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The girl was strange. Celia was the youngest of five girls in the family. She was halfway to her fourteenth birthday and she was making a plan. Then, I am a strange girl too, with my own plan. Celia was my best friend back then. I could not even tell you where she is or if she is still alive. This all happened ten years ago.
Celia and I agreed that we would accomplish two things by the start of the school year, lose our virginity and sacrifice our bodies sexually to create some social justice. However, we needed to have specific rules to have to follow and we were sitting in her bedroom sipping some wine we swiped from her parent's wine stock. Thirteen-year-old hormones and two year old wine were not a good combination to foster rational thought.
We were both thirteen and our hormones were racing, though what was really bad was that we were both nerds. We both were very smart and very technically savvy. Y2K was going to be coming and there was an atmosphere of an apocalypse in the air. We wanted to start having sex. But if we were going to give away our virginity, we wanted to be a big very unusual thing.
I said, "Cel, it should be illicit, even illegal." Celia nodded sipped more wine and mulled that over in her mind.
"Amber . . . " She started, "I think I got it, but you have to agree to the rules first. You have to agree before you hear them." That should have raised flags, but right now the alcohol and my curiosity were totally in charge. If I didn't agree, she would never talk. I really wanted to hear what she had in mind.
"Ok Cel, against my better judgment, we will do whatever it is." I agreed to the plan without reservation.
"Then here are the rules: It has to be on a bed, we have to strip, we have to get a tongue in our mouth, you know, French kissing. We have to undress them and it has to be in the missionary position. Most important it has to be incest!"
That stopped me short, "One of my brothers?" She nodded.
“And me with my father.” She seemed unconcerned with that. I was a little dumbfounded.
“Ok Cel how are you going to pull that off? I mean, what if your mother catches him doing that with you? I mean that it could cause a divorce.” Celia’s parents were kind of pillars in the community.
Celia giggled, “You worry too much, or are you trying to back out. Amber?”
“No, I can get one of my brothers to pop my cherry. In fact, I have the easier chore of it. You have to convince your Dad and do it behind your mother’s back. In fact, I will probably get a brother to do me next week, when I figure out which brother I want to screw me.” I was really kind of getting into the kinkiness of doing it with a sibling.
Celia smiled a strange smile and said, ”You do that Amber and I will get my end done and keep peace in the family, don’t you worry. My father will take my virginity and he will do it in three weeks.” I had learned not to argue with Celia. She had a way to get things done. “What we need to do now is decide on the rules for the second phase. We agreed to the words: ‘Sacrifice our bodies sexually to create some social justice.’ Isn’t that right?”
Here I better explain that Celia and I had found a hero of sorts In Trent Hannity. Trent Hannity was an Irish activist that advocated creating social justice regardless of the personal consequences to one self. He wrote, In order to foster a greater good, we must be willing to accept that we will do what it takes, regardless of consequences to us personally. We must be willing to do something uncomfortable, even immoral, unethical and illegal to attain that justice. It is not our status that should worry us, rather the good of the collective peoples of the world.
So our conversation should make more sense now
I replied to Celia, “Yes, Sacrifice our bodies sexually to create some social justice. I think we should make sure that it is illegal, unethical, immoral and uncomfortable. It should provide an individual or group that has been denied justice some sort of benefit. That the way you see it?”
She nodded again and added, “I believe to reach the level we want to achieve, we should not just be uncomfortable, we need to truly sacrifice, we should be abused. We must take this to a higher level.”
Looking back on it, we were really totally screwed up. We were really dedicated to this insanity and we were raising the stakes. Truthfully, it made me excited and the more bizarre the idea was, made it more exciting. I can only guess what it was like for Celia. We thought we were sophisticated and smarter than the kids around us.
We were really outcasts, neither of us was particularly beautiful and worse we were smart, straight A students for as long as we had been in school and maybe a little bitter for how we were treated. So we wanted to have sex a way none of the other girls would ever have. More importantly we wanted to make a difference and Hannity was a person that talked about a greater good.
Hannity was also a sexual pervert, who loved to whip men and women and do all sorts of kinky things. He had died of complications of Syphilis when we were ten years old. Also, he was rumored to have young girls brought to him. He supposedly got amusement by torturing those girls, so it seemed like to us that was a good use for young girls. Like I said we were screwed up and he was our hero.
“So by higher, you mean we have to allow things to be done to us that are abusive, like physical?” I was maybe just a little nervous about what that might mean.
“I mean we must be abused and demeaned, we must accept that our sacrifice is only worthwhile if we lose any right to be treated well. Remember, we are tools that are to be used.” She was really into this whole thing and somehow her commitment infected me.
“Then it is agreed whatever we do for the second phase must be not just uncomfortable but abusive and we willingly submit to that abuse. We do not worry about the consequences to ourselves. Finally, we do this with our sex. Agreed?” I laid it out.
“Yes agreed. We will keep a diary that describes everything that we do and what is done to us, explicitly and in great detail. Let’s start it with our preparations and the taking of our cherries and continue on to the second phase. Also, if something bad happens to either of us, we must make sure that we bear the responsibility. If one of us gets killed, we make sure the least that can happen to the one that does it happens to them. What happens to us is what we deserve. We must commit to that.” Celia demanded.
“Ok, then I commit to that what happens to us is what we deserve. Well Celia, we need to get started. Tonight, I will decide which brother is going to fuck me. Then I will get a plan in an email to you. I will get a notebook from the store and find a good place to hide it.” I wonder now how we came to be so dedicated to such a bizarre thing that was going to be hell for us and we were going to make sure it was going to be bad as possible for us. We were two really screwed up teenagers.
