellness section, and the effort was evident.
I pulled off my boxers, and we headed over to the big shower. The girls’ eyes were locked on my swaying dick as I walked, and it was difficult for me to hide a proud smile. As I rinsed my hair and rubbed my hands through it, I looked away toward the ceiling. I just knew the girls were checking me out thoroughly, and I was letting them, almost wishing they would sink to their knees and start sucking me again. I knew my speech earlier made it clear they wouldn’t, but the thought alone was enough for me to chub up a little.
“Can we suck your dick again?” Sarah asked out of the blue.
I looked at her, and her eyes were glued to between my legs. She was toying absentmindedly with her right nipple, and a quick glance at Sandra showed that she was also eyeing my dick hungrily, ready to suck it dry. It took me a lot of willpower, but I wanted to take it slow and also make the girls feel good and hopefully get a taste of young pussy. So I shook my head, smiled, and said, “Not right now. Maybe later, okay?”
Two disappointed faces looked at me, but I ignored them. I shut off the water and handed them a fluffy towel, took one myself, and dried off. I made sure to move my hips in such a way that my dick would sway exaggeratedly. After this, I opened the door to the sauna and checked out the two tight little assess as my preteen nieces walked in front of me. I closed the door behind me, sat in the middle of the big bench, and patted the spots next to me. They got the hint and sat on either side of me.
“It sure is hot in here!” Sandra sighed.
“It’s usually a little bit warmer.”
“Really?” Sarah asked.
I nodded, and after a moment, we fell into a comfortable silence, allowing the warmth of the sauna to seep into our bones as we each retreated into our own contemplations. The silence enveloped us, punctuated only by the soft crackle of the sauna’s heat. Then, almost as if they planned it, I became aware of two delicate hands, their touch light, settling gently atop my upper legs, offering an unexpected but comforting connection in this steamy ambiance.
“You really look good, you know?” Sarah said in a breathy voice.
“Yeah… Do you wanna know how we knew you’d have a fine-looking big dick?” Sandra asked.
I glanced at her, realizing I’d been curious about it from the moment they mentioned it. So, I simply nodded. But I also wanted to level the playing field, so I placed my hands on top of their legs.
Sandra bit her lower lip and said, “Mom and Aunt Laura talked about it a couple of weeks ago. Apparently, when they were our age, they had drilled two peepholes in their closet so they could watch you.”
“Yeah,” Sarah chimed in, “They had a bit too much wine the other night, and they spilled the whole story. But I doubt they even remember telling us.”
“No!” Sandra chuckled, “They were a bit tipsy and started giggling uncontrollably when Mom started spilling this secret. Especially when she talked about how high you could shoot your cum when you jacked off.”
Sarah looked thoughtfully at me and whispered in a conspiratorial tone, “That night, Sandra and I swore to each other that we’d get to see your dick and watch you shoot your cum.”
The idea of my sisters watching me as I was spanking my meat was more of a turn-on than I’d like to admit. Damn! That news opened up a whole new realm of masturbatory fantasies. I’d have to get them back for that, somehow!
I was boning up for real now, and there was no stopping in that. I also noticed that both the girls’ hands were slowly creeping up my legs as they were talking. Their velvety skin felt electric under my fingers as I decided to mimic their movements.
“Will you show it to us again?” Sandra whispered as her hand moved higher and almost touched my sack.
I also shifted my hands upward, gently turning my fingers to rest against their velvety, smooth thighs. With a sense of purpose, I judged their reactions thus far and found no objections. It seemed they were comfortable with my actions. Almost as if on cue, two index fingers brushed against my balls simultaneously. I had anticipated this, and the moment their fingers touched, I moved my hands up to their pussies. My index and ring fingers were on both their outer lips, and my middle finger pressed on their slits lightly, not slipping between them but definitely signaling it was there.
The two loud hisses on either side and the slippery and soft flesh under my fingers were mind-boggling. A couple of days ago, I would’ve punched you on the nose if you told me I’d be fingering an adolescent girl. But here I was, sitting naked and hard with two pretty preteen girls on either side with their fingers on my balls and my hands between their spread legs, enjoying every second of it.
They spread their legs wider as I applied a little more pressure on their slits. My index and ring finger were caressing their outer lips while my middle finger sneaked between the folds into their slippery slits, the tip of my finger pressing lightly at their openings. I moved my fingers upward, and the moment I touched their clits, they both let out a deep moan. This moan sounded so sexy and hot and was like music to my soul. The acoustic of the cedar box we were in also added something to the sound of their moans, which made it even sexier. It turned me on immensely, especially after I felt their hands had lost their focus on my dick and balls. They clearly couldn’t handle the stimulation of my probing fingers and handling my cock at the same time.
After stimulating their clits for a while, causing them to moan louder and squirm on the bench, I moved my fingers down in search of their openings. I applied a little bit of pressure on it, eliciting another deep grunt, and without any warning or delay, I slipped my fingers inside, right up to my second knuckle. I knew they were wet enough, and the suddenness of this move always got the women going whom I tried this action with. My nieces were no exception. They arched their backs and let out something between a loud hiss and a deep groan. With the palm of my hand, I applied pressure on their clits, and I moved my finger slowly in and out, amazed by the tightness of their love canals. I’ve never had my finger inside a pussy this tight. My throbbing cock lurched at the idea of sliding into this tight wetness.
I looked over at Sarah, and her chest was heaving as I slowly kept fingering, her body covered in a thin layer of glistening sweat. A quick glance at Sandra showed me the same. But when a small drop of sweat appeared right below her neck and slowly slid down between the two small but firm tits, making its way toward her sopping wet cunt, I knew I was lost forever. There was no more denying. I just had to taste them.
So, just as suddenly as I had entered them, I pulled my fingers out and got to my knees. It was a good thing that the sauna was set to a mere hundred and ten degrees. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be able to do all this in here.
“Move closer,” I ordered after seeing their surprised and excited faces.
Their little asses scooted closer together, and when I placed my hands on Sandra’s knees, she immediately got the idea, and with a wicked grin, she spread her legs wide. A close-up view of an almost bald pussy with a glistening, reddish slit, topped off by a swollen clit at the top, is something no one will ever forget. Not just the visual image but also the smell are now etched into my brain forever.
The silky soft, short dark hair above her clit, combined with an intoxicating smell, made me dive in like a thirsty man who spent weeks in the desert. My mouth fit perfectly around her lips, and the moment my tongue slid between the folds and my tastebuds were triggered by the sweet, salty nectar between them, I went for it. I found her little love button at the top right away, and the effect on her was instant. I looked up at her, and her head was thrown back as Sarah moved in on her right boob.
As I was eating preteen pussy for the first time in my life, I was mesmerized by the way her cousin was enthusiastically licking her nipple. One of her hands moved in to work on the other boob, and I started lapping away for real now, swallowing every drop of her cunt juices she had to offer.
“Do you love it?” I didn’t think I was meant to hear it, but Sarah whispered just loud enough that I could.
“Mm-hmm…” Sandra moaned.
“Is this what you wanted?”
“Mm-hmm…”
“Is he better than me?” Sarah asked, moving even closer to her cousin’s ear.
“Mm-hmm…” she moaned, and after a few moments, a much louder, “Oohhh… you… you’re good… at… aahhh…” came from her throat.
My eyes were locked on the action on her chest, and when Sarah and I locked eyes, I saw the horniest and sexiest look I ever saw. She winked at me and exaggeratedly licked her cousin’s nipple, showing me all the tongue action that came with it.
Meanwhile, Sandra was taking shallow breaths and was clearly nearing her peak. Seeing how she reacted to the first time I entered her, I decided to do it again, only this time with my entire finger. After probing around a little to let her know what was about to happen, I heard whimpering through her moans and figured she was ready. I applied pressure and made sure to press my fingertip against her G-spot as I moved in. The effect was instant! With a whaling groan, she came. And she came hard.
My mouth was filled with copious amounts of the most delicious fluid known to men, her legs clamped shut around my face, and her pussy contracted sharply around my middle finger.
“Ohh! Ooh! Ooh!!” was all that came out of her throat as I lapped up the gushes that came out of her spasming cunt. Sarah purred approvingly as she kept working on her cousin’s nipples and boobs.
I moved the tip of my finger back down a little in search of her G-spot, and the moment I rubbed firmly over it, she groaned loudly again, and the whole cycle started over once more. I didn’t mind. I was drinking her most intimate fluids and just couldn’t get enough of it. And the idea of another one waiting for me to suck dry almost put me over the top without touching myself.
I could’ve easily made Sandra cum a third time if I wanted to. But the day was still young, and we’d have plenty of opportunities to do that again, so I decided to leave her hanging as she was approaching another peak. She’d be satisfied because of her orgasms but still on edge enough to keep on going.
I sat up on my knees and smiled as I saw the happy but overwhelmed look on Sandra’s face. Sarah and I looked at each other, and there was something in her eyes I couldn’t quite place. But I couldn’t be bothered because I wanted nothing more than to get my tongue between her legs, so I whispered, “Your turn.”
Sarah bit on her lower lip and timidly asked, “Uncle Ronald?”
“I told you. It’s…”
“Will you please fuck me?”
My heart stopped beating for a moment as her words landed. I knew I wanted nothing more than to sink my throbbing cock to the hilt into her tight, young pussy. But hearing her ask this with that innocent voice of hers was all it took. Sandra was back with us the moment Sarah asked this, perked up, and excitedly said, “YEAH! Will you? She wanted this since the moment we first saw your dick. Please…”
Sarah looked sheepishly at me and nodded shyly. How could anybody say no to this? She was practically begging me to fuck her, and seeing her young, sweaty body with the taste of her cousin’s cunt juices still lingering in my mouth, was mind-blowing. Even the most self-disciplined man in the universe would find this overwhelming enough to crack.
“Okay,” I heard myself say hoarsely, “but let’s get out of here.”
