Date: Wed, 9 Sep 2009 15:44:30 -0700 (PDT) From: Bill Subject: Three Girls Three Bisexual 12-Year-Old Girls By Bill Three bikini-clad girls stood waist-deep in the backyard swimming pool on a Sunday afternoon in early September. The girls had much in common. All of them lived in the same affluent community in Southern California... they all had divorced parents... each of them was 12 years old and had just started 7th grade the previous week... they were in their school's elite social clique of over-privileged and spoiled rich-kids... and each was an extraordinary specimen of early-adolescent beauty. "I was SO ready for school to start!" said Amber. "This summer was so BORING, especially with you guys being out of town practically the whole time. Tennis camp, flute lessons, some hopeless get-girls-interested-in-Math-and- Science fiasco that Mom decided I should do... it was totally postal! I hardly had any time to just hang out!" "That's nothing!" said Jasmine, trying to match the tone of her friend's whining complaint. "At least you didn't have to spend 8 weeks at an all-girls sleep-away camp in the middle of nowhere. Having to sing these stupid songs; everyone wearing the exact same boring tee shirts and shorts; even the same ugly one-piece racing suits for swimming and tanning. Just look at these tan lines!" Jasmine's tiny bikini-top emphasized how much more pale the skin of her mid-section was than her arms and face. "I wasn't going to say anything, girlfriend," said Maya in a slightly condescending tone, "but you definitely need to convince your mom to let you go to a tanning parlor! The best part about me spending the summer in Manhattan with Daddy was that I could talk his bimbo trophy-wife into just about anything. I must have gone tanning about 20 times. Look; no tan lines!" She reached up and pulled down the front of her skimpy bikini-top with both hands, exposing small, perfectly-formed breasts that were as tan as the rest of her body. Their slightly-darker areolas surrounded well-defined nipples, completing the erotic perfection of her nubile young body. Maya beamed with pride while displaying the evidence of her emerging adolescence. "Your titties are beautiful" gasped Jasmine, whose eyes were glued to her friend's pert little breasts. A slight shiver ran through Jasmine's body as she thought back to the exciting sex-play among the girls in her cabin at camp. "I have an idea," said Amber, not to be outdone. "Let's get all-over tans!" She removed her bikini-top completely to show off her own breasts - budding little cones, crested with puffy brown tips. She dipped down neck-deep into the pool, and when she rose back up, the cool water caused the nipples to stiffen slightly at the ends of the soft pubescent breasts. "Oooo! Yours are sexy, girl!" said Maya, as she quickly removed her own top and tossed it onto a poolside chair. Jasmine hesitated. "What if your dad comes out and sees us?" she asked Amber. It was Amber's house where the girls were gathered... or more accurately her father's house. The divorce settlement several years previously called for Amber to spend every other weekend with her father - Friday evening until Monday morning. "Daddy's watching some stupid exhibition football game," said Amber. "He'll be glued to the TV in the basement. Besides, he's seen me topless before." (`But not since my titties began to develop,' she thought to herself.) "Your dad's hot," said Maya. "I wouldn't mind at all if he sees me topless... he could even feel them up if he likes!" she teased. "Maya!" exclaimed Amber in mock-outrage, splashing her friend with water. "Don't even think it!" They both laughed and turned their attention to Jasmine. "Come on, Jaz; don't be shy. Take off your top!" "I wish I had titties like you guys! Promise not to laugh?" Jasmine removed her top – two small triangles of cloth, held in place by slender strings - revealing a flat chest with small disks of dark areola... boyish nipples raised up at their centers. "Don't worry, girlfriend. You still have the most awesome body," said Maya. "You look like a frickin' Olympic gymnast or something!" And it was true. Jasmine had a beautifully athletic body, toned by competitive swimming during her 2 months at camp. She was justifiably proud of her strong shoulders, her long shapely legs, and the sexy butt that was displayed to perfection by her thong bikini. Her appealing combination of athleticism and beauty had made her a sought-after sex partner in the camp's surprisingly-open culture of lesbian activity