Amber’s deflowering
I have three brothers, Larry who is 19, Timothy who is 16 and Jimmy who is 14. One of them was going fuck me. I just needed to decide which one. Really, Larry was not a good choice he was away at college on a baseball scholarship and wouldn’t be home until after my one week deadline.
That left Tim and Jimmy. Jimmy was young and he was easily handled, he could be pushed and prodded to do things to me without a lot of effort. The real question was he really physically up to doing the deed. Jimmy was a late bloomer and looked closer to ten years old than fourteen.
Tim was more of a challenge. However, he was definitely going to be able to screw me. I was not sure of his attitude though. Tim seemed to be more of a straight-laced type of boy. I was not certain that he could be coaxed to have sex with me. Tim would be the better choice as my bed partner, but would I be able to seduce him into fucking me?
I started to form an idea as to how to find out if I could get Tim to do me. It meant I needed to see if he would see me as a desirable sex partner. As I said, I was not anything like a beauty. I decided that I would start accidentally letting him see me in my underwear and see me topless. Also, I wanted to see if he would spy on me as I dressed and undressed. If he would do that, I was sure that he could be seduced into taking my cherry.
Tim would always go watch the sports show on Saturdays at 3:00 p.m., so I made sure I was in just in my bra and panties with my door open and my back to it. Right on time he walked past and naturally looked in my room. I turned around and made a point of looking horrified and closing the door quickly.
He said sheepishly through the door, "Sorry Amber."
I replied, "It's ok, my fault." I was hopeful then, because he was staring at me when I turned around.
Vickie, Celia's next to oldest sister, was an A cup and had fully developed tits and she was just a little bit bigger than I. She had a strapless formal, which I could put on but any radical movement and the dress would fall right off me and my thirteen year old A cups. They were not fully developed, but they were tits and looked like tits. The dress was designed to be worn with heels so I had an idea how I could expose my girl bumps to Tim.
It was Sunday and my folks were on a drive, Jimmy was with a friend and I was home alone with Tim. I was tasked with having dinner ready for the family and I timed starting on that chore with a break between baseball games. Tim as expected was raiding the refrigerator. I was wearing the strapless dress. I had practiced ten or eleven times to make sure I could get the dress to drop and show my tits, my lacy panties and stockings with garters (actually they were mom's garters and stockings.)
The Sunday dishes were glass and on the top shelf. I stepped firmly on the hem of the dress, reached up got the dishes and turned abruptly. As planned, the dress fell down around my ankles while I was stretched out with mom's best dishes in my hands. I had to replace the dishes; I made sure it took three times. I worked at giving Tim a perfect view of my little titties and the suggestive underwear. Tim had plenty of time to gather it all in. He saw me nearly naked for at least a minute and a half. I pulled up the dress, (with some contrived difficulty.) and ran from the kitchen to my room. There I changed into some jeans and a tee shirt that let my nipples poke out.
I let an old glass vase fall and break. This was critical to the next part of the plan. I returned past a red-faced Tim, but he gave me an odd sort of a look when I passed him this time. I finished getting dinner ready.
When I moved into the room next to the storeroom, there was a hole in the wall. I was very young, but propriety said it had to be covered up so I couldn't be spied on. Dad had used an old vase to cover the hole. The one laying in broken pieces in my wastepaper basket right now. While the hole wasn't huge, you could look in and easily see any part of my room. This was good because Tim's nighttime chore was to close the window into the storeroom. To do this he had to climb on a ladder and that put him right next to the hole.
I had already showered and anyway I didn't want to scare him off so I needed to build his confidence that he was undiscovered. So I sat in my bra and panties on my bed reading. I had learned the sound of the door in the storeroom opening and closing, so that night I knew Tim was about to discover a window into my private space. I sat there and glanced up furtively and saw a shadowy form at the hole. As I said I just kept reading and let him get an eyeful.
The next day when we came home from school, Tim held back and let me go in, I went to the kitchen to get a drink and give him a chance to get to the peephole. I went to my room and started to strip, not erotically. The idea was to let him see me as though I didn't know he was watching. I undid my blouse very normally and the unzipped the skirt and let it drop to my ankles. I wiggled out of my pantyhose. I put that in with my other unmentionables, then I sat for a minute and got up and slipped on a tee-shirt and my jeans. I got ready to go to the kitchen again to look for something to eat and Tim came in shortly afterward.
I got something to eat and sat at the table and noticed that he was looking at me, more specifically at my chest and crotch, as much as he could without becoming obvious. I asked Tim, "So Tim how was school?"
"Not much going on, you know summer is coming on and so everything is winding down. Without wheels, I really can't go everywhere I want to go. So I am going to make enough working this summer to buy a car." He kept making furtive looks at me.
"Wow, then you can take me places every once in while then, I mean when you aren't with a girl and stuff." I said.
"Yeah, I guess so." He said as he left the kitchen to start cleaning his room. I didn't want to push it too fast but I needed to move him along. I got an idea how to get him thinking about my cunt. I hurried and slipped into a leotard that was too small and I dogged him in his room, "Hey Tim, I need that bar to do stretches for cheerleader tryouts Wednesday. I need it for the next two days that ok? If it is, will you help me set it up?"
My brother shrugged, "Sure, let me grab it, so you are really going to try out?"
"Yeah, there's no way in hell I will get on the squad, but at least I can say I tried out." I lied.
"Sure let me grab it." We walked to the store room. Got the metal rod and together we fastened it to the wall opposite my bed, it made it a little cramped, but I still could move around ok. I shooed him out of the room closed the door and started stretching out. I waited and saw the tale tell shadow letting me know that I had an audience. Just so you know, some stretches girls do are almost obscene. When you add a dance leotard that more or less outlines my cuntlips, it is just plain slutty.
I put myself through a half hour workout, doing moves that showed off my tits and my cunt outlined by my leotard. I was a sweaty mess at the end of the