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By Kiarra
Girl Number Four:
Brady didn’t really come to me in the classic sense. She showed all the signs of wanting to get close, but it took months to get her to open up. 14 years old when she and Lori first became friends, Brady was something of an enigma, alternating between self-consciousness about her body and a willingness to run around the house completely nude, with my daughter right behind. Brady probably weighed nearly half again what my daughter did. Happily plump, not really fat, she was still conscious of her weight, but gradually became more at ease with me when I didn’t seem to mind her nakedness. The girls would often shower together, and one night I got an idea. Walking into the bathroom and announcing rather loudly that I had to use the toilet and that they were not to peek, I had the desired effect on Lori.
Pulling the shower curtain aside, my daughter playfully wolf-whistled at the sight of my pecker. Brady looked, too, and I made something of a show of turning slightly toward them under the guise of reaching for the curtain to pull it back. Lori and Brady soon began a taunt of their own, coming from the shower into the adjoining master bedroom (where I often sat at my computer, working mostly when I felt like it) and wiggling their bare juicy butts at me. Threatening to bite them, I often made good on that promise — gently, of course. That meant I got hands full (and, usually, a mouthful) of naked teen-girl flesh, and they didn’t seem to mind one bit. It didn’t take long before my role in the during-the-shower game escalated into pretending I was going to pee on them for peeking. Squealing in mock fright, the girls would almost knock each other over trying to move away from wherever I was pointing. Of course, I made a point of trying to be half erect the whole time. Brady tried to use that against me one afternoon during a tickle game when, beaten, she announced that she’d tell her mother that I was showing off my penis.
Almost without skipping a beat, I countered with, “Fine, you do that… and I’ll tell her you’re always sticking your naked butt into my face.” “Okay, never mind.” For a second, I was honestly a bit scared. Now, I knew I had her. ~~
Speaking of games, the girls also liked some of the games on my computer, and I’d intentionally start playing something they were interested in each time their shower neared its end. That way, of course, they’d want to butt in, literally, each sitting on one of my knees to play. Of course, I’d massage their naked backs, and I slowly worked my way around Brady’s front side. I got a little more bold each time, and she mostly let me continue, silently moving my hand if she felt I was going too far. Brady had some seemingly unspoken rules about how I could caress her, and I quickly learned those rules, allowing her to her feel in control. My thumb could gently tickle her growing breast as long as my hand remained on her belly. My fingertips could gently caress her hairless sex as long as my thumb stayed well above her waist. Lori either didn’t mind my rubbing Brady, or didn’t notice. My wife usually was downstairs watching television as I worked on the computer. Which meant, if Brady didn’t mind, I was in the clear. The now-14-year-old also didn’t seem to mind when I got aroused, my penis often poking from my shorts and rubbing against her leg. She’d glance downward to see what was touching her, and then mostly ignore it. That changed one morning. Brady, like many children, often pretended she was a cat or some other animal, and was constantly walking up to my wife or me and licking an arm, or something. Naturally, she listened only for a moment when we told her not to do that. At the same time, Lori picked up the habit, and received the same admonishments. So, of course, an idea hit me: One night during a sleepover, each girl licked me in turn as I said my goodnights.
Feigning irritation — and knowing full well that my wife was on the early shift the next morning — I said, “One of these mornings, I’m going to wake up and the two of you will be licking me.” As I crawled into bed a few moments later, I said to myself, Okay, Lori, don’t let me down. ~~ My breath came exploding from me as Lori jumped on me to awaken me from a pretend slumber, Brady well behind her in the doorway. I knew Lori got the hint; the twinkle in her eye the night before told me so. Perhaps it got lost in something else the girls were planning but, in any event, that was not the wake-up call I expected. Not on that day, anyway. ~~
For the next several weeks, I saw Brady mostly in passing, and mostly as she played with Lori on our new Nintendo 64. Most of those weekends, at a time when we might allow our fourteen-year-old neighbor to stay the night, she was visiting her father on the other side of the county. Brady spent virtually every afternoon with us, though, as she quickly tired of the I’m-in-charge-here attitude of her brother. The classic latchkey teenager, the two were alone until their mother arrived home, usually a few minutes after I did. The older boy had no problem whatsoever with letting his sister come “bug” us for a while. Brady did sleep over with Lori once during this time, but my wife was off — and at home — the next day. When finally a sleepover matched my wife’s schedule (for me, anyway), I made sure to lick each girl’s cheek as I said goodnight. “Yuck,” came Brady’s response. “Yeah, what’cha gonna do about it?”