I gently took Sarah’s hand and guided her out of the sauna. I could sense her nervousness, though she remained silent. Gesturing towards the comfortable lounge chairs nearby, I motioned for her to sit down. These chairs were designed for relaxation, resembling a cross between a bed and a chair, perfect for unwinding after a stint in the sauna. They sat slightly elevated from the floor, and I realized they were just the right size for us if I knelt down in front of one.
“Go ahead and lay down. Relax,” I said in a soothing tone as I adjusted the bottom part of the chair to create some space. This makeshift setup formed a sort of island within the cluster of lounge chairs, allowing me to kneel while Sarah could still extend her legs onto the adjacent chairs. There was also enough space for Sandra to join us in this setup.
“Are you guys really going to do this!?” Sandra said excitedly. “Can I watch?”
Sandra had grabbed a towel and draped it around Sarah’s shoulders. I was used to the little chill I usually felt coming out of the sauna, but to my nieces, this was the first time. And it was a touching gesture from Sandra to make her cousin’s first fuck as comfortable as she could.
Sarah looked at Sandra and simply nodded, her face a mix of nerves and anticipation. It was a thrilling sight for me, but I wanted to ensure Sarah felt comfortable and safe. So, I replied to Sandra, “Of course you can watch. Sit next to her and toy with her boobs and… her clit to make her feel even better.”
Sandra’s face lit up, and she scooted closer. I looked down at Sarah and saw she was biting her lower lip as she looked between her legs and eyed my boner. I figured it was best to just start and take the tension away, so I grabbed my dick at its base and pointed it down toward her opening.
“Ready?” I asked, suddenly feeling nervous myself.
Sarah just nodded and kept her eyes on my dick. I pushed my hips forward a little bit and let my cock head gently touch her pussy lips, just to let her know I was really there. The moment I touched her, she slammed her eyes shut and let out a moan.
My main concern was that she’d be too tight for me. The only thing that could help us there was to get her wetter than wet. A simple nod toward Sandra was enough for her to get going on sucking her cousin’s nipples. Another moan from Sarah was my cue to make my next move. I pressed my dickhead a bit firmer against her lips and was amazed at how easily I slipped in between them. Her pussy was sopping wet and slippery as hell. There was no way she could get any wetter than she was now.
Sandra was lapping away on Sarah’s tits, but her eyes were locked on my cock. Sarah looked expectantly at me, and at that moment, I knew this was it. I was about to fuck a twelve-year-old girl who was practically begging me to do this, while another twelve-year-old would be our audience. I could hardly even wrap my head around it all.
“Do it,” Sarah hissed as I applied just a little more pressure.
I pushed forward, and when I felt the familiar popping sensation of my cockhead entering her, I expected her to wince in pain or something. But the exact opposite was true. A loud “Oh! YESSS!” from Sarah was followed by a soft “Wow!” from Sandra.
“You okay?” I asked, knowing the answer already.
Sarah nodded, still biting her lip, and spread her legs even wider. A gentle push with my hips made me gaspmyself. Damn! This girl was tight! I’ve fucked my fair share of women over the years. Some were tight, some were plain worn-out sluts. But I’ve never had one this tight. I had some trouble containing myself and not start pounding away. And these two excited and horned-up faces urging me on didn’t help much either. But this wasn’t about me. I wanted Sarah to have the best first fuck possible because she’d remember it for the rest of her life.
“This bit might hurt a little,” I said, “Your pussy is going to be stretched and this might feel uncomfortable.”
Sandra lifted her face and said, “We tried this with my mom’s dildo a couple of months ago. Just to make sure our first time wouldn’t hurt.”
Now, I had run out of excuses. I locked eyes with Sarah, and all I could see was determination and lust in there. Just the tiniest nod from her was all it took. I pushed forward and felt my rock-hard cock being engulfed by the tightest, warmest, and slipperiest pussy I’ve ever fucked up until then. I had expected at least some resistance, but I slid in all the way with ease, only pushing my hips to break through the friction of her tightness. All the while, I kept a close look on her face. Her eyes had gotten an unfocused look, and her mouth was open. She was breathing rapidly in short bursts, and Sandra had forgotten to help her out. All she did was watch how our genitals were merging into one.
“Oohhh… you’re big…” Sarah groaned, but her huge grin told me she loved the way it felt.
I half expected I’d have to pull back and call it quits because I simply wouldn’t fit in there. But when my balls rested against her ass, and I had nothing more to slide into her, I was amazed at how easy this all was going. But the tightness around my cock was something else! Sandra moved in to get a closer look. Her hoarse, “Fuck! This is hot!” was followed by a lick over her cousin’s clit and the small strip at the base of my cock that didn’t fit inside. Yet.
“Ahhhh.. fuck… fuck me… FUCK ME!” Sarah groaned, her unfocused expression giving her an almost possessed look.
But I wasn’t one to argue. Her slick, tight cunt was firmly gripping my throbbing cock, and my balls pulled up each time her pussy rippled over my shaft. So, I slowly started pulling out, eliciting another loud hiss, followed by a deep grunt from her. But I heard myself groan too. This was by far the best pussy I ever fucked!
After I almost pulled out, I immediately slid back in again. It took a lot of willpower not to slam into her but to keep it slow and steady. All too soon, I bottomed out again, and our pubes merged once more. The only word I recognized between her incoherent words was a high-pitched “FSTRR!” as Sarah kept on moaning and groaning.
I picked up the pace and saw Sandra had lain down on her side, lips around one of Sarah’s nipples, and eyes focused on my cock. Her legs obscenely spread as she was fingering herself, showing off her insides to me. How much stimulation can a man handle?
So… she wanted me to go faster? Sure. I could do that! I’d give her faster, damn it. Each thrust increased in speed and force. When we started this, I was afraid I’d hurt this precious preteen girl, but she liked it hard, and I’d let her determine the best way to fuck her virginity away. My cockhead slid a little bit into her cervix each time I slammed into her. Another first for me.
Lewd noises of flesh on flesh filled the room, combined with loud groans and moans from the three of us. I usually didn’t like a screamer, and I was pretty quiet myself. But hearing her loud moans and muffled screams was another layer on this already hotter-than-hot fuck. By now, I couldn’t care less how much she screamed. As long as I could keep on pounding that tight pussy of hers. Her slippery tightness. Her loud moans. The way she looked possessed each time I entered her firmer and slipped deeper into her cervix. All of this was accumulating into a roaring thunderstorm that was building inside. And when she practically screamed my name and her whole body stiffened, this thunderstorm erupted. I came. And oh boy, did I cum!
Her already tight snatch gripped me so firmly that I thought she’d squeeze my dick off. I could hardly slam into her for that crucial final time as my balls pulled up, but I knew I had to. And when I felt the first spurt shoot up my shaft, and my cockhead being covered by that underdeveloped cervix, her pussy rippled over the entire length of my twitching cock, and another spurt already flew up, while the first hadn’t even coated the insides of my preteen niece, yet. I’ve never experienced such a strong and forceful cum in my life. I heard myself groan in the distance as spurt after spurt left my cock. White flashes were all around me as I pushed firmly into this adolescent girl. Into Sarah.
After a couple of moments, I slowly regained my focus and saw Sarah lying limp on the cushion below me, with Sandra tenderly stroking her cheek. “Is she okay?” I asked worriedly, but when her cunt contracted and firmly gripped my cock again, I had to briefly close my eyes.
“You did it.”
Sarah smiled and whispered a soft, “Yeah…”
“You really lost it,” Sandra whispered and gave her cousin a peck on her cheek.
“Yeah…”
“First.”
“Mm-hmm,” Sarah nodded and flashed a thankful smile.
Sarah’s eyes fluttered, and a massive grin spread across her face. She squeezed her pussy again, and when my cock gave a violent twitch, she started giggling.
“Was it as good as it looked?” Sandra asked with amusement in her voice.
Sarah looked at her cousin, and with her eyes wide as saucers, she breathed, “A gazillion times better! You’ve gotta try this, too!”
I was afraid she’d say that. Right now, I was still remarkably hard, and the idea of sinking myself into a tight young pussy again would probably keep me going. But I knew I needed help, and as a leftover from my playboy days, I still had several ‘helpful’ stashes around the house. I gently placed my hand on Sarah’s lower belly, right above her silky pubes, and started pulling out. She sucked in a breath as my dick left her.
“Wow! Some cum is leaking out!” Sandra noticed with her usual enthusiasm.
I got to my feet, reached over to a nearby drawer, and pulled out a small bottle. I grabbed one of the blue pills and swallowed down the Viaglis quickly, so it wasn’t that noticeable. The girls were too busy watching how my cum seeped out of Sarah’s cunt, so I didn’t have to explain myself. This pill worked perfectly on me, and I’d be hard for hours after about twenty minutes. I knew these twenty minutes were going to be filled with steaming hot sex with a preteen girl, and after that, the Viaglis would do its job, so I’d be good until after dinner. These two insatiable young girls wouldn’t know what hit them.
This thought put a smile on my face, and as I got back on my knees at the lounge chairs, the girls were engaged in a steaming-hot Frenching session. I moved my hand up Sandra’s leg and rubbed my fingers over her dripping wet pussy. This caused her to giggle, break their kiss, and look at me. I grabbed the base of my cock and wiggled it to show her I was still hard.
“I thought boys couldn’t do it twice in a row?” she replied, surprised but with a horny grin on her face.
“With beautiful girls like the two of you, I couldn’t get soft if I wanted to. Trust me!”
“You gotta try it! Here,” Sarah said and moved out of the way.
Sandra took her spot on the chair and suddenly looked nervous. Her whole ‘I know what I want, and I’m in complete control’ attitude was gone again. She looked at Sarah and timidly asked, “You sure it won’t hurt? He’s bigger than Mom’s dildo…”
“Shut up, Doofus. You’ll love it. Trust me!”
