A Second Time Around
(I want to thank J and Z in England for inspiring this story)
For a moment, no one said a word. Bethany and Paige continued stroking John's cock, their fingers and his shaft already coated with his precum. He kept sliding his fingers through both of their warm tight slits, surprised how wet the eight and nine year old girls' pussies could get. Zayba absentmindedly stroked her son's hard cock while he fondled her right tit and its erect nipple.
‟Right time?” John finally asked, squirming to keep from cumming in the girls' hands.
‟Why for you to start fucking my kids, of course,” she grinned, taking her son's hand from her right tit, spreading her thighs and placing Jory hand on her shaved pussy, ‟all three of them.”
John's cock twitched so hard a few droplets of his precum splattered on Bethany and Paige's bare chests. The girls just giggled and stroked him faster. When he looked at Jory, the eleven year old just grinned broadly and puckered his lips.
‟You don't have to say anything,” Zayba whispered hoarsely as her son's fingers split her pussy lips. ‟My girls both want to feel you fuck them and fill their young cunts with your sperm before you leave. My son wants to jerk himself off while you fill his bowels with your cock and cum...and, as I've told you so often in my fantasies when you get me to climax over and over...I can't wait to watch.”
‟Oh wow...this is quite the surprise,” John finally gasped, gritting his teeth as another orgasm built in his balls with the girls stroking his dick. ‟How do you want to do all this tonight?”
‟Actually, I don't expect to do it all tonight,” Zayba laughed, thumbing the tip of Jory's cock as he moaned and quivered through a dry cum, ‟but we have the remainder of the weekend unless you have something better to do.”
‟Nope, nothing else,” John gulped, threw his head back and closed his eyes, giving in to the irresistible pressure in his balls.
Spurt after spurt of his cum erupted from his dick, spraying both girls before subsiding to coat both their hands. They laughed and shrieked, smearing the creamy jism around on each other's faces and chests before sucking their fingers clean. Zayba watched and laughed right along with her daughters until finally sending them off to clean up while she and John got another beer,
‟Since you need a little time to recover, I really ought to finish my story,” she told him as they settled into a sofa in the living room, far enough away not to be interrupted by the kids watching TV. ‟When you get hard enough, I think you should fuck Bethany first, then Jory and Paige last.”
‟Any particular reason for that order?” he asked, cupping her right tit in his left hand, his thumb circling the nipple as it hardened. ‟I mean, I can hardly believe you want me to touch, let alone fuck, any of them so I'm nor arguing, just curious.”
‟Well, it's pretty simple actually,” she smiled weakly while taking his limp dick in her hand, ‟but if we're going to go down this road of depravity, and you fuck all my prepubescent kids, I thought it best you start with your own daughter.”
‟My own...what?” John exclaimed, trying to jump to his feet but unable to with Zayba's hand firmly holding his dick.
‟Calm yourself, I'm only telling you this because it makes what we're doing all the more wicked and perverse,” Zayba said calmly, pulling him back down and continuing to stroke him. ‟It's a long story and I'll tell you all the details. For now, just take my word for it. I haven't a clue who impregnated me with Jory or Paige and I am absolutely positive you fathered Bethany.”
‟You not only want me to fuck your daughter but my own as well,” John gasped, trying to get his head around what she was telling him, ‟one I only found out about a few seconds ago.”
‟Oh god yes...it's so fucking hot, don't you think?” she exclaimed, reaching for his hand and placing it between her legs right on her dripping pussy slit. ‟Feel how wet I am just talking about it. I'll probably squirt across the room when I see your cock slide into her and listen to you grunting your cum deep into her nine year old cunt. I finally understand how my mother felt that night of my first blow job.”
‟Somehow I get the idea there's a lot that happened since then that you haven't told me yet,” John murmured, sliding two fingers into her wet warm cunt canal.
‟Yeah, there is,” Zayba grinned and pushed his hand away while keeping hers on his dick, ‟but I'll never finish telling you if you're fingering me. So sit back and enjoy the rest of the story....”
….My mother finally stopped masturbating a few moments after the man left. She looked at me and smiled even as some of her juices continued oozing from her hairy pussy.