among the girls. ... As the girls ogled each others' bodies, another set of eyes watched as well. Ron Watson – Amber's father - stood to the side of a bedroom window, peeping down at the pool. He couldn't hear what the girls were saying, but the view was magnificent! His eyes darted from Maya, with her perfect little breasts... to Jasmine's enticingly-erotic boyish body... to his own daughter, who seemed to have bloomed into luscious adolescence almost overnight. Twinges of guilt were no match for Ron's raging libido, as his right hand slid into the waistband of his nylon athletic shorts, inside his boxers, and wrapped around his rigidly-erect penis. ... "So Maya; tell us more about New York!" said Jasmine. "What was the thing that you couldn't tell us about at school? You know, with your cousin." From the earlier discussion, Jasmine had gotten the impression it included girl-on-girl sexuality between Amber and her cousin. Jasmine certainly hoped that was the case, because it would ease her hesitance to disclose her own experiences over the summer. "Like I was saying, I hung out a bunch with my cousin," said Maya. "She's 13 and lives just a couple blocks from Daddy's condo on Central Park West, and she's TOTALLY sophisticated. We had a lot of sleep-overs at her condo, and she introduced me to all her cool friends, and we went to some awesome parties. And you won't believe this, but one of the parties was.... No, I still can't tell you. You might think I'm a skanky slut!" "MAYA!" "Tell us!" "What did you do?" "No secrets!" Both girls were talking at once, with excited anticipation lighting up their faces. "Well, one of the parties was a..." her voice lowered to almost a whisper; "a SEX PARTY!" "Oh my God!" "No way!" giggled Amber and Jasmine. "Yeah, way!" Maya replied, glowing with pride at her friends' awe. "Tell us everything!" "OK. So Suzy and me... Suzy's my cousin... we take a taxi from her place to this ginormous five-story townhouse on the Upper East Side. This boy from Suzy's class lives there, and the whole top floor is his personal play-room. There's a pool table, a massive TV on the wall, and a sound system that's probably meant for a nightclub! It's decorated in a crazy retro-hippy theme and there are a bunch of sofas and futons around – perfect for make-out sessions! So all the kids at the party were a year older than me, going into 8th grade; and there were actually more boys than girls! Can you believe it? Like, seven boys and five girls, including me. And everyone was drinking this fruit punch with vodka in it. And after a couple glasses I was totally relaxed and felt like I'd known all these super-cool kids my entire life!" "What about the sex part?" asked Amber impatiently. "Don't rush me. I'm getting to that. So at first we were just hanging out, talking and listening to music and dancing – well, the GIRLS were dancing - and playing Xbox. Then the kid hosting the party – his name was Trey – called out "Time to get things going!" He was like the guy on a TV reality show who tells the contestants what crazy stuff they have to do. So he locked the door to the party-room (not that his parents were coming up anyway), and dimmed all the lights except one overhead spotlight, and switched the music to a playlist of trippy electro-dance. Then he got a deck of cards and pulled out all the hearts and shuffled them, and told everyone to pick a card. The person with the lowest card had to do a strip-tease, with everyone else watching! My card was, like, the 6 so I got to watch what some of the others did before it was my turn. The kid who had to go first was this unbelievably cute boy, with blond hair and a face like a younger version of an Abercrombie model. His name was Ethan. He wasn't as tall as some of the other boys, but as he took off his shirt and shoes and pants, he had a really nice body and you could tell he was really good at athletics. And when he started to slowly lower the waistband of his boxers, I felt so excited I could hardly breathe!" Maya's hand slipped inside her bikini-bottom, underwater and hidden from the other girls' view, pressing her finger to her clit as she spoke. ... From his vantage-point on the second floor, Ron had a clear view of Maya's hand movements. His pants and underwear were now at his ankles, and he was stroking his stiff cock with breathless lust. As his eyes moved from one girl to another, his brain flitted through his imagination's storehouse of sexual fantasies involving young-adolescent girls. ... "Maya! This is so incredible! Did