That was apparently all the encouragement Sandra needed. She scooted her ass over to the edge and spread her legs wide. The scent that came from between her legs immediately made my cock lurch and my balls tingle. Just as I did with her cousin, I started by rubbing my dick all around her pussy. And sure enough, this got her going right away. It was also clear that she was definitely wet enough. Maybe even wetter and slipperier than Sarah, although that was hardly possible.
Sarah had already started working on Sandra’s tits. Her eyes focused on my rubbing cock as she licked, nibbled, and sucked. I gave a slight push with my hips, and the added pressure made my dickhead slide right into Sandra’s hole. I wanted to warn her first and didn’t expect this to happen, so I felt a little sorry that it had. But seeing her instant reaction as I entered her took away my fear of being too rough. Her mouth was open, eyes crossed, and a grunting “oooohhhh…” came from deep within her. Sarah’s eyes were wide, and she had stopped her task of stimulating her cousin.
My dickhead tingled as it was gently being squeezed by Sandra’s pussy. As her eyes started to seek mine but obviously had trouble doing so, I waited. But this waiting did something to her. Her face turned into a mix of determination and longing, and the moment her eyes locked on mine, the urgency of her look couldn’t be missed. She didn’t have to nod, ask me, or anything else for that matter. She wanted me.
So, for the second time, I started sinking into a tight, slippery virgin pussy. The tightness of it surprised me again, and once my balls hit her ass, the tip of my dick touched her cervix. I was basically fucking the same pussy, only this one belonged to another adolescent girl. I assumed I would last longer this second time. But apparently, fucking virgin pussy does something to a man. And I wasn’t an exception to that. After about five minutes of fucking my little niece, she started bucking and thrashing around and moaning incoherent sentences. It was almost like a rodeo as I tried to stay inside her.
Right after Sandra came violently, I shot my load into her. Visualizing how my swimmers would enter her womb since they were shot almost straight into it was absolutely mind-blowing. During my cum, Sandra came again, which boosted my ego significantly.
“You did it,” Sarah whispered as she caringly wiped some hairs from Sandra’s face.
“Wow…”
“You’re a woman, now.”
“Yeah…”
“Didn’t I tell you?”
“You did…” Sandra exhaled deeply, and I thought I could hear the word “Amazing…” as she did this.
“You guys looked really hot doing that!” Sarah said excitedly as I regained my breath, “Can we…”
There was a loud ‘bang’ and all the lights went out. Both girls let out a yelp, and Sandra’s pussy squeezed my dick as she did this. I slowly pulled out and noticed the Viaglis was doing its work. I hadn’t lost any of my stiffness.
“It’s probably the storm. I guess the lighting hit some powerline inland. Nothing to worry about. I’ve got emergency power that can last weeks. It’s just restricted to the living part of the house, so let’s head upstairs.”
There was a little bit of light streaming in through the open door. I could make out their silhouettes and gave them a hand to lead them out of there. The moment I grabbed Sarah’s hand, her other went searching for my boner, which it found moments later. She gave it a few gentle strokes, and after she squeezed it, she asked, “Still in the mood? ‘Cause I’d like to go for seconds…”
We didn’t just go for seconds. There were thirds, fourths, fifths and sixths. I actually lost count at some point. We fucked and sucked all day. I had to take two more pills and never felt more drained in my life than after that day. I’ve had my fair share of fucking frenzies, but never one like this. These girls just didn’t know how to stop. Didn’t want to stop.
I was glad I was still in decent shape and worked out on a regular basis. Otherwise, my heart would’ve definitely stopped beating that day. We fucked in the living room, in the girl’s room, and even on the pool deck once the storm passed. After eating a quick dinner, I cleaned up the kitchen so the girls had time to freshen up in their room. But when I returned to the couch, they were lying on top of each other, Frenching and groping away, their pussies pressed together and their legs widely spread.
“Pick one,” Sarah giggled as she looked back at me over her shoulder.
Looking back, I wish I had taken a picture of that moment. Two young cunts, ready to be pounded, pressed close together as one and presented to me as a five-star desert. But I didn’t choose. I alternated between them, which turned out to be the longest fuck of the day. Because of the back-and-forth switching, both girls got down from their peaks each time I switched, and since I had come over six times already that day, I wasn’t coming again any time soon, anyway.
I insisted on catching a break after that fuck in the living room. We cuddled up on the couch with the girls on either side of me. We watched some softcore movie with loads of forbidden flesh, but without the penetration overly visible and exaggerating actresses screaming away, and it was still incredibly sexy and hot. Especially since the girls kept toying with my cock and balls the entire time.
After the movie was over, the girls shot up as if stung by a bee. They ran upstairs, giggling like schoolgirls, which they had every right to do since they were actual schoolgirls. I smiled inwardly and knew I was in for yet another treat. And sure enough, when I entered my bedroom, I was treated to the sight of two young bottoms next to each other, hip to hip, sticking up invitingly into the air. Their faces were away from me, hidden by the covers, and their chests were on the bed. Both were sitting on their knees, tiny asses stuck up in the air.
“You have to guess who’s who,” they chuckled.
I didn’t waste any time. I sank into the first pussy, and immediately knew it was Sarah. She was a little tighter than her cousin. But I kept up the pretense of trying to figure it out by switching between them. By the time they both came again, I shot yet another load into Sarah. I was amazed that there wasn’t any of my cum coming out of her ears by now, considering the amount of jizz I had shot into her already.
After this, we called it a day. There wasn’t any question where the girls would sleep. They were crawling under the sheets before I could say anything. I didn’t mind. There wasn’t any reason left to not let them sleep with me.
That night, I woke up twice. The first time, Sandra was sucking away on my stiffening cock. I was actually amazed I could still get it hard after a day like that. And in the early morning, as the first light got in through the windows, I was awakened by Sarah straddling my waist while Sandra jacked me to the final bit of hardness and aimed my cock toward Sarah’s opening. We fucked a little, but neither of us came. It was just a nice, slow fuck without any urgency in it. But it was an indescribable feeling falling asleep with her body on top of mine, and my cock buried deep inside her tight pussy.
The sunlight flooded the room as my phone buzzed. I carefully shifted the nude twelve-year-old to the side and reached for my phone. It was a text from Maria, announcing that her girlfriend had said yes. I replied, extending congratulations from all three of us. As I locked my phone, I realized it was already noon. So, I gently woke the girls, sharing the exciting news with them.
The days after this morphed into one. We didn’t bother with clothes anymore, and we fucked a lot. Not as much as that first day, but it was still a lot. I felt like a thirteen-year-old again, still getting hard whenever I needed to. But the pills helped.
Sandra, Sarah, and I had tried every possible threesome position we could think of and could find online. We tackled even the toughest ones. There was this one in particular where I was convinced I couldn’t do it. They playfully teased me, saying I shouldn’t complain so much. Luckily, we managed, and I actually enjoyed it very much. My experience with previous three and foursomes did help me out here. I didn’t talk about this with the girls, of course, but the experience did prevent an awkward situation a couple of times.
Whenever we weren’t having sex, we were constantly goofing around. Having these two high-spirited youngsters around was refreshing and eye-opening. Having the right people in my life made it better and more meaningful. The interchangeable, long-legged models were a great lay, and sex with them was terrific, but they didn’t affect me on a personal level. What I truly cherished was the personal connection I had with Sandra and Sarah. Sure! The sex was fantastic, but if I was being honest, having a real-life uncle/niece relationship with them was even better.
By the time my sisters rang my doorbell, the Esses and I were acting like a real family. Okay, I wasn’t their actual father, but I’ve never felt this close to other people as I did at that moment. We knew what the other wanted before they had to say it. We were connecting on so many levels that it felt frightening and suffocating in the beginning. But they taught me, by just being around, that this was okay. It wasn’t scary or suffocating, and I shouldn’t be scared about letting other people get close to me. That was, more than the sex, the best thing that happened during this past week.
“Did it go well?” Laura inquired as I passed her a coffee.
“We had a blast!” I replied enthusiastically.
“So, they weren’t too much trouble for a single man, swamped in work, after all?” Lisa said with a hint of amusement in her voice.
“I… uhm…”
“What’s up?” Laura asked. She always saw right through me.
“Well… You guys always tease me about being a hermit. And… let’s face it… I am a hermit most of the time.”
“Uh huh…” Lisa said, casting a quick and confused glance at her sister.
“Now that I had this company for a week, I actually liked it. I mean… I really liked it! I know I will miss the girls. I’ll miss the life they brought to the house, the sound of voices not coming from the television or the AI but from actual people. People who were here because of me and not because of my money.”
My sisters looked at each other questioningly. I guess this was their twin telepathy because a moment later, Lisa said, “That’s… a bit unexpected… But I’m glad this has happened.”
“What do you mean?”
“Lisa and I had talked about this,” Laura said, “but we never knew how we could help you. Honestly, we kind of gave up. Sending the Esses over was exactly what we said it was. They wanted to come here to have some fun and to take their minds off the divorce. Most of all, they wanted to reconnect with you. That’s really all there was to it.”
“Well… I’m glad they took the initiative. And…” I paused for a moment, not used to feeling this vulnerable, “maybe the three of us can hang out together a bit more?”
“Of course. I’d love that!”
“Me, too,” came from my other side.
And with that, they got on either side of me on the couch and hugged me tightly. I loved feeling the warmth of my sisters. Not just the physical warmth but also the spiritual warmth. After this little family gathering, I heard my nieces come into the living room, and they sat down near us.
Lisa broke the hug, turned to Sandra, and asked, “And how about you? Did you enjoy yourself?”
“It was amazing!” Sandra excitedly said. “He’s such a cool uncle, and this place is awesome! I do get wet lots of times here, but I think we’ve got that covered now.”
Both Lisa and Laura cocked an eyebrow and looked at me. Behind my sisters, Sarah shot a glare at Sandra, indicating she should watch her words.
“It’s, uhm… it’s a running gag about the ocean and the swimming pool,” I quickly said, not wanting to go into too much detail, of course.