‟Are you OK, Mommy?” I asked, not really sure what was happening without any concern at all about the cum drying on my cheeks and chin and flat chest.
‟I'm fine....just wonderful, in fact,” she said, opening her arms for me. ‟How about you?”
‟I'm alright, I guess,” I answered her, climbing into her arms to snuggle against her as she held me tightly, ‟just not sure what is going on.”
‟I'll explain tomorrow,” she smiled and kissed me, ‟right now let's get some sleep. You can even stay in bed with me.”
‟Mommy, can you touch me...down there...like the man did?” I asked her as we snuggled together. ‟It felt so good and...and...I want to feel it again.”
‟Of course, baby, if you want,” she answered me, gently pushing me on my back and prying my thighs apart at the knees.
She softly kissed me on the lips as her fingers split my still tight pussy lips. When I moaned lowly, she gently circled my tiny clit, slowly at first and then faster and faster as I squirmed and groaned.
‟Mommy...oh Mommy...that feels...so good,” I cried out, ‟all over...Mommy...don't stop...please Mommy...don't stop.”
‟Oh yes, baby girl, just like that,” my mother murmured in my ear as I flailed against her hand. ‟That feels so good, doesn't it, baby, so so good.”
The tingling between my legs grew and grew until it engulfed my entire body. I thought it went on forever and ever then, although I know now it was probably less than a minute. When it crested, my back arched and my entire body stiffened for a moment. Then I slumped back on the bed and looked at my mother in wonder.
‟Oh Mommy, that was much better than what the man did,” I told her even as I continued quivering with occasional aftershocks of my orgasm.
‟Tomorrow, sweetie, I'll show you what I did and how you can make yourself feel good the same way any time you want,” my mother smiled and kissed me again as I drifted to sleep in her arms.
Of course, it didn't occur to me at the time how depraved it was for a five year old girl to jerk and suck off a grown man...a complete stranger...for money or ask her mother to masturbate her. As I think back upon that first time, the sheer perversity of it all still makes me wet and horny as hell.
Anyway, when I woke up the next morning, my mother was sitting at our small table counting the money the man gave us the night before. She was so absorbed in that she didn't even notice me get out of bed or go pee.
‟What are you doing, Mommy?” I asked her as I sat down in the only other chair at the table.
‟Counting all the money we...you actually...made last night,” she replied, looking up to smile warmly at me. ‟It's more than I usually make in a week.”
‟Is that a lot, Mommy?” I asked innocently, since the first five dollars the man offered me to tell him my name seemed like a fortune to me.
‟Oh yes, baby, and I'm going to put this six hundred and twenty dollars away toward our 'Getting Out of This Fucking Rat Hole Fund',” she smiled at me as she shuffled the bills together into a single pile and stuffed them into an old shoe box with some other money, ‟and you can do anything you want with your dollar.”
I was so happy I spent the rest of the morning trying to decide what I wanted to buy most with my new found fortune.
It wasn't until a couple of days later that I thought to remind my mother about her promise to show me how to make myself feel good. She had gone back to work as usual and I spent the time while her ‟boyfriends” were there sleeping or reading or coloring my books in my bed.
When the last one left one night, I heard some funny sounds, so got up to look. My mother was laying on the bed naked, furiously rubbing her hairy pussy. Suddenly she let out a loud screech and her entire body started to shake.
‟Are you alright, Mommy?” I asked as I stepped to the side of the bed.
‟”Oh yes, baby...just fine,” she smiled at me when the shaking stopped, ‟...now. I need that to relax sometime after working.”
‟Were you making yourself feel good like you did me a couple of days ago?” I asked when I saw how wet the hair between her legs had become. ‟Can you show me how to do it like you promised?”
She sat up and looked at me a bit strangely before breaking into a wide grin. Then she opened her arms and told me to climb on the bed with her and gave me a warm hug.
‟First you need to learn about the different parts in your pussy,” my mother explained, telling me to crawl between her spread legs. ‟I'll show you mine but remember that your parts are smaller and less developed.”
‟And no hair,” I giggled as she spread her puffy lips with both hands.
‟And no hair...yet,” she agreed with a laugh. ‟You won't be getting any for a long time.”