he actually get naked?" "Yeah! And it was SO amazing! The only time I'd ever seen a penis before then was giving bath to a 5-year-old I was babysitting. But Ethan's was... it was like ultra-cute and also wicked-sexy, all at the same time! His penis was soft when his undies came off, and I guess it looked kind of like the 5-year-old's, except it was twice as big... and the ball-thingies were a lot bigger too, and hanging down much more. Ethan didn't have any hair down there... well, actually he had some blond hairs when you got your face up real close." "You mean you..." Amber began. "Don't get ahead of me; there's lots more to come," said Maya. "So it's soft and kind of pointing down when I first see it, but the other boys - and even some of the girls – are saying `Get a boner, Ethan!' And when Ethan touched his penis and fooled with it for only a few seconds, it started getting bigger and stiff and raising itself upward all by itself until it was pointing straight up! And it was TOTALLY sexy-beautiful." "How big was it?" asked Amber. "Oh, gosh; I don't know. Maybe 4 inches long? Maybe longer... and as thick as, you know, like a hotdog. He looked amazingly awesome standing there completely naked, showing off his boner and stroking it with his fingers! And he danced around a little, shaking his hips, and made the boner wiggle back and forth. Then Trey said `OK, who has the 3 of hearts?', and Ethan got dressed again. The next kid was a girl whose name I forget. Just like Ethan, she didn't seem at all embarrassed to get naked and dance around for everyone to see. And also like Ethan, she touched herself down there, fingering her pussy in front of EVERYONE!" "You mean like masturbating?" said Jasmine eagerly, licking her lips as she imagined the display. "Yes! Totally! But just a quick tease; like 30 seconds." "What was it like when you stripped?" asked Amber. "I was a little nervous before I started, but I loved it! Of course, I was a little tipsy from the alcohol. And when I showed my titties, the other kids encouraged me by saying they looked sexy. And when I took off my panties and danced around naked a little bit, they actually cheered for me! I even fingered myself a little too!" "I would have been SO embarrassed," said Amber. "But I would have LOVED to see the naked boys. So you actually saw SEVEN boys get completely naked!?" "Yeah! And they all had boners! Some of them had a boner even before they took off their undies. Most of them had bigger ones than Ethan's – and hairier too – but I thought Ethan's was WAY best. And after everyone had taken a turn stripping, Trey announced another game using cards. He got six of the heart-cards and the same six cards in spades and shuffled them up. When everybody picked one, each pair who had the same card had to put on a SEX SHOW! And if it was two boys or two girls who had the same card, they had to do sex-stuff with each other too while everyone else watched!" "Nuh-uh!" said Jasmine in an excited tone, as her hand too slid underwater, into the tiny triangle of cloth that barely covered her pubic mound, and she surreptitiously began rubbing the pleasure spot that she had discovered on her first night at camp. "Yuh-huh!" said Maya. "And guess who I got? Ethan! Can you believe it? We didn't have to go first, though. It was in the order of the cards, and we were practically last, so I got to watch most of the other sex-shows before it was our turn. Trey was telling the rules, and he said both kids whose turn it was had to start out totally naked. Then they would take turns, and each one would have one minute to do any sex-thing they wanted with the other kid, and the other kid had to do it. Then they would switch and the other one would have a minute of whatever she wanted." "That's just incredible!" gasped Jasmine. "And this boy and girl who were up first... Trey said the girl gets to go first... they sat down together on this futon and she told the boy to kiss her titties and finger her pussy. And while he's doing it, she's stroking his stiff boner, and it must have been almost 6 inches long!" Amber and Jasmine were struck speechless as they listened. "And when the minute is up," continued Maya, "the boy gives this wicked smile and pushes out his boner with his fingers and says `get on your knees and suck it'... and the girl does! She kneels on the floor between his spread-apart legs, and she takes his boner in her hand and brings her mouth down to it and...." Just then, Amber's father opened the sliding glass door at the back of