I asked in my best little-boy-brat voice. Lori whispered something in Brady’s ear. “You’ll see,” Brady said, snickering. I hope, I thought. I was not disappointed this time, but I did get the surprise of my life. Well, actually, several. Early the next morning, the girls were on my bed, both completely naked. They indeed were licking me all over, although entirely from the belly up, and I gradually moved my leg to a position where I could grab the sheet with my toes. Lori beat me to it, however, and pulled the covers all the way to my feet. The girls snickered upon seeing my cock, fully erect from the stimulation by two little tongues.
When, moments later, I felt the first tongue make contact with my modest prick, it was Lori’s! If Academy Awards were handed out for acting in real life, my continued “sleep” would have aced one. I’ve never pulled off anything that difficult. Through my earplugs (I know it’s hard to believe by reading this, but I love my wife — we just didn’t show it very often, and she just happens to snore louder than creation), I heard Lori say, “C’mon, Brady, you gotta do it, too.” Brady giggled, trying to be quiet, and leaned in to join Lori with a tentative tongue. Guys, if you’ve never had two young mouths working on your meat at the same time, you have no idea what you’re missing. Brady gasped as Lori let the head of my prick slide between her lips and into her mouth. So did I; but, fortunately, both girls missed it. “How can you do that?” the 14-year-old asked my daughter. “I’ve seen — you know, I’ve seen people do it before.” “Wow,” Brady continued, awed. “Doesn’t that taste yucky?” Matter-of-factly, Lori answered, “Nah, it just tastes like skin. Try it.” For a change, my daughter was taking the lead, and she clearly enjoyed it. Brady, a doubtful look on her face, bent over and slid her lips past the head of my penis, then let it pop back out. Regarding what she’d done for a moment, the older girl evidently didn’t find it too disgusting, and went back to work.
Unfortunately, having never sucked on a man’s penis before, she wasn’t particularly careful with her teeth, and I jumped involuntarily, the ruse permanently over. Neither girl moved. Frozen in fright with an oh-man-I’m-in-deep- shit look, Lori and Brady both waited for me to scream at them, or something. With a mischievous grin, I maneuvered myself onto my knees, and said, “Oh, you’re gonna get it now!” Grabbing at Brady, I began an unmerciful tickling of virtually her entire naked body, breast and pussy included. (Like she was in any position to complain.) Writhing underneath me, squealing the whole time, Brady somehow managed to get her legs up around my waist, opening her little pussy treasure just an inch from the head of my pounding penis. I arched my back slightly to force contact, and she jerked upward, impaling her surprisingly wet juicy pussy upon the head of my cock. I stopped, stunned. Brady gasped slightly. Lori spoke first. “Dad, your penis is inside her,” she announced as if no one else knew it. “Um,” I started, searching for my voice, “Brady, are you alright?” “Yeah.” “Have you, uh, had anything up inside you before?” “Yeah.” “What?” I continued. “My brother makes me do it,” she said.
“He says mom told me I have to do everything he says, and he’ll tell her I’m a little whore if I don’t let him.” “Where did he learn how to talk like that?” I asked. “I d’know.” I didn’t want this to seem like an interrogation, so I asked if she wanted me to take it out. Surprising me yet again, she said no. Instead, I pushed slowly in, backing out a bit and sliding in a bit further. “Wow, Dad, you’re doing it,” Lori nearly shouted. “Yes, and if you don’t want us all getting in a bunch of trouble, you’ll keep it down a bit, okay?” “Okay,” Lori said, and lay down to watch. Brady’s little pussy was soaking wet, but incredibly tight; obviously, her brother was much smaller than I am (makes sense, after all). Yet, the sheer heat of her pleasure kept the juices flowing, her passion fruit leaking onto the bed.
I’d never known up to that point that a girl so young could be so turned on! Putting an arm around her back, I lifted her up and fell slowly backwards, letting the young girl straddle me from on top. Pulling Brady’s ample cheeks apart, I told Lori she could get a great view from between my legs. My daughter was getting a lesson in sex-ed that I’d never quite intended, and Lori was eating it all up. Brady’s head was on my chest, meantime, and her hands were behind my shoulders, gently hugging me.
This was no “he’s making me do it” posture; this was a gesture of love, if not lovemaking. As wet and wanton as her pussy was, the rest of her body seemed content to bask in the moment. So, I let her. With my hands gently grasping her round buttocks, I moved her up and down the entire length of my shaft with even strokes, establishing a slow rhythm. Her young pussy continued to lubricate accordingly, and the vise-like grip her muscles maintained about my erection never became uncomfortable; quite the contrary, in fact. Lori tried something she once saw Kailyn doing, reaching between my legs to tickle my ball-sac. I jumped slightly, and Brady squeezed me tighter.
Squeezing her cheeks a little harder, I began to increase our tempo until, eventually, the sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the room. Brady came first, squealing almost like a Guinea pig and digging her little fingernails painfully into my shoulders. That’s probably what kept me from coming at the same time. As Brady came down from a wicked orgasm — it turned out to be her first ever — her body changed positions slightly, forcing me from inside her little channel just as I began to squirt.