Then she went about explaining to me all about the parts of my genitals in a quite clinical way, showing me using her own body. I knew about my asshole, of course, but she showed me the tiny hole that my piss came out of, the tight entry to my cunt and the little nub of my clit. I tried to look down and see my own parts but my belly kinda blocked my view.
She circled the entry hole to my cunt a few times as she told me how good it would felt when a cock slid inside her. A funny look came across her face when she probed inside a little way and felt the filmy membrane still covering the entry to that canal. Then she turned her attention to my clit.
‟This, honey, is the best toy in the world,” she grinned while lightly circling her own clit with a fingertip before then doing the same to mine. ‟Reach down and touch yourself the way I'm doing.”
I already tingled a little after my mother touched me. The feeling got a lot stronger when I started rubbing myself while she watched and touched herself.
‟Just take your time, sweetie, and enjoy the feelings that begin between your legs and spread everywhere in your body,” she instructed me as her fingers moved ever faster on her own clit.
At first, I was most fascinated watching the way she fingered herself. When I caught a whiff of the aroma of her sex, I felt my own tingling grow stronger. My mother could tell I was getting more aroused and urged me on.
‟That's it, honey, finger yourself harder and faster now,” she murmured, her own fingers a blur, ‟let that good feeling spread...don't resist...just enjoy it.”
With that, her own body tensed and quivered. She let out a loud moan as a little bit of her pussy juices dribbled through the hair between her legs. My own legs began to shake and a warm tingle shot through my body. I only felt it for a few seconds but it was the best feeling ever.
For a few moments, we both just looked at each other. Then my mother grinned and opened her arms to give me another hug. I jumped into her arms and we snuggled for a few minutes without saying a word.
‟Now you know how to make yourself feel good,” she finally whispered in my ear. ‟You can do it any time you want for as often as you want.”
‟I liked watching you, Mommy,” I told her, ‟especially when you started to shake and those juices leaked from your hair.”
‟That's because I was so turned on seeing my baby girl learn how to play with herself,” she told me, licking my ear and nuzzling into my hair. ‟We can do it together again any time you want and there is so much more I can show you.”
By then it was getting pretty late so we got ready for bed and she let me sleep with her again. That time she put her hand between my legs and had me put mine between hers.
I woke up the next morning tingling all over. I opened my eyes to see my mother smiling down at me while she fingered my clit.
‟Oh...Mommy...,” was all I managed to say before the tingling engulfed my entire body.
I flailed wildly on her hand for a few moments, all the while shrieking how good it felt. When I finally slumped back, she kissed me softly on my lips and got out of the bed.
‟I just couldn't help myself when I saw your beautiful pussy,” she explained to me before making us breakfast, meaning pouring milk over my favorite sugary cereal and she drank coffee.
About a month after the first time I gave the man a blow job, my mother told me he was going to visit again and he was very anxious to see me again. She had me wear a sheer nightgown and the panties with lions and tigers and bears. Before he arrived, she even put some lipstick and other make up on me. She wore a similarly sheer gown and I could see her nipples and hairy pussy through the filmy fabric.
When she opened the door, he gave her a passionate kiss and squeezed my mother's ass with both hands. After a few moments,, he stepped back from her and spotted me standing near the bed.
‟Ah there she is, my sweet young Zayba,” he said grinning happily as he walked over to me with my mother's lipstick smeared on his cheek and an obvious hump in his pants. ‟You have no idea how much I was looking forward to seeing you again.”
I just smiled at him as my mother told me in advance and let her do the talking. She didn't wait long.
‟Um, I think we have some business to take care of first,” she said rather sternly as the man pulled his polo shirt over his head and kicked his shoes to one side of the room.
‟But of course,” he responded, continuing to smile and not taking his eyes off me, ‟and as we discussed.”
He reached in the pocket of his pants and handed my mother a roll of bills. Then he pulled a smaller roll from his other pocket and addressed me.
‟We're going to play the game a little differently tonight,” he said softly, stepping to within a foot of me so I had to strain my neck to look up at him. ‟This money is all yours for what I ask you to do as we start. For instance, I'll give you a dollar to take off your nightgown.”
