Date: Tue, 5 Apr 2011 04:40:08 -0700 (PDT) From: Julian Otero Subject: Caroline part 2 The evening having started so well promised to be long and enjoyable. We three shed all our clothes and paused for a bite to eat. Around the table Caroline gave me a big ear full about the sexual atmosphere at school. Things that I had only suspected she confirmed for me. Now, having passed some kind of unspoken test, I felt I had special access privileges to inside information, felt part of the "cool" group. "I know two girls that suck teachers," she said without being the least bit coy, nor giving names "How old are they?" "One's my age and the other is 14. And one girl--she's also 14--gets done a lot by one of the lesbian teachers. She gets fucked with a strap-on and goes down on the teacher." "Sounds hot." My dick was coming up again. I felt a bit naïve and chagrined: this thirteen year old was way ahead of me if what she said was true. The toe hold I had in this affluent environment had hidden aspects of which I had only a mere inkling. Yesterday I was Mister Innocent Teacher and now, ...well...how far would this go? As she got up and cleared the table Caroline confirmed lesbian action made her hot too. "That teacher is very pretty and I'd let her fuck me too, but I wouldn't go down on her." I got up and tried to help because I wanted to watch the cheeks of her naked ass as she moved. "I'd do it with girls my age, though." Her father let out a low moan. "Maybe we can arrange it, sweetheart. I'd love to watch you with some girlfriends. Oh, yess ssirrrr! A few of your friends, like Debbie, ...yeah...I could sink it into their little pussies," Such talk went on for awhile. Caroline told me all the girls in my class think I'm hot, and they speculate on the size of my dick often. (Great ego booster!). Steve pushed his chair back from the table and let us see the effect the talk had on him. His cock, near seven inches, was rigid between his athletic thighs. "Come on honey, how about a ride on my pole... Let's show your teacher what a good little humper you are..." She looked at me and grinned, to which I nodded, I don't know why. Caroline climbed on her father's lap facing toward me. "Yeah, hump me baby...oh Caroline...I love your sweet, sweet pussy... ... we'll get him hot again ...maybe he'll do something for me. Would you like that?" "Oh, Daddy," hissed the daughter as she aimed his shaft at its tender target, "that...would....oh, shit, ...a...very....ah...be a very big, hot, turn on." And, as if on a playground slide, she slid downward with open legs until all of her father's cock slowly entered her, fitting her pussy on him tightly, like a glove on a hand. They humped beautifully, slowly, expertly. She pussy-sucked him as her mouth had sucked me a short while ago. Her clit was big and erect. It was obvious they were very practiced and had no qualms whatsoever about showing me the lust they had for each other. Amid tender moans of lovemaking they spoke dirty words and used special pet names. This, and their thrusts and jerks and squeezing got me in a state of arousal I'd never known with anyone anytime. Steve's remark inviting me to do something to him did not go by me, and I knew now I would. He was damn good looking: how could he not be with such a child? I wasn't totally without gay experience: my high school sophomore year was my "queer year." But this, now this was very sophisticated sex indeed. I wanted to be part of their little sex ring...her, her father, her boyfriends, her girlfriends...it didn't matter now about labels or age or position...it was animal instinct, pure instinct as I'd never know...and these two were ahead of me and I wanted to catch up, fast. Each time she raised up, the underside of his glistening dick looked very tasty. I squatted between four legs and smelled the familiar male smell of him and the new scent of adolescent cunt. She had the tips of her fingers working her clit. I leaned in and kissed the underside of his cock where it entered her. Steve moaned, "that's right teacher, lick me...oh Dave, Dave...I knew you would... you with us...this is...gonna be so great!" Caroline opened her eyes and looked down. "Oh, shit, he's licking you, Dad!" I gave her plenty to see. "Fucker eats cock too." Her face was glazed and pink. She stopped her humping and asked for my tongue on her red, swollen clit. Between their legs it was hot and humid and I savored her hard little nubby. Steve was more than willing to accept my stiff middle finger up his asshole when I searched it out. "Oh, Caroline, baby, he's got his finger...he's finger fucking me...Caroline...oh, do me Dave...Dave...you're gonna put your cock there!" His daughter was squealing with delight at the thought of me screwing her father's ass, so much so she gave up her position and told me to "do it now." We went to the master bed room. Beautiful, king sized bed. She clicked on some music, low. The beat went well with the way my heart was pounding. Steve threw a pillow in the center of the bed and placed himself on it face down, his hips raised for my easy access. His body was smooth and gleaming, without any hair except a neat shaved patch over his dick. I looked at the dark cleft between his cheeks and got ready. Caroline picked up something from the night table and moved onto the bed. "Come close" she said. Gently she applied a scented gel to me. I was then instructed to "open his cheeks." Believe me when I tell you what she did next: she learned over him and kissed his asshole! She did. That done, a squirt of gel was put where her mouth at been. All during this Steve was quietly growling. "Do it. Fuck him." she said. And I did. My cock glided into him easily. A bit of tightness at first, then an opening up into deep, slippery, hot grip. Steve let out a most gratifying loud sigh as if to say "I need this very badly." His young daughter leaned close to his head and whispered things in his ear, some of which I caught even preoccupied as I was. "...like so much, seeing a cock in your ass...Billy's dick is big... Dave is...pound your pussy.... lick his ass hole...." and so on. I lost control as I came, but not so much that I failed to think, "Who's Billy?" end part 2 There's a bit more to tell. I'd like to hear from you. Julian ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com