As I reached to jack myself the rest of the way, Lori beat me to it, surprising me yet again. Her little hand pumped up and down, then I felt her mouth engulf the head. She came off with a pop, and a cough. “What is that stuff, anyway?” she asked. “‘That stuff’,” I answered, “makes babies when you’re old enough. Remember?” “Oh, yeah,” she answered. “So why do people eat it?” “‘Cause they like to, I guess. Some people hate the taste, though.” “Let me try,” Brady said, suddenly reanimated from a seeming slumber on my chest. Sliding off of me, Brady licked some of the hot jizz from Lori’s fingers and, as contemplative as a 14-year- old can be, announced, “Ah, that’s not too bad.” We all laughed. ~~
Later, I told Brady that her brother would probably go to a home for troubled youth if anyone found out he was forcing her into sex. “Tell him you’ll call the authorities, and get out of the house. Come over here if you have to. He will stop, I’m sure, so you probably don’t have to tell anyone.” “Ya think so?” “I’m pretty sure. You probably shouldn’t have told me about it, either,” I continued. “But, you asked me,” she countered. “I know, but what if someone else asks you, too? Will you tell them about me?” “No, you didn’t force me.” Not quite satisfied, I played my ace anyway: “I won’t tell either, okay? You know, they’d put me in trouble until after you’re all grown up, and then they’ll find out about your brother, and he’ll go to a home, and they might even put you in a different home because your mom will still have to go to work.
I don’t think that’s fair, do you?” To her credit, Brady looked more angry than upset. “No,” she reasoned. “Good,” I said. “Maybe, if you want to play again someday, we will, but I’ll never force you to do anything, okay?” “Okay.” “And, I’ll never tell,” I finished, sealing the deal. ~~ Talk about timing. Later that same day, Brady’s mom came over to tell us that she and her sister — Brady’s aunt — had pooled their money to buy a large house in a rural area about 10 miles away. They would spend the next couple of months fixing it up, and the women and their respective children would move in. That meant Lori wouldn’t get to see her best friend very often, and she was very sad.
The girls spent as much time together as they could in the interim, and they did join me in bed once more, Lori mostly watching, as if she understood she could do no more than that just yet. I taught Brady a few of the guidelines for giving good head, such as avoiding her teeth, and using her tongue. She caught on fairly quickly, and soon was accepting about half of my average dick into her hot little mouth. “Wow, she’s really wet, Dad,” Lori announced from the foot of the bed, and I told Brady not to move as I slid out from underneath her. From behind, I pulled my 14-year-old lover to her knees, pointed my spit-slicked penis toward her hole, and slipped it home. Tight as she was, I’m still amazed that I slid in with no hesitation. Perhaps my average penis is a blessing, I thought at the time. Little did I know that it would also prove to be my undoing. Leaning back onto my hands, I told Brady to set her own pace, as fast or as slow as she wanted. She began slowly, but it didn’t take long before she was moving back and forth almost violently, as if trying to shove my cock deeper inside her. I should have been slamming hard into her cervix, I thought, but neither of us was in any obvious pain. I wanted to shatter little Brady’s world, and to show Lori a little trick, too. Pointing my daughter’s attention below the junction of her father and her best friend, I wet a finger and began to tickle the swollen clit of the older girl. “This’ll make her have a big orgasm,” I explained to my fascinated daughter, just as her friend’s body stiffened and lurched back hard, stopping its momentum.
A slight “Ungh” escaped Brady’s lips. Using my other hand, I pushed her slightly forward and went back to slamming her teenage pussy, and Brady screamed into the pillow as her body resumed a back-and-forth motion for several more seconds. Brady was coming so hard, she couldn’t take it any more. “Stop!” she screamed. I let go, and she collapsed onto the bed just as my orgasm was beginning. “Lori,” I said, thinking quickly, “make me squirt on her back!” My daughter grabbed my jerking meat and slid her hand along its length. My cum spurted almost to the wall, leaving a trail up Brady’s backside and into her hair. By the time I was done with my own powerful orgasm, most of my baby-juice had collected in the small of her back.
“Fuck!” Brady whispered. Lori giggled. “Don’t say that naughty word, Brady.” “Fuck,” the older girl repeated, more emphatically. “Oh, God, fuck, wow!” “Are you okay?” I asked, genuinely concerned. “Oh, fuck,” Brady repeated yet again. She rolled onto her side, curling almost into a fetal position for a moment, then flopped back, her arms and legs going limp. A weak smile was all she could manage. “I think she’ll live,” I announced, smiling. Lori looked at her hand, then licked a gob of my cum from her knuckles. “That’s not so bad, I suppose,” she said. I gave Lori a big bear hug. ~~
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