the house. A phone call had ruined his masturbation, just as it was getting really good, and he decided it would be imprudent to start it up again. "(Ahem.) Excuse me, ladies!" he said after getting a good at them one more time. The three 12-year-olds sank down neck-deep into the water, giggling. Maya lagged a couple seconds behind the others in her plunge, intent on letting the handsome 35-year-old see her breasts... even giving the man a sly wink before sinking lower in the water. "Oh; hi, Daddy!" said Amber, trying to sound casual. "Hi, Mr. Watson," said Jasmine and Maya in unison. "Jasmine; your mother just called, and she'll be picking up you and Maya in about 15 minutes. Time to get dressed." Ron went back into the house quickly, feeling his penis stiffening again, pushing at the front of his pants. `Jesus! Did that Maya really wink at me?' He rubbed his erection a few times as he grabbed another beer from the refrigerator and retreated to the television room to watch the rest of the football game. As the girls got out of the pool and dried off, they continued talking. "I wish we could have a sleep-over tonight," said Jasmine. "We have SO much more to talk about! And it's not like we have lots of homework for school tomorrow." "We can always do a sleep-over this Friday," said Maya. "How about my house?" "Cool!" said Amber. Then she grinned and whispered: "But what I REALLY wish is that we could get together with some cute guys in our class... and have a sex-party!" The girls exploded in giggling laughter. "Who would we invite?" asked Jasmine. "I'd want Chris Wellington," offered Maya. "He's WAY fly!" Amber and Jasmine grinned and nodded their heads. "And he's best-friends with Mike O'Connor!" said Amber. "I did a make-out session with Mike at that awesome party at the beginning of summer vacation. He was SO sexy!" "Yeah; I saw you, girlfriend!" said Maya. "You guys were tongue-kissing like maniacs... and I was making out with Chris on the other side of the same sofa!" "I know a perfect boy for the sex-party, but he doesn't go to our school," said Jasmine. She decided it wasn't tactful to suggest inviting some hot girls - at least not yet. "His name is Mario and he's a 7th grader at Valley Prep," she said, naming the local private school. "And he's REALLY hot!" she added, remembering his candid revelations about his sexuality when they spoke with each other at the Middle School Gay-Lesbian-Bi Discussion Group at the community center. A stunningly handsome bisexual boy seemed perfect for the scenario that Maya had described. "Can you imagine seeing three boys totally naked?" sighed Amber. "And getting to feel their bodies! "How about watching two boys feeling up each other!" giggled Jasmine. "It would be so awesome to go to a party like that," said Amber. "Do you think we'd ever do it for real?" "I'll bet we could make it happen," said Maya. "Boys are horny all the time. They'd jump at the chance to do sex stuff with girls like us... and I KNOW that boys our age do sex stuff with other guys too! We just have to be brave enough to ask them. The main problem is figuring out where we could have the party." "We could have it here!" said Amber. "We have the pool, and there's the party room in the basement. And Daddy will let me do ANYTHING if I flirt with him." "Even after that party you had here last Spring when the boys had that food fight?" asked Jasmine. "Sure!" said Amber. "Just leave it to me." "We DEFINITELY need to talk about this tomorrow!" said Maya. "Let's meet at recess in the far corner of the athletics field." The three of them wrapped their fluffy beach towels around their bodies, sarong-style, and headed into the house to change clothes in Amber's bedroom. As they entered Amber's bedroom, all three of the girls dropped their towels, still wearing just bikini-bottoms. "Show us how you stripped at the party, Maya," said Jasmine, with a glint of excitement in her eyes. "And then Amber and I will do it too." "We will?" said Amber in surprise. Then she grinned and said "I mean... yeah! Let's do it!" She turned on some music from her iPod boom box. "OK; here goes!" Maya began dancing to the music, bringing her hands up to caress her breasts. Her index fingers toyed with the nipples, making them stiffen and stand out more prominently. Then, with her body moving to the beat of the music, she teasingly lowered the skimpy bathing suit and let it fall to the floor. "You have hair down there too!" said Amber, noticing the growth of downy pubic hair that had only recently