“I’m glad you’ve had fun and enjoyed yourself,” Laura said thoughtfully. “Because, uhm… we’re considering booking a cruise. It would mean being away for almost a month. We’ve already spoken to the girls about this before we left, and they said they were okay with it as long as this week was okay. And judging by their reaction, it was. We’ve also arranged things with their school, so also no problem there. But… uhm… would you be willing to look after them again?”
I attempted to look thoughtful, and after a second, I said, “I don’t know… A month is a long time. You’d have to bring a couple more books to read!”
I gave the girls a knowing wink, and they both licked their lips seductively while grinning back cheekily. I doubted if my body would survive another month of countless sex, but I was more than willing to try.
The end
Copyright 2024 – Jason Crow All rights reserved
Porky porky semper rem hic iure dicit. Quod suus ‘omnes folks’
Part three I awoke earlier than usual that morning. As I was lying in bed, I found myself looking at the ceiling, replaying the events of yesterday in my mind. The realization I had come to in the evening still lingered. Why should the girls be constrained by my own prudishness? Okay, I’m not exactly a prude, but why couldn’t they act the way they wanted around me because I was held back by society’s rules? I acknowledged to myself that I took some moral liberties here, and I wasn’t entirely sure if my actions were driven by genuine concern or something else. However, one thing was sure: I regretted my behavior.
I didn’t hear any movement from the room next door, but a quick glance at my alarm clock revealed that it was late enough to start the day. So, I got up, showered, forced myself to wear only my black Versace boxer briefs, and headed downstairs.
All the models I took back to my place and who stayed for breakfast were amazed by the omelets I made, so I decided to do the same for Sarah and Sandra. As I finished making the first of my famous omelets, I heard the patter of young, bare feet on the kitchen tile. Before I could react, with my hands full, I felt a kiss on my cheek from behind, and Sarah cheerfully wished me a good morning. Glancing around, I noticed she was dressed in the same outfit as last night, although her shirt was now inside-out, her blonde hair not yet brushed.
“Have a seat and prepare to be amazed,” I said, grinning widely.
I placed the plate in front of her and observed as she took the first bite. As the flavors danced on her taste buds, her face lit up, and she said with a look of awe on her face, “This is wonderful! You really are an amazing cook!”
“Thanks!” I replied, turning around and hearing another pair of bare feet on the stairs.
Sarah’s amused voice piped up, “Are you sure you’re not gay?”
“Bite me!” I chuckled, turning to see Sandra’s sleepy expression.
“Morning…” she grumbled, clearly not quite awake yet.
After finishing Sandra’s omelet and watching her take her first bite, her eyes widened, and she instantly perked up, showering me with more compliments. “Mom can’t make anything like this,” Sandra divulged.
Once breakfast was over and we were chatting away, an idea popped into my head. In the past, I took my dates to a famous and fancy restaurant called Claudio’s. It was renowned as the best restaurant within a two-hundred-mile radius, situated in a bustling hotspot in town, and it was not uncommon to spot one or two famous people dining there.
When I suggested this to Sarah and Sandra, they became instantly excited, chatting animatedly about all the celebrities they might see. I let them indulge in their excitement for a moment, chuckling at their eagerness.
“But… I didn’t bring anything nice to wear!” Sandra groaned, interrupting the excitement with a hint of concern.
Sarah’s face morphed into one of realization, and she nodded worriedly. Two pairs of puppy eyes were looking at me, and I had to laugh at how the brains of these girls worked.
“Well… then we’ll just have to go shopping, won’t we?”
“YES!” they simultaneously shouted and started jumping around excitedly, each of them giving me a hug.
We agreed that they’d quickly take their morning shower as I cleaned up and made sure we were ready to go. The girls practically raced upstairs, and I cleared the table and put everything in the dishwasher.
As I headed upstairs to get dressed, I could hear the shower running, and the girls were giggling. My room, with its own shower en suite, was further down the hall. The girls were using the guest bathroom here at the top of the stairs.
But the steam coming into the hallway indicated that they had left the door open. At least a crack. I stood for a moment, contemplating my options. If I passed by quickly, no one would notice. But then again, they didn’t seem to mind one bit, either. I was so confused at the moment that I thought I was going mad. But since I decided this morning that I was the one that needed to change, I gathered myself and took a look.
It was as if I was moving in slow motion. The bathroom door wasn’t just ajar. It was completely open, and the moment I could see inside, my eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
Under the big, dual-headed shower, the girls were standing with their backs toward me. Their glistening young bodies on full display. They were talking to each other, seemingly oblivious to the open door. I watched as the soap ran down their backs, over their tight, hot asses, where it accumulated between their cheeks and disappeared between their legs.
Watching their wet bodies like this in the indirect bathroom lighting made me pop a boner almost instantly. I knew I didn’t want to get hard over them, but my body had a different opinion. I lingered as long as I could get away with and absorbed every inch of their young bodies, hoping to etch this image into my brain.
The moment Sarah turned sideways, and I saw her silhouette with her hard nipple sticking out from her small breast, I snapped out of it. I tore my eyes from her chest and looked at her face. The steam in the shower made me unsure of what I saw, but I thought I caught her looking with a hint of amusement in her eyes. Surely, she would’ve said something if she had caught me looking. Right? Not wanting to risk any longer, I hurried to my room.
Once inside, I hesitated a moment if I should open up my surveillance app. This could show me the camera footage from both the shower and their bedroom, but despite my throbbing cock needing urgent relief, I decided against it. It would be more than a little unethical to use the hidden cameras used for my AI, right? Not wanting to dwell any longer over this internal ethical battle, I whipped out my rock-hard dick and jerked myself to an intense orgasm within ten strokes, the images of my naked nieces filling my head.
I was barely clear enough to aim my spraying cock toward the damp towel that was still lying on the floor after my morning shower, but thankfully, I managed. After I regained my senses, looked at the mess on the towel, and the realization of what just had happened kicked in, I mumbled, “What the fuck is wrong with me?”
I couldn’t shake the images of their naked bodies from my head. I only saw their backsides and one sideboob. But somehow, these young girls struck a chord with me. Their developing bodies, youthful innocence, and near-perfect figures, combined with the sexy insinuations they made, were just too much for me. I couldn’t help it.
The bad thing was that I didn’t feel any guilt or remorse now. I jerked myself to one of the quickest orgasms ever by just thinking about them, and it was hot as fuck. Even the thought of doing more with them wasn’t that scary anymore. I realized I was tumbling down a slippery moral slope, and I didn’t really care that I did. Where was this going to end?
Of course, I knew I shouldn’t and couldn’t do more than look and that it was on me to maintain a proper distance, but there was no harm in fantasizing, right? Despite some of the things they said and did, they sure as hell wouldn’t want to have anything to do with their old uncle like that. Not physically. They were just too green and innocent to realize the effect their actions had on me.
I chose an outfit that was both stylish and casual, got dressed, and just as I opened the door to head downstairs, the girls stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in towels. The fluffy towels covered them modestly, but their long, shapely legs and bare shoulders were still a delightful sight.
“I’ll be in the garage. Meet you guys there,” I said as I reached the top of the stairs.
“Just be a minute,” they chimed in unison and walked over toward their closet.
Later, it dawned on me that they didn’t close the bedroom door behind them. But since I didn’t have a plausible reason to be upstairs, I had to leave it at that.
“Nice rides, Ronald!” Sandra said as she checked out my collection of cars.
“Which car should we take, girls?”
They didn’t respond but rushed over to my convertible. It wasn’t a huge surprise they chose that one. It’s flashy and always attracts looks and praises from people who see me in that car. Seeing those two all hyped up brought a smile to my face.
“I guess it’s the Maserati…”
“Yeah! This one’s awesome!” Sarah cheered as she sat down in the passenger seat.
“Thanks!” I said, getting in and bringing the V6 to life. I revved the engine, causing both Sandra and Sarah to giggle and look at me in awe. “This is a Maserati GranCabrio Trofeo. It’s actually the closest thing to a regular car I own. But it’s got a twin-turbo V6 engine and almost six hundred brake horsepower, so it’s basically a supercar that can sit four.”
“Cool,” she replied.
The girls obviously weren’t that impressed by the numbers or interested in cars in general. They couldn’t care less what was under the hood but were too polite to say it to me. So, I figured I might as well stop talking about it and let the engine do the talking. After I exited the garage and drove all the way to my front gate, revving the engine every now and then, I turned onto the public road. Making sure no one was in front or behind me, I pressed down hard on the gas pedal, and we were pushed firmly into our seats. The girl’s impressed reactions were enough for me. Everyone likes a fast car! About twenty minutes later, we arrived at the salon where the girls would try new dresses. They were expecting us, and as the valet drove off in my car, we were greeted by Carmen, the owner of this exclusive shop.
“Ronald!!” Carmen said with her fake accent, walked over to me, and greeted me with open arms.
She gave me two fake pecks on my cheeks and made a show of checking me out. After an approving ‘hmm’ and nod from her, I knew I did well in front of my closet this morning.
“Carmen, I’m taking these two girls to Claudio’s tonight. I need you to make sure they look like they belong there and not in the chorus of Annie.”
“Of course, Ronnie.”
Carmen snapped her fingers and gestured to one of her employees that the girls should be taken to the dressing rooms. When they were out of earshot, I looked at Carmen and said, “Let them try on three apiece. Keep it classic: black, blue, red, white, nothing avant-garde. Tell me which one is their favorite so it can be my choice, as well.”
“Of course, darling! Nothing but the best for my cutest customer!” she said and winked seductively at me.
It wasn’t uncommon for us to flirt. Carmen was a good-looking woman in her early fifties. Not exactly in my hunting grounds, but a friendly woman who’d earned her place with the rich and famous by working hard and staying strong. I winked back at her, and after flashing a broad smile, she headed over to the dressing rooms.
As she walked off, she asked one of the other women who worked there to bring me a coffee. Carmen’s shop was known for brewing one of the finest cappuccinos one could find in the entire Bay Area. I sat down on a white chair near the dressing rooms, and when she gave me the cappuccino, I got a good, long look down her shirt. I didn’t see any nipples, but her small braless tits looked mighty fine on her. And when she walked away, I couldn’t take my eyes off her swaying hips and tight ass.