I looked at my mother and, when she nodded her head, I pulled the nightgown over my head and tossed it aside.
‟See, that was really easy,” the man chuckled. ‟Now I'll give you another dollar to unbuckle my belt and pull down the zipper.”
Again I looked at my mother and then did as he asked when she smiled and nodded her head. He wasn't wearing underwear and, when his pants fell around his ankles, his half hard cock bounced off my right cheek. Both the man and my mother laughed seeing that.
Then it was two dollars to take off my panties...two more to kiss the head of his cock...and two each to touch my nipples. When he stopped to talk quietly with my mother I counted my newly acquired fortune of ten dollars twice. I was so happy I was willing to do anything he asked...as long as a dollar or two were involved.
They talked for a few moments before my mother told me to put my money on the dresser and climb on the bed. When I was settled, she explained what we were going to do next.
‟First we are going to put on a show for him,” my mother told me as I sat on the bed between her and the man. ‟I'll rub and lick your pussy until you tingle all over and have a nice orgasm. Then you'll do the same for me while he watches. When he gets hard, we'll take turns jerking and sucking his cock. Then he'll lick you until you cum again before he fucks me while you watch.”
‟He's already hard...and leaking,” I told my mother, nodding toward the man's rigid shaft.
‟Such a smart little girl,” he laughed, reaching over to drag a fingertip back and forth through my pussy slit. ‟I think she should lick and suck my cock right away, Gina, and then put on your show.”
I looked back and forth between him and my mother. She hesitated for a few seconds then agreed with him before turning to me.
‟Just remember what you did last time he was here,” she instructed me as the man lay on his back and spread his legs and held his stiff dick upright. ‟I'll be right here next to you if you need any help.”
I crawled up between his hairy legs and stopped when I hovered over his dick, with some of his precum smearing on his fingers and seeping down the length of his shaft to his balls.
‟Lick it first, like an ice cream cone,” he murmured before I could ask what he wanted next, ‟all the way down to my balls and back to the tip.”
When I glanced over at my mother, she just smiled and pulled her left nipple with one hand and fingered her pussy with the other. I turned back to the man, leaned closer and extended my tongue to the bubbling tip.
Immediately the salty taste of his watery precum filled my mouth, something I liked the last time. I pushed his hands away and held him myself as I licked down one side and up the other. He began to moan lowly and hump his hips toward my face.
‟Squeeze my balls gently,” he muttered between ragged breaths, ‟and take my dick into your mouth.”
I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock to scoop up all the watery precum before taking the head into my mouth. He let out a loud groan and pushed his hips against my face until more than half the length was in my mouth and the head punched against the back of my throat.
‟Oh fuck...yeah...just like...that,' he murmured, putting his hand on the back of my head to keep me from pulling back.
After a few moments, I started to gag and couldn't catch my breath. The harder I struggled to pull back, the harder he held me down.
‟Fuck her face...hard,” I heard my mother cry out from next to us, ‟fill her throat and belly with your hot cum.”
I was getting desperate. I kicked my feet and flailed my arms. When I started to pull and squeeze his dangling balls as hard as I could, he let out a happy shriek.
‟Fuck yeah...Gina...she's almost...as good...as you.”
With that, his cum exploded in my mouth and down my throat. Some went directly to my stomach. Some seemed to almost drown me. Most of the rest squirted out of my mouth around the base of his cock with a little dripping out of my nose.
When he finally deflated, he took his hands off my head and I rolled to the side gagging on his cum still filling my throat and mouth while trying to catch my breath. I heard my mother groan her own orgasm before she turned and grinned at me.
‟She has real potential, Gina, with some additional practice and instruction of course,” the man told my mother, looking at both of us, laying on his side and resting his head on one hand.
After we took a short break, my mother licked me to an orgasm as the man watched. By the time we finished, his dick was rock hard again.
‟Before she goes down on you, Gina, I think I should cum in your cunt,” he said with a wicked grin, ‟so she can taste my sperm mixed with your pussy juices.”