sprouted. While one hand returned to fondle her breasts, Maya's other hand reached down to her crotch, touching herself provocatively. Then her middle finger began gliding slowly in a sawing motion along her pussy-slit. She sighed quietly... as did Amber and Jasmine, looking on wide-eyed. Maya began to grind her hips like a stripper, pressing her finger to her clit, copying the pornographic displays put on by the girls at the New York party. As much as she loved the sensations from pleasuring herself, she loved even more how it seemed to impress her two friends. After about a minute, she stopped. "It's time for one of you guys to do it now!" "I'll go next!" said Amber impulsively. A tingle ran through her as she began dancing in imitation of her friend, fondling her breasts and then moving her hands down to untie the strings that held the small patches of material against her crotch and butt-cleft. "That's it, girl!" said Maya. "Now finger yourself. Rub your clit!" Amber blushed with embarrassment and stopped dancing. "This is gonna sound really stupid, but I've never played with myself down there before. Where are you supposed to rub your finger?" Then she jokingly said "I wish I had a cute boy here to do it for me, like at that party!" Jasmine saw her chance and took it. "I'll pretend to be a boy and do it to you!" At camp, all the girls in her cabin had taken turns `being the boy' during sex-play. Amber thought about it for just a moment, and then said "OK, Jaz!" "Oh my God! This'll be so awesome to watch!" Maya gushed. Jasmine stripped off her thong – a slender triangle of cloth that barely covered her bald pubic slit. "Just close your eyes and pretend I'm Mike O'Connor." Amber giggled nervously as her eyelids closed. Jasmine's arms slid around her friend's body, and Amber hugged her in return. They were the same height, and both girls sighed as Amber's soft breasts pressed against the tiny stiff nipples on Jasmine's flat chest. Jasmine wanted so much to kiss her beautiful friend, so she decided to take the risk. Her lips brushed Amber's, barely touching. Amber didn't object or pull back. In fact, she signaled her willingness for more with a barely-audible "mmmmmmm". Their lips came together again, gently at first, then with increasing passion. Amber had kissed several boys before, at parties and school dances, while Jasmine had made out with every girl in her cabin at camp... not to mention the 19-year-old swimming counselor (whose lessons taught in bed had been far more fun than those taught in the water). When their tongues finally met, both girls were consumed with young-adolescent lust. Jasmine's hand came up to Amber's chest, feeling her warm breast with a practiced touch, toying with the stiffening nipple. Their kiss broke as Jasmine's mouth ventured down to nuzzle the pointy cone, kissing it lovingly; sucking gently. Amber moaned softly, tilting her head back with her mouth hanging open as she experienced these pleasures for the first time. The suckling lasted less than a minute, replaced again by Jasmine's fondling hand. "If I were a boy," whispered Jasmine softly in Amber's ear, "my penis would be really stiff by now, and I'd be so horny that I would be humping it against you." At least that's what some of the girls at camp had said. Jasmine's legs straddled one of Amber's thighs, and she squeezed it in rhythmic little thrusts, feeling the delicious pressure on her clit. Then Jasmine's hand left Amber's soft breast and slid down between her friend's legs. Her finger gently stroked between Amber's delicate little labial folds, finally dipping into the warm wetness of her vagina. Amber sighed with pleasure, and the girls' mouths came together again in a hungry kiss, their tongues taking turns probing and receiving. When Jasmine's slippery finger slid up to Amber's clit, the girl's body stiffened, and the breath rushed from her lungs in a gasp. Amber's mind and body were stunned by the overwhelming rush of sexual pleasure as Jasmine's finger moved in a tight circle against the nerve-laden nub. Only two months before, Jasmine herself had been the recipient of this exact same revelation - an inexperienced girl initiated into the joys of masturbation by another girl's skillful fingers. Jasmine toyed with Amber's little button of pleasure-flesh as enthusiastically as if it were her own, frigging Amber's clit with rhythmic stroking, varying the speed and pressure, dipping down occasionally into the vaginal well to refresh her finger's lubrication. "Oh! Oh, Jaz! It's so