Good! I still liked adult women. This was more than mildly comforting, and the fear of becoming a pervert ebbed away little by little. Unfortunately, this didn’t last long. After about an hour of patiently reading magazines and working through some emails on my phone, the door opened. Carmen walked out, gesturing for Sarah to come out of the dressing room. And when she did, I felt a stir in my pants.
Sarah was wearing a skintight black dress with glitters woven into the fabric. The bottom of the dress was halfway down her upper legs and was modest enough for a girl her age. But the top was strapless, and the heart-shaped fabric followed the curves of her breasts, making them look bigger. When she turned to show her back, I saw a vertical, oval-shaped gap, about an inch wide at the widest point, running from the top to just above her ass. It was small at the top and bottom and wide in the middle, almost onion-shaped. This dress looked amazing on her, and it gave it an expensive look and feel. By looking at the gap, it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra, and when I saw the top of her panties, I knew we’d have to look into that.
“Oh wow! You look amazing!” I exclaimed.
“Really? Isn’t it… too much?”
“Absolutely not! This dress is made for you!”
“It is, isn’t it?” Carmen said with her thick, fake French accent as she walked up to us. “Here, darling. Try these on. I think they will fit perfectly.”
Carmen gave Sarah a pair of black shoes. They looked very fancy, and because she had no experience with high heels, they were strappy flats. But because of her long legs, you’d have to look twice to notice they didn’t have heels. Next, Carmen handed Sarah a little black purse with a golden chain, and she hung it over her shoulder. I looked her over and smiled at this gorgeous young woman standing there in front of me.
“You look like a million bucks!”
Carmen smiled and said, “Wait till you see the bill…”
I shook my head as I noticed the twinkling in her eyes. I knew this wasn’t going to be cheap, but it was all worth it.
“You sure I can have this!?” Sarah asked with disbelief all over her face.
“We need to be dressed for the occasion, don’t we?”
“Yeah… but…”
“No buts! It’s my chance to spoil you, so I don’t want to hear about it!”
Sarah smiled and gave me a tight hug. As she stood back straight, Carmen called Sandra out.
Sandra almost glided out, wearing a tight, red dress that ended halfway down her lower legs. But the split in it ended almost at her hip and looked sexy as fuck! The top had a small turtleneck, but the fabric went in a triangular form from the front of the turtleneck to halfway up her chest. This meant she showed a hint of sideboob, but it was still very classy and nowhere near trashy.
After she spun on her feet to show me her back, I saw it was completely bare. Her ass was covered nicely, and the problem Sarah had with her panties showing wasn’t going to be an issue for Sandra. The only thing was that the fabric was tight and silk-like, causing her panty line to show through the fabric. Nothing a thong couldn’t fix, and I assumed she had one with her because of how I remembered how the girls looked while wearing their yoga pants. But other than that, she looked equally fine as her cousin.
Carmen also handed shoes and a matching purse to Sandra, and as I stood there, admiring my nieces, I couldn’t believe how fast they were growing up. I asked them to pose and took a picture, which I sent to my sisters. They immediately responded with how great they both looked and how I shouldn’t spoil them this much. I didn’t care. I wanted to share my wealth with them.
The girls went back into the dressing rooms, and I walked over to the counter with Carmen, where I’d pay for everything. Carmen complimented me on how well-behaved and good-looking my nieces were. She knew exactly how to play me, and since I had taken most of my dates here to shop in the past, I couldn’t blame her. As she took my credit card, I asked, “Can you… advise them on makeup? Keep it simple, not clownish? I don’t want to have to tell…”
I was feeling uncomfortable and stupid, and Carmen cocked an eyebrow as she sized me up. Her lips curled into a smile, and she said, “Of course, Darling. I’ll go to them in a minute and give them a crash course on it.”
“And, uhm… while you’re there… Can you…” I felt my face go red. I cleared my throat, “can you help them with proper… underwear?”
She nodded. I felt a sense of relief wash over me as she said, “I’ve got just the right lingerie for them.”
My payment was done, and Carmen was heading over to the dressing room. It took me a moment to digest what she just said. I didn’t want them to be wearing fancy lingerie. They couldn’t even wear a bra! They just needed a pair of panties. Or thongs. Or… whatever! But I also knew Carmen a little bit. After I let it all sink in, I knew she’d give them the proper undies. And when I checked the bill, it only showed the line ‘underwear,’ so I was getting more at ease with this uncomfortable situation.
As we exited the store, the girl’s hands full with bags, Carmen waved us goodbye. I gave her a hug and thanked her for all the help. Her hands roamed all over my back as we hugged, something she always did and had turned into a routine.
“Of course, Darling! You’re welcome. See you next time!” she said and patted my butt.
When I turned around, I saw Sarah looking at us, and her smile appeared to be gone. As I approached them to open the trunk, she threw her arms around me, kissed me on my cheek, and pressed her body against mine. I smiled at her and helped them place the bags in the trunk.
During the ride home, they couldn’t stop talking about their expensive new clothes. We agreed that we’d chill for the rest of the day, so after we got home, I grabbed my laptop, took the elevator down to the beach, and worked through my emails. Sarah came down with me and read her book on the chair beside me. At the bottom of the elevator, I had a cabana containing a fridge, towels, a shower, and a small dressing room. I grabbed two Cokes from the big fridge, handed Sarah one, sat down in the shade, and opened my laptop.
We sat next to each other on the beach, overlooking the ocean, a warm breeze caressing our faces. We didn’t talk much and were comfortable just keeping each other company. Apparently, Sandra had decided to lounge by the pool and work on her tan, something Sarah didn’t feel like doing today. I was engrossed in a piece of code that expanded the artificial assistant I was building when Sarah asked out of the blue, “What does sex feel like?”
“Uh… what’s that?” I asked, afraid I heard it correctly.
“Sex. People always make such a big fuss about it, but is it really that big of a deal?”
“It’s uhm… it’s…” I stammered, thought about it for a second, watched the ocean waves come in once, twice, three times, and cleared my throat, “When you really like someone, sex is the best way to express those feelings.”
“Well… Yesterday evening, in bed, Sandra and I found some articles online. According to those, you’ve had sex with a different woman practically every night. Did you ‘really like’ them too?” she asked, a bit snarky and with the emphasis on ‘really like them.’
Shit! Those articles. I forgot about the downside of being a playboy. How did I talk myself out of this one? I thought about it for a second and realized this girl wasn’t stupid and couldn’t be fooled. So I decided to just spit it out.
“You’re right. The best way to express your feelings for someone is by having sex together. Or better yet, make love. But just the sex is also a lot of fun! Heck! If they invent something better than sex, I’d still keep having sex because it’s simply amazing!”
Sarah chuckled at that and said, “Then why is everyone so uptight about it? Why can’t I have sex?”
“Well… first off, you need to be careful. There are a lot of people out there who might hurt you, so you have to trust that person. And second… pregnancy.”
“I’m on the pill. Mom said it’s best to start early so it, in her words, wouldn’t hold me back,” she interrupted me, looking blankly at me.
I nodded, searching for the right words when Sarah continued, “Mom said I was… some word… preco… precoco…?” she said, looking thoughtfully as she searched for the correct word.
“Precocious?” I asked.
“Yeah! That’s the one.”
I nodded and said, “I would certainly agree with that.”
“She said I was precocious and should be prepared for ‘it’ before it’s too late. So that’s why she took me to the doctor for this. And then Sandra followed… of course.”
“Okay. That’s good. Then you just need to find a person who’s willing and who you trust.”
“I know someone…” Sarah purred.
“Good! Then I’d say it’s a matter of explaining to him what you want when you’re back home. There’s nothing wrong with girls taking the lead. Just make sure to talk together about what you both want and, more importantly, what you don’t want.”
“Cool.”
“Don’t get me wrong, though! I’m not giving you permission or anything. It’s not up to me to give you that. I’m not your parent, you see. All I’m saying is that if you want to do this, keep my advice in mind.”
“I know. And thanks.”
I looked at her, and she had a smile on her face that made me all mushy inside. “It’s one lucky boy, though, you know that?”
“Who is?”
“The boy you want to have sex with.”
“Thanks,” and a blush spread across her face.
Before it could get any more awkward, I pretended to be busy on my laptop again. I noticed in the corner of my eye that she hadn’t opened her book again. I guessed that she was thinking about what I just said and decided to let her chew on it for a while.
“Thanks for being so honest, Ronald. It’s just that… I read this chapter in my book that talked a lot about sex, and Sandra and I talked this morning about what it would be like having real sex. So, I was curious… you’re actually the first adult who’s being open about it.”
I was flattered by her honesty and said, “Well… you’re going to do it someday anyway, so you might as well know how things work, right?”
“I know. But not everyone thinks like that,” she said, and there was that smile again.
She picked up her book again, and we went back to doing our own thing. After the sun dropped a couple inches, we realized we needed to get freshened up, get dressed, and be ready to head into the city. We cleaned up at the beach, put our stuff back where it belonged, and we got into the elevator.
“This was nice,” Sarah said, placing her head on my shoulder.
“It sure was. We… oh…” I said as the elevator doors opened.
There, right in front of us, lay Sandra on her belly on a chaise lounge. I’ve seen that before, obviously, but now she was topless, and she’d pulled the bikini bottoms a little between her cheeks to mimic a thong.
“Hi!” Sarah chirped and walked past her to get inside, not giving her cousin a second look.
“Hi, Ronald. Had fun downstairs?” Sandra asked.
“Uhm. Yeah. I’ve actually got some work done,” I said, hearing my voice tremble as my eyes roamed over her body.
Sandra saw me looking and asked, “You don’t mind, do you?”
“Nah. We talked about this. Just do whatever you feel comfortable doing.”