My mother simply rolled on to her hands and knees. He mounted her from behind, his dick vanishing inside her with a single thrust as I watched from right next to them on the bed. My mother fingered her clit the entire time he fucked her, with her own climax beginning just before he grunted his cum into her cunt.
I didn't really appreciate all that was going on but I still felt the tingle between my legs getting stronger listening to both of them moan and grunt and shriek. When they finished, my mother rolled on her back and grinned at me.
‟I think you'll find both my pussy juices and his cum taste better mixed together,” she told me with a wane smile, ‟so you better lick it up fast before it all leaks out on the sheets.”
I quickly climbed between her legs. The hair on her pussy was soaked and matted down. A steady stream of the mixture of her juices and his cum oozed from her cunt. As I got close, my mother reached down and spread her pussy lips to give me easier access to her leaking cunt.
‟Lick it up, Zayba,” she urged me as soon as my tongue touched the pink inner folds of her cunt, ‟as much as you can.”
I stabbed my tongue into a glob of the creamy mixture as it slid out of my mother's cunt, surprised by the salty and pungent taste. By the second lick I was hungrily trying to scoop up every drop before it could reach the soaked sheets. The more I licked, the more vocal my mother became until she let out a loud shriek, clamped her thighs around my head and flooded my face and bare chest with squirt after squirt of her pussy juices.
‟That's the hottest fucking thing I ever saw,” the man exclaimed as my mother's thrashing and screaming slowly faded away.
With my head freed from her thighs, I looked up and grinned at him, drops of my mother's juices mixed with some remnants of his sperm dripping from my cheeks and chin and lips. We took another break before my mother announced we had one more thing to do yet that night...the man licking my pussy until I climaxed.
‟You can lick her pussy and clit all you want,” my mother reminded him sternly, ‟but no penetration.” She's still a virgin and will stay that way until the right time.”
‟Until you get the right price that means,” the man laughed as he dragged a fingertip through my pussy slit. ‟”All I ask is to give me the first option. I'll top any other bid to be the first to slide my cock into her tight cunt and fill it with my sperm.”
My mother didn't respond to that but I could tell by the look on her face that she filed the information away. I didn't see how a cock that big could possibly fit into my tiny hole but I was willing to try if she wanted me to.
Since he was getting hard again, my mother suggested I ride on his face and she would ride on his cock. That way I could cum on his face and he could fill my mother's cunt another time. She was used to getting more than one load of cum shot into her cunt on any given night.
She helped me lower myself down on his face looking back toward his feet so when she got on his dick, we would be facing each other. As soon as I settled all the way down, I could feel his nose pressing against my asshole.
‟You have such a beautiful pussy,” the man commented softly as my bare pussy approached his face, ‟so smooth...so perfect.
As I got closer, he spread my pussy lips with her fingers. I squirmed when I felt his warm breath blowing on my tiny clit and inner folds of my pussy. Then his tongue split my slit and I hovered over his face.
In front of me. My other took his cock into her hand and impaled herself on that rigid shaft. I watched in awe as she bobbed her entire body up and down on him while fingering herself with one hand and pinching her nipples with the other.
The man used his tongue to probe my tight hole and flick repeatedly over my tiny clit. Once in a while I felt him take a deep breath through his nose as he inhaled the earthy aroma of my asshole.
Finally, between the way he played with my clit and the way my mother was moaning and thrashing, the tingling between my legs spread to my entire body. I instinctively clamped my thighs around his head as a shrieked and quivered through another orgasm.
I flopped to one side of him and a moment later my mother did the same on the other. I could see even more of his creamy cum leaking through her pussy hair to stain the sheet.
Like the time before, the man got to his feet and quickly dressed. He turned to my mother and grinned happily.
‟Tonight was even better, Gina, and I can hardly wait to see what you come up with next month.”
With that he was gone. My mother and I just lay on the soaked bed breathing heavily....
….Zayba stopped speaking and grinned at John. Her fingers and his dick glistened with the precum that bubbled to the tip as she spoke. She leaned forward and scooped up the newest bubble with the tip of her tongue before smiling wanly and giving him a passionate kiss.
‟It's time and you're more than ready,” she told him before getting to her feet. ‟Go get on the bed in my room and I'll bring our daughter to you.”
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