good! Yes... YES! Keep going!" Maya, sitting on the bed, was fingering her own clit, totally turned on by the erotic display before her. Then she impulsively hopped up and came around behind Amber, running her hands over both girls' bodies as she reached around them, sandwiching Amber in the middle. Then her hands worked their way between the other girls' bodies and came up under Amber's sexy breasts. Jasmine backed away slightly, letting Maya squeeze the soft budding cones and gently pinch the stiff nipples. Then one of Maya's hands left its breast and moved down, across Amber's smooth butt cheek, and reached in between her legs. Maya's finger slid into Amber's pussy, gently finger-fucking the narrow vaginal entrance in shallow strokes from behind, while Jasmine lovingly frigged the girl's clit from the front. Amber's body surged toward its first-ever orgasm. As both of her friends rubbed their bodies against her, vigorously pleasuring with their fingers, Amber felt her muscles getting increasingly rigid with delicious sexual tension. The sensations kept on building, so intense she almost cried out. And then the orgasm hit - waves of ecstasy radiating from her clit, spreading outward through her entire body... spasms of raw sexual pleasure... her vaginal muscles clamping rhythmically on Maya's probing finger. Amber clung tightly to Jasmine, kissing her fiercely until the orgasm began to subside. "Oh, God! That was so AWESOME!" she said at last. "Is it always like that?" Jasmine smiled knowingly, proud of her work. But just as she was about to finally speak freely to her friends about the pleasures of girl-on-girl sex.... "Ladies! Time to go!" It was Amber's father, calling from down the hall. "Jasmine's mom is here. Don't keep her waiting." "Shit!" grumbled Amber. "We were having so much fun!" "I think I know what we're going to do at the sleep-over this Friday," said Maya, as she and Jasmine quickly threw on their clothes. "Before you go, Maya, I've got a question," said Amber. "Did you really suck that boy's penis... that boy Ethan?" "Yep; sure did!" said Maya. "Just for a few seconds when everyone was watching during the sex-show game. But then for-real later on, toward the end of the party, when some of the kids paired off in a dark part of the room. Ethan and I were making out and feeling each other up for a while, and he convinced me to suck him until he had his orgasm. I thought it might be gross, but it was awesome! Just like it'll be at OUR sex-party!" "Yeah..." sighed Amber in a dreamy voice. "See you at school tomorrow," said Jasmine as she and Maya rushed off to their ride. Amber was still feeling aroused. She reached down between her legs and stroked her finger on the still-engorged clit, bringing forth the same pleasure that Jasmine has produced. Then she imagined herself sucking a cute 12-year-old boy's stiff penis, and her body's erotic sensations revved even higher. "This is SO cool!" she murmured to herself as she lay down on her bed. Her right hand worked at her crotch, as she quickly figured out how she could masturbate herself just as effectively as Jasmine had done. Her left hand went to her mouth, and she pretended her finger was Mike O'Connor's boner... sliding it between wet lips, licking and sucking it. The feelings of orgasm gradually rose up within her again, and she vigorously fingered herself to another climax. It wasn't as intense as the first, but it nonetheless left her floating on a cloud of carnal pleasure as she drifted back to reality. It was time to get dressed and have the talk with her father... and she knew that dressing sexy would aid her cause. She put on girlish cotton panties, thin and soft from many washings. Then she selected an out-grown sleeveless cotton shirt, too short at the bottom and clinging snugly to her breasts. Standing in front of the mirror, she was satisfied that this was just the right look for asking Daddy's permission for the party. As she entered the TV room, Ron Watson glanced up from the screen and then did a double-take. He said nothing about the way his daughter was dressed, but he felt his heart thumping in his chest. "Hi, Daddy. Can I ask you something?" Ron pressed the "pause" button on the remote, letting the game record on the cable box's DVR. "Sure, sweetheart." "How is the team doing today?" Amber knew that the best way to talk to boys (and her father was just a big boy) was to start by bringing up something they liked to talk about. "Not bad at all," said Ron, struggling to keep his eyes aimed toward Amber's