Thankfully, she kept lying on her belly. But despite my lack of body language reading skills, I got the impression she wasn’t as confident as she wanted me to believe. And I was somehow glad she wasn’t. This saved us from an awkward situation. But she had been calling my bluff a couple of times now, and maybe now that we were alone, it was time to turn the tables.
I set my laptop down on a table, which made it look like I was going to do a little more work. “It’s going to take you two a little longer to clean up and get ready for tonight, so I think it’s better if you get upstairs too,” I said, waiting to see what she’d do.
I could see the internal struggle on her face. I was right! She wasn’t as confident as she thought she was, and now it showed. This was going to be fun. She either backed off, and we wouldn’t be having those standoffs like we had at dinner anymore, or she’d get up and show me her boobs. Either way, I won.
It took her a couple of moments, but eventually, she sat up straight and looked timidly at me. I knew she didn’t want to appear shy, so I tried to act all casual and didn’t want to make her feel insecure in any way.
So I looked at her exposed chest, not feeling the need to be shy about it, and smiled. Her breasts seemed almost identical to Sarah’s. They were probably A or small B cup with hard nipples and boyishly small areolas. They looked so invitingly sexy on her that I had to restrain myself from putting my mouth over one of those stiff nipples. After a brief moment, Sandra tentatively got to her feet, grabbed her stuff, and just looked at me, the insecurity dripping from her face.
“You look nice,” I said softly.
“Thanks…. I’m not as big…” she whispered, looking at her chest.
“Don’t worry! You look great, and you should own it!” I interrupted her and tried to give her a confidence boost.
I managed to keep from ogling her boobs and looked her in the face as I said this. Her self-doubt washed away immediately, and her face was all smiles all of a sudden. Judging by her coy smile, this was precisely what she needed. But I didn’t want to make this any bigger than it should be, so I said, “Now… get inside and get changed, okay?”
As she walked past me toward the door, I let my eyes drink in this bikini-bottom-clad body as she almost floated toward the house. She really did look sexy as fuck!
* * *
I was tapping my foot impatiently at the bottom of the stairs. I had ordered a stretch limo, and it was about to arrive any moment now. I was wearing my tuxedo and looking forward to spending the evening with the girls.
As I checked my watch for the fourth time in five seconds, I heard footsteps above me and looked up. My eyes widened as the girls came down the stairs. They’d done their hair and makeup and simply looked gorgeous! It was obvious Carmen gave them good advice on the fresh look, and they’d done quite nicely helping each other with their hair.
“Oh, wow!” I said, amazed, lighting up their faces as they saw me looking.
“This is weird…” Sandra said insecurely as she walked up next to me.
I stepped back to admire them properly. Now that their hair and makeup were done, they looked like young adults.
“Turn around,” I instructed.
Both girls playfully spun around to show me their complete outfits. I immediately noticed that Sandra’s red dress now lacked the panty line it had earlier. I assumed the thong did its job. And apparently, Sandra had helped Sarah with her low-cut dress at the back because only skin was showing now! The fabric probably ended barely above her crack, but nothing was showing, and it was still a very classy dress.
As I nodded approvingly at them, my phone buzzed. After I checked the message, I smiled and put it back in my pocket. I grabbed my wallet and said, “Our ride is here,” opening the door to the hallway for them.
“Our ride?” Sarah asked as she walked past me.
“You ordered an Uber?” Sandra asked quizzically behind her.
Sarah was the first to get outside, and she excitedly shouted, “A LIMO!”
I had ordered a white, stretched Hummer for this evening. I knew someone who was the go-to guy for all the celebrities around here. He wasn’t cheap but almost always available, high-quality, and discrete. That last bit wasn’t that important to me, but before you knew it, word would spread that I was into young girls, and my social life would be demolished. So, a little discretion wouldn’t hurt.
“This is awesome!” Sandra said as we sat down.
“Freakin’ amazing!” Sarah added, “Why did you do this?”
“Well… I like to travel in style. And this way, I can drink some alcohol and, best of all, enjoy your company even better.”
“So cool…” Sandra said absentmindedly as she fiddled with the sound system.
Before I knew it, loud music was coming out of the speakers, and disco lights were flashing around us. I smiled as I grabbed the bottle of champagne. Good, it was a bottle of Mumm. A sweet-ish Champagne the girls would probably like, too. I checked that the driver couldn’t see us, grabbed three glasses and let the cork pop out of the bottle, collective cheers coming my way.
“Cheers!”
When we arrived at the restaurant, there was a short line of waiting people. But since I made reservations and knew the owner, I didn’t worry about that. I helped the girls get out of the limo, and we walked toward the entrance, where we were warmly greeted by the maître d. We heard some excited chatter from the people waiting when we were escorted into the restaurant.
Dinner was fantastic. I helped the girls with their orders, and the food was excellent, as usual. They couldn’t stop talking about the celebrities we spotted in the restaurant. It turns out there was a meeting in town this afternoon where a new series was pitched. Apparently, it attracted a few A-list actors and their managers, and it seemed like almost all of them ended up at Claudio’s for dinner.
I had a weak spot for good champagne, and Claudio’s served one of the best I knew. So, during dinner, I had my fair share of it, and the girls drank a couple of virgin cocktails. As we left the restaurant and were waiting for the limo to come back around, someone I knew but couldn’t quite place stood next to me and said hello. It turned out to be Andrea Arru, the lead actor of that show we watched last night. I was hardly ever impressed by anyone, and starstruck wasn’t in my vocabulary, but the girls acted all silly and giggly as he said hello to them, too.
We got comfortable in the limo, with the girls on the right bench and me sitting across. I opened another bottle of champagne and poured three glasses again. We touched glasses and toasted to a wonderful evening.
I wasn’t drunk by any means, but the alcohol started to have an effect on me. I noticed Sandra’s hard nipples trying to poke through the red, silky fabric, and Sarah’s long, shapely legs just didn’t seem to end. But the aversion I felt earlier and thinking of them in a certain way wasn’t anywhere to be found now. I was simply admiring their bodies.
Sarah saw me looking and asked, “What is it?”
“I’m just admiring two beautiful women,” I said, smiling warmly.
“You’re silly,” Sandra said, taking her shoes off and laying them down on the bench next to her.
Sarah followed suit, and now their shapely legs looked even longer. I wasn’t a foot guy. Not even by a long shot, but seeing their bare feet under these fancy dresses made them look even hotter and more mature.
I whipped out my phone and fired up the camera app. Pointing it at them, they flashed broad smiles and looped their arms around each other’s waists. I managed to capture two quick shots before a sudden jolt from a pothole sent my phone tumbling from my grasp.
“Ah, shit!” I muttered, scrambling to locate it.
Despite my efforts, I couldn’t spot it right away. It must have slipped under one of the seats or something. So, I dropped to my knees and began scouring the floor, but I still couldn’t see it.
“Here!” Sarah piped up, extending her phone toward me with the flashlight activated.
Grateful for her assistance, I accepted the phone and aimed the beam downward in search of mine. However, as the light swept downward, it inadvertently illuminated between her slightly spread legs. I knew I had to look. Every man glances between a girl’s legs when he gets the chance. It’s an involuntary reaction that has probably been genetically programmed since the dawn of man.
But when the light briefly illuminated the inside of her skirt, my eyes almost popped out, and I nearly choked. There, at the top of her shapely legs, I saw a small, dark pinkish, glistening little slit. Beside the slit, two small, bald globes of delicious-looking flesh completed the heaven between her legs.
My phone was almost forgotten, but I was still clear enough not to stare at a twelve-year-old girl between her legs. So I lingered for another second before I started looking for my phone again. It didn’t take long, and after I grabbed it, I chanced one more look at the young sex between her legs.
I glanced up, and Sarah gave me a knowing smile. Ever so slightly, her right leg began moving away from me. As I leaned back against the seat and stashed my phone away, Sandra piped up, “You look flushed. What’s wrong?”
“Oh, it’s nothing. Just feeling a bit warm,” I replied casually.
This brought smiles to both girls’ faces, and Sarah eagerly interjected, “Can we go swimming in the ocean when we get back? I’ve never gone night swimming!”
“Yeah!” Sandra chimed in, adding, “Brenda from school said she did it once with her aunt, and she couldn’t stop talking about it.”
I hesitated, feeling a bit caught off guard. My mind was still filled with the image of young pussy, and I was more than a little excited about the prospect of going swimming in the ocean with the girls. There was something inherently magical and slightly forbidden about swimming in the sea at night. While technically, I could do as I pleased on my private beach, as a child, I had been taught to steer clear of the dangers of the ocean, especially after dark. However, I knew that my personal beach and the waters in front of it were perfectly safe for swimming, even at night. Mostly.
So, as I gazed into two pairs of pleading eyes with a hint of puppy-dog eagerness, I found myself unable to resist. With a smile, I replied, “Sure, it’ll be fun! Just keep away from the sharks.”
“YES!” they hissed in unison. Then, a second later, my words sunk in, and I loved the look on their faces as they wondered if I was serious about the sharks.
I poured myself another glass and topped off the girls’ glasses as we continued to chat about our evening and the wonderful experiences we’d had. I was looking for a way to bring up the lack of underwear but couldn’t find a way to do this without being creepy.
When we arrived back at my place, I assisted the girls in exiting the limo while engaging in a conversation with the driver about the luxurious features of the vehicle. As the girls walked away, their whispers carried in the air, piquing my curiosity. After expressing my gratitude to the driver, I made my way over to the deck where the girls were waiting.
We entered the elevator, and I noticed Sarah and Sandra giggling like schoolgirls, which immediately aroused my suspicion. They were holding their shoes in their hands, and it took me a moment to grasp this whole situation, likely due to the effects of the champagne. Mixed emotions flooded through me, causing my heart to race.
“Um… don’t we need to grab our swimsuits?” I interjected, attempting to decipher their behavior. Their response was another round of giggles and two flushed faces turning towards me. It became apparent that my suspicions were correct, although surprisingly, it didn’t unsettle me as much as I expected. I even looked forward to going skinny dipping with my nieces.