face, rather than her budding breasts. "The first-team did really well, especially Rivers, the quarterback. They have the substitutes and rookies in now, since this is just an exhibition game, and they're a little shaky." "That's interesting!" said Amber, barely listening to him. She came over to the sofa where her father was seated and snuggled onto his lap, legs to the side and her arms draped loosely around his neck... just as she had done as a little girl, and just as she did now whenever she wanted some money, or any other favor. Ron's left arm went around his daughter's waist, his right hand resting on her knee. `She's incredibly erotic!' he thought to himself. `And her scent - I can smell her sex!' Sweat began forming on his forehead, even though the room's temperature was comfortable and he wore only a tee-shirt and athletic shorts. "You're getting grown up, sweetheart." (`That was totally the wrong thing to say!' he thought to himself as soon as the words came out.) "Why thank-you, Daddy!" she said, kissing him on the cheek and leaning close so that her breasts rubbed lightly against his chest. "Could I ask you a favor, Daddy-kins?" "What is it sweetheart?" His eyes glanced at his girl's precocious tits, pushing against her thin shirt, only a few inches away from his face. He nervously licked his lips, trying to keep his mind away from the lurking taboo thoughts, and his hands from exploring her body. "Could I have a party next time I'm staying with you, like the Saturday after next? Not a big party; probably less than 10 kids. Can I, Daddy-kins?" Her arms hugged a little tighter to Ron's neck, and she placed gentle kisses on his forehead, cheeks, and neck. The man took a deep breath, trying to clear his head. "Will there be boys? You remember what happened last Spring when...." Amber shifted herself around to straddle her father's lap, her knees resting on the sofa on either side of his hips. Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around her, feeling the sensuousness of her maturing body. The girl pressed herself onto her father's crotch, moving around in an unknowingly lap-dance, and brought her mouth right up close to his ear. "Please, Daddy?" she whispered in a breathy, seductive voice. "Pretty please?" Her warm breath in his ear, followed by a flick of her tongue on his earlobe, made the man shiver. "Oh, God!" he murmured under his breath. His hands began moving around her back, moving lower as his heart beat faster. When they slid onto her beautifully-curved butt, his brain went through a momentary battle – like the devil on one shoulder urging him to do it, and the angel demanding that he stop. The angel didn't stand a chance, and he thrust his hips up, pressing his stiffening cock against his daughter's crotch. Amber could feel the erect penis against her pubic mound, even through three layers of clothing. She had made Daddy get a boner! And he was pushing it onto her, just like Jasmine had described. She was intrigued by the power of her emerging sexuality, and determined to play it to her advantage. "I'll make sure the boys don't mess up the house at all." She was still whispering right into his ear. "You can trust me, Daddy. Pleeeese?" She remembered how he had responded a minute ago to her tongue flicking his ear, so she tried it again. This time, she slithered it into his ear like a little snake, the tongue-tip teasing all around. His body trembled with lust, as his impulse-control was disintegrating like a sand castle at high tide. When Amber kissed him full on the lips, his tongue pressed hungrily between her parted lips. As they kissed with increasing fervor, Ron's hips rose up with grinding thrusts. His hands roamed all over her body – her back, her arms, her thighs – and finally to the front of her shirt, cupping her luscious little breasts at last. His daughter not only accepted the pawing hands, she responded by kissing him with even more urgency, and grinding her crotch down onto him even more blatantly. "Daddy? Do you have a... a boner?" she asked, feigning surprise. "I – I'm sorry, sweetheart," Ron sputtered. "I couldn't help it. Maybe we should st...." But before he could get the word out, Amber reached down wrapping her hand around her father's straining erection through the thin material of his nylon shorts and cotton boxers. "Ohhhhh, God!" he moaned, as his head lolled back and his hips thrust up even higher. "Can I see it, Daddy?" Her hand was stroking his cock through his pants. "I've never seen one before." A look of panic flashed across his face. "Sweetheart... we shouldn't... it wouldn't be...." "You can see my titties if you like," said Amber, as she pulled off her shirt in one smooth motion, proudly displaying herself to him. "Oh, God!" the man repeated. The last of his inhibitions crumbled, and his hands pushed his shorts and underwear down his thighs, giving unimpeded access to Amber's exploring hands. Then he reached up to massage his daughter's succulent naked breasts, bringing his mouth to them - kissing, licking, sucking. "Oh, Daddy! Your boner is so handsome!" said Amber, as she held the rigid circumcised cock in her hand. "Is this how I stroke it?" Her hand gripped tightly, moving the skin of the shaft up and down. "Stroke it more gently, sweetheart... with your hand just lightly sliding on it, like this." He reached down with his hand atop hers, seemingly oblivious that he was giving his own daughter instructions about how to masturbate him. "Oh, yes! That's it! Stroke the head. Yeah; like that!" As Amber became accustomed to the masturbation technique, she picked up the pace, her hand stroking up and down the straining shaft, her thumb and forefinger brushing across on the ridge of the man's cock-head. Ron knew he couldn't last long. His sexual tension had been on a hair-trigger ever since his interrupted masturbation session while watching the girls in the pool. He felt no shame at this moment, thinking only about the pleasure of the orgasm rising up within him. "Oh, God! Oh, yes! Here it comes!" He pressed his shoulders back into the sofa as Amber leaned forward to tongue-kiss him, masturbating him rapidly, making up in enthusiasm what she lacked in technique. A rope of semen erupted from the man's cock, quickly followed by another, a third, a fourth burst of cum. While most of it landed on Ron's chest and belly, some of the semen splattered onto Amber's breasts. Still more of the thick white jizm oozed out of the man's spasming cock onto Amber's hand. "Eeeewwwww! What's THAT?" the startled girl squealed. "Oh, sweetheart! I'm so sorry!" (`Of COURSE she was repulsed by my cum,' he thought; `she's just an innocent young girl!') His lust instantly evaporated, and guilt rushed in to replace it. He pulled off his tee-shirt and wiped the splotches of semen from his daughter's body. As he ran the cloth over her bare breasts, he felt ever-increasing remorse at having fondled them in lust. "I never should have done this to you, baby! What was I thinking?" Amber said nothing. But she was bemused by her father's instant turn of behavior, and she knew instinctively that she could make use of his guilt as easily as she had toyed with his lust. "Sweetheart," he said hesitantly. "You... uh...you can't ever say anything about this to, uh...." "To Mom? Why would I ever tell her? I love you, Daddy!" She reached out to hug him again, pressing her bare tits against his bare chest. "Uh, Sweetheart; you need to get dressed. And yes, you can't tell your Mom, or anyone else... ever. Understand?" "What about the party, Daddy? I can have it, can't I?" The question seemed at first to be a non-sequitur. Then it struck him as he realized what she was saying. "Uh, well, yes. I guess you can have your party." "And you'll leave the house until the party is over. I'll call you on your cell when you can come back. OK?" The man frowned. It was sinking in completely now. This had all been a set-up. He had let it happen, to his shame, but this was all about her damned party! And there was no doubt that she had him where she wanted him. "Yes; I'll go somewhere else while you have the party," he said in a defeated voice. Amber leaned in and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, Daddy!" Then she stood up and began walking from the room, still wearing only her panties. At the door she turned around and looked at her bare-chested father. `Gosh he's sexy!' she thought. "Thanks for teaching me about sex, Daddy. Maybe we can do it again sometime." Then she strolled out of the room, grinning, as she went off to take a shower... thinking `I wonder what it would be like to stroke Mike O'Connor's boner?' Ron Watson gritted his teeth. `Teach you about sex, eh?' he thought bitterly to himself. `If you weren't my daughter... if it had been your sexy friend Maya who had seduced me like that, I'd be banging the hell out of her hot little pussy right now.' As the man wiped the last of the semen from his chest, the thought stayed in his head: `Yeah; Maya! She's hot for me.' End of Part 1 Want more? Write to me: Bil47_new@yahoo.com