Sandra, displaying boldness and confidence, chimed in between her giggles, “We’re going night swimming. There’s only one way to do that… It’s a dark night, and we’re all alone.”
“But…” I began, although secretly feeling excited as hell to join them.
“We won’t tell,” Sarah added, “and besides…we’ve already seen your penis.”
I winced at that comment but couldn’t think of anything to say to that. I was going to go skinny dipping with two preteen girls, and there was nothing going to stop us from doing so.
As soon as the elevator doors slid open, the girls burst into giggles once more and flung their shoes at the sand. They moved off to the left while I instinctively drifted a bit to the right, giving us all some space. With one eye on them, I took off my jacket and began to unbutton my shirt.
They worked on each other’s zippers, and almost simultaneously, they dropped their dresses. It turned out I was right that both girls were naked under their dresses, and I saw their bodies glow in the moonlight, in stark contrast against the dark background of the sea and sky, almost like watching two angels float in mid-air.
“Come on, Ronald!” Sandra shouted to me over her shoulder as they sprinted toward the surf.
It must’ve been the alcohol because I didn’t feel any hesitation to fully undress and join the two naked preteens in the ocean. So, moments later, I threw my boxers on the pile of clothes and sprinted toward them. My dick was flopping from left to right as I ran, and I noticed both girls had turned to watch me, their eyes glued on my flopping dick.
But my eyes were having a feast of their own. Sarah and Sandra had turned to watch me run and were knee-deep in the water. This gave me all the opportunities to check them out thoroughly, as much as the dim light would let me.
Their nubile bodies looked magnificent., and I immediately noticed both girl’s boobs were roughly the same. Small, cone-shaped breasts with small, boyish nipples. Their bellies were tight, and their hips were showing just a hint of development. But the real prize was between their legs. Both slits were still bald and clearly visible. Above both slits were a couple of strands of silky pubes that indicated the start of their puberty but did nothing to hide the magical place between their legs.
I noticed all this as I was running, and my dick thankfully remained soft as I watched these sexy teens unknowingly show off their perfect little bodies. As soon as I hit the water, I took three more steps and dove in head-first. The sudden serenity enveloping me, along with the cool ocean water, brought a sense of clarity. While I knew I wasn’t drunk, there was enough alcohol in my system to slightly affect my judgment. However, the joy of being with these wonderful kids, engaging in forbidden activities together, was simply irresistible.
After I resurfaced, I looked back at the girls. I saw their feet disappear into the water as they also dove into a wave, following my example. The waves were pushing me off balance every time they hit me, so I waded through the water until the water level was just below my crotch. A naughty voice inside urged me to show my junk to the girls. I knew that at least a part of that voice was the alcohol talking, but hey! They wanted to go skinny dipping and openly checked me out as I ran toward them. So why not play along?
After they resurfaced and looked my way, two sets of eyes were immediately glued to my crotch. I liked the attention, and I absolutely loved looking at their firm, young boobs. Since all their attention was focused on my dick, I had all the opportunity to check them out.
Out here in the sea, I couldn’t help but feel playful. Without much thought, I propelled myself toward the girls, who attempted to escape with surprised yet playful yelps. Being still fairly deep in the water, their movements were slowed enough for me to catch up. With my arms wrapped around their bellies, the three of us tumbled into the water together. As we tried to get to our feet, hands and arms flew everywhere, and I felt a hard nipple poke against my right hand, and I grabbed a firm piece of ass with my left. And they tried everything to grope me, and I felt one hand on top of my dickhead, and another on my balls. We could’ve got to our feet sooner, but the three of us were just too busy groping around.
Coughing and laughing, we surfaced for air, exchanging smiles. The ocean’s gentle current nudged us toward the shore, and amidst the laughter, Sarah playfully remarked, “Night swimming isn’t supposed to be all about roughhousing, you know?”
As we made our way out of the water, I quipped, “I know, but this was my only chance to get back at you!”
“That’s cheating!” Sandra chimed in, siding with her cousin.
“I don’t care. I won, didn’t I?”
They reluctantly conceded that I had indeed won this round. However, they also cautioned me to watch my back from now on. By now, the water was up to our knees, and I turned to face them. They either weren’t told it isn’t polite to stare at a man’s junk or didn’t seem to care they were openly checking me out. But unlike a couple of minutes before when I lunged at them, almost their entire bodies were on display, and I just had to check their young pussies out, too. I was close enough to see every detail now, and besides a small birthmark above Sandra’s slit, they looked exactly the same and equally sexy.
I was about to ask to go back when Sandra asked, “Isn’t your… penis supposed to be stiff?”
“Uhm… not necessarily, why?” I asked hesitantly.
“During biology, our teacher said that penises are usually stiff when they’re near girls. But yours is… not stiff.”
Sarah giggled as Sandra stated the obvious and nodded her head supportively, covering her mouth with her hand. Surprisingly, I only got a tiny stir but could easily steer clear from popping a boner in front of them.
“It only gets hard when I’m excited. You know… sexually excited,” I said, trying to focus on their eyes instead of the rest of their bodies. I didn’t mention the cold water or alcohol.
“Like when watching porn?” Sarah asked.
Sandra’s eyes lit up, and she added, “Yeah! Miss Henderson said men and boys liked porn.”
It seemed to me that their biology teacher was kind of a man-hater. Probably an old spinster who couldn’t find a man willing to fuck her properly. I felt the responsibility to educate these girls thoroughly and be straightforward about it.
I put my hands out and addressed the issue. “Sometimes I watch porn, yes. And then I get hard, yes. But I also get a boner when I’m just thinking about sexy stuff, like getting a blowjob or having real sex. And then there’s the erections I get during the night and morning. That way, my body is making sure I can have a boner when needed to have sex and make children. It’s all biologically programmed that way.”
“Oh wow… that’s not what she said,” Sarah said, a bit shocked.
After a moment of silence, Sandra asked, “A blowjob is where a girl takes a man’s… penis in her mouth, right? And that’s a good thing?”
“Oh yes!” I said, a bit too excited, chubbing up a little but still not even remotely close to an actual boner. “A woman’s mouth around my dick is an amazing feeling!”
“I’ve heard Brandy talk about it in school. She said she liked it,” Sandra said, looking at Sarah with a look I couldn’t quite place.
Sarah smiled mischievously and nodded, “She said she liked the taste of his c… sperm.”
This made me smile inwardly. These girls were obviously interested in everything that had something to do with sex. And I couldn’t blame them. They were going through puberty, and learning about sex was a natural part of that process. But I couldn’t shake the feeling they knew more than they let on.
“I heard that too,” Sandra said.
“You can call it cum,” I said smiling, “and dick and cock and every other word you’ve learned. As long as we keep it between us, I don’t see a problem.”
“Cool!”
“Let’s get dry, okay?” I said, turning around to get to the beach.
“Okay. I’m dripping wet now,” Sandra chuckled.
Oh boy! Did I cross a line here? I tried to ignore it, but I had to swallow down a lump in my throat, and my heart tried beating out of my chest. Was she referring to her pussy or to the ocean water? Why was I even questioning this? It felt ridiculous to doubt something as simple as being wet.
Sarah looked at me, rolled her eyes, and did a facepalm. I chuckled at that, but when both girls started giggling, and their giggles quickly turned into full-blown laughter, I had to laugh with them, and the awkwardness about the wetness was gone.
After I handed them each a towel and started drying my hair, Sarah asked, “It also needs to be stiff to fuck someone, right?”
I tried to be as casual as possible about it and simply nodded. I tried putting on a little show, so as I dried my back, I let my dick flop from left to right, causing them to giggle.
“It can’t go in when it’s soft, you know?”
“And your… cum?” Sarah continued.
“What about it?” I asked quizzically as I grabbed a two-glass bottle of champagne from the fridge and started opening it.
“Do you need to think about it when your balls are making sperm? Or do you have to do something to make it?”
With a pop, the cork flew off, and the champagne started coming out of the bottle. This caused all three of us to laugh at the symbolism of it, although I highly doubted if the girls had the same link as I did.
I’d hung my towel over my shoulders, not feeling any need to cover up. Being the center of attention of two curious preteens was quite an ego-boosting experience. The girls had wrapped the towels around their torsos, but they looked sexy as fuck with their damp hair, nevertheless.
I didn’t have any clean glasses down here, so I took a big swig from the bottle and handed it to the girls. As each of them drank from it, I said, “No. It’s just like… let’s say… producing saliva. It’s just there, and you don’t have to think about it.”
“Cool!” Sandra said.
Sarah smiled as she handed me the bottle. She said, “I feel a bit funny inside. All warm and tingly.”
I finished the bottle and realized I might have overdone it a bit. Feeling a tad guilty, I stashed the bottle away and decided to call it a night. We gathered our clothes, hopped into the elevator, and made our way up and inside. After tidying up, turning off the lights, and securing the doors, I armed the alarm, and we headed upstairs. At the top of the stairs, just before I headed to my room, each of the girls gave me a tight hug. It felt a bit awkward being hugged while being naked, but they didn’t seem to mind.
“Night, Ronald,” Sandra said. “Thanks for being so honest with us!”
“Yeah! Now you’re definitely our favorite uncle!” Sarah chimed in.
Their words made me blush, and I mumbled, “Thanks! Uh… thanks. Good night!”
“Night!” they chirped in unison before disappearing into their room.
Fucking hell! It was a miracle I didn’t bone up during our swim. But I had to do something about it, or I’d do something I might regret. But first, I needed a shower to wash off the seawater. I figured I’d jack off in bed later.
I threw my towel in the corner and turned on the shower. As I stepped in and let the warm water caress my body, I felt the tension wash away. Images of the two naked preteen girls filled my head as I started rinsing the seawater from my hair. I was picturing the two almost bald pussies and felt my dick stir when I thought I heard something.
I quickly cleared the soap from my eyes to check what it was, but before I could see anything, two bodies joined me in my oversized walk-in shower. I looked at two smiling but determined faces and wondered what they were up to.
“Wh… what are you doing? You’ve got your own shower,” I tried.
“Yeah… but we decided we wanted to see your dick hard. So…”
And with that, both girls squatted in front of me, eying my dick. I was too flabbergasted to say or do anything, and before I could even react, a hand wrapped around my shaft. The feeling of this small hand was terrific, but I knew I should stop these girls! I was supposed to be the responsible adult here. But just the idea of these young, curious, and sexy-as-hell girls was just too overwhelming.
“You… you can’t…” I halfheartedly stammered.
Then I heard Sarah whisper, “Do it.”
My eyes widened as I saw Sandra open her mouth. The moment her lips wrapped themselves around my dickhead, I let out an involuntary moan. Sarah was inches away with her face, and I felt her breath on my balls and shaft.
My dick was filling itself rapidly with my blood, and within a couple of heartbeats, I was stiff as a board. Sandra bobbed her head up and down over my shaft as I grew to full mast, and Sarah was watching intensely at the action in front of her.
With a pop, Sandra released my dick from her mouth, and both girls looked in awe at my exposed and throbbing member.
“Mom was right! It IS big!” Sandra said, impressed.
“Yeah…” Sarah added but pushed Sandra’s hand away and said, “My turn!”
Before I knew it, another young mouth engulfed my hard cock. I knew I should stop them. I knew this perfectly well! But since they were examining my cock like some sort of scientific object, that evil voice in my head told me that I was actually doing them a favor. And this idea stuck! In the back of my mind, I knew this was complete bullshit, but it did give me the much-needed peace of mind to approach it like this and let them do their thing.
“Oohhh…” I moaned as Sarah started using her tongue.
I looked down at the action between my legs, and two pairs of curious and exciting-looking eyes were looking up at me to see what was happening. Sandra immediately started smiling a knowing smile and moved her face closer to lick my balls. After a couple of moments like this, Sandra said, “I wanna do it again.”
Sarah nodded but didn’t pull off. Instead, she moved her mouth so it was sideways on my dick. Sandra immediately caught on and moved a bit, so she covered the other side. This was just too hot. Both girls were working my cock, their lips and tongues touching each other as they did. After feeling a small hand cup my balls, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“I wanna see it shoot its cum,” I heard Sarah whisper, barely loud enough to get over the noise of the cascading water.
I kept my eyes locked on the two inquisitive faces that were looking at my cock as if it was a rocket ship that was about to launch. These two young girls were giving me a clumsy and inexperienced blowjob, but their enthusiasm, combined with the fact that they were my twelve-year-old nieces, made it hotter than hell. Because of that, the cum inside my balls was already boiling and about to come out.
Sarah clearly didn’t know what to expect because her face was closest to my dickhead, and I felt my balls pull up. But being blown and fondled by these two beautiful girls got me close to the edge so quickly that I couldn’t warn her anymore. I grunted loudly as my orgasm washed over me. Through my blurry vision, I saw the first spurt land on Sarah’s face, followed by a surprised yelp and an approving “Oh, yes!”
During the next couple of shots, both hands kept fondling my spurting cock, and I was experiencing one of my best orgasms ever. Not because they were so skilled or because of some orgasm-amplifying drug I took. It was purely the forbidden nature and the ego-boosting admiration they expressed for my dick.
As my orgasm died down and only a small dribble was left, I felt two pairs of lips and two tongues eagerly lapping and sucking away on my dick and dickhead. I’d expected them to be grossed out by my sperm, but the opposite seemed true. But the sensations were just too much for me, so I mumbled, “Take it easy, girls,” and tried pulling my hips back, only to realize my ass was pressed against the shower tiles.
Thankfully, they caught on and pulled back. As I tried to regain my breath, the girls got to their feet, and I heard Sandra giggle coyly. I looked at Sarah and had to suppress a giggle myself. Her face had several globs of my cum on it, slowly sliding down her face.
I assumed she would be appalled by this, but instead of a disgusted face, she smiled hornily at her cousin. I glanced at Sandra, and my eyes widened as she leaned in and started licking my cum from Sarah’s face. A moment later, they started Frenching pretty hardcore, and I saw their tongues wrestling as they moaned into each other’s mouths.
Their hands roamed over their bodies, and it suddenly dawned on me that this wasn’t the first time they had done this. After they stopped kissing, they looked at me, hands on each other’s hips, and Sarah said, “Thanks for showing us!”
“Yeah,” Sandra added, “Now we know we like the taste of your cum…”
“I… I uhm…” I stammered, “You… you know you can’t…”
“Don’t worry,” Sarah interrupted, “this is our little secret.”
“We’re not stupid,” Sandra snickered.
I sighed a sigh of relief, and for lack of anything else to say, I simply nodded. I was just so amazed by everything that happened in the last ten minutes that I wasn’t able to speak a single coherent sentence. They turned their backs to me, showing off their magnificent backsides. They grabbed towels, wrapped them around themselves, and casually walked out, leaving me completely stunned.
“What the fuck…” I mumbled as my dick finally started to go soft.
I still couldn’t believe what had just happened. But if I was honest with myself, it was the sexiest thing I ever experienced. Yeah… too young, and they were family, but maybe this was precisely what made it feel so fucking awesome.
After I finished my shower and dried myself, I hesitated a moment. Should I sneak over to the girl’s room to see what they were up to, or just go to bed and see what the morning would bring? I opted for my bed. Getting my dick sucked by them was beyond hot, and I wouldn’t mind seconds. But I also knew the alcohol was still messing with my head, so it was probably best to just walk away.
I tossed my towel next to the bed and climbed in. As the thin sheet settled over me and I rested my head on the pillow, curiosity got the better of me. Despite promising myself not to use the surveillance system, I couldn’t resist any longer. I needed to know how the girls were doing and what they were talking about.
The system was fully autonomous and managed by one of my AI bots. It handled everything from checking for intruders to listening for distress signals. But I had built in some fail-safes and a manual override option.
Spying on them felt wrong, but my fingers moved on their own as I punched in the passwords and PIN numbers on my tablet. A few more clicks and the camera feeds from the girls’ room popped up.
“Fuck!” I mumbled, and my free hand gripped my rapidly growing dick.
On one of the beds, Sandra was lying naked on her back with her spread legs facing one of the cameras. On top of her lay an equally naked Sarah with her face licking all around her cousin’s cunt. Judging by their moaning and squirming, this steaming hot sixty-nine was reaching its peak.
I pinched my screen and zoomed in on Sandra’s pussy where Sarah’s tongue was lapping away. Her pussy lips were swollen, and everything was glistening with a mixture of cunt juices and saliva. Sarah’s tongue was obviously no stranger down there because she was expertly licking all the good places.
I realized I had started stroking my rock-hard boner as I watched this spectacle in front of me. And despite the blowjob the girls had given me minutes ago, my balls were already boiling again.
Their moans increased in both pitch and volume, and it didn’t take a genius to know what was about to happen next. But Sarah still managed to surprise me when she moved her hand closer and slid two fingers completely into her cousin’s pussy, without any hesitation, friction, or pauses. A couple of heartbeats later, Sandra’s legs straightened, and the deep groan, combined with her shaking body, were the clear indications she was coming.
But a second later, Sarahthrew her head back. The look on her face was one of pure lust and ecstasy as she also came. She couldn’t possibly know it was there and it was hidden from view perfectly, but somehow, she managed to look straight into the camera as she came.
It was as if she was looking directly at me while she came, and it was enough for me to pop off again. Big globs of my cum landed all over my belly and tablet as my balls unloaded themselves with a force I never knew I was capable of. The first spurt even managed to hit me on my chin.
The girls lay still on top of each other while they regained their breaths. Every now and then, Sarah licked over Sandra’s pussy, and according to her giggling, this was also happening the other way around. But after a minute or so, Sarah lifted her body and lay down next to her cousin.
Both had satisfied looks on their faces and were getting comfortable under the thin sheet of their bed. Sandra looked at Sarah and asked, “Do you still think we can persuade Uncle Ronald to fuck us?”
Sarah smiled a broad smile and said, “Yeah… I do. Especially after what we did in the shower.”
“I was afraid he’d get mad and send us away, but you were right!”
“Mom always says that men think with their dick. Guess she’s right…” Sarah snickered.
Sandra giggled at that, and after a few moments, she said, “Maybe… but his dick looks amazing!”
“Yeah… It does. I didn’t expect it to be this big, though.”
“I don’t care. I want to know what it’s like to feel it inside me,” Sandra said, trying to sound all tough and determined.
“Then we’ll have to make sure to let him know what we want.”
“What do you mean?”
“We’ll stop being careful, shy, and subtle,” Sarah planned. “We’ve seen each other naked now, and he let us suck his cock. So, he’s either interested and he’ll help us out, or we can threaten him to tell someone. But I’m guessing it’ll be the first.”
Sandra looked offended and said, “I don’t wanna tell anyone! He’ll get into a lot of trouble if we do. He’s too nice, you know?”
“I know. And we won’t tell a soul, but he doesn’t have to know that, does he?”
“You’re such a wicked bitch sometimes, you know that?”
Sarah nodded and said, “But a bitch who sure knows how to lick your pussy!”
As they both started giggling and settled in for the night, I took that as my signal to switch off the tablet and tidy up the mess I’d created. After dropping my towel and pulling up the sheet, my head was spinning. What exactly was happening here? I was being seduced by two preteen girls who wanted me to fuck them. I knew I should be repulsed by this, but deep down, I had to admit that I felt proud and excited about this. Proud because they chose me to take their cherries, and excited because of their young age and the forbidden nature of it all.
I attempted to wrap my head around the situation, but no matter how much I pondered it, I couldn’t determine what course of action to take or how to interact with them at this point. Eventually, the alcohol began to take its toll, and I closed my eyes, resigning myself to see what tomorrow would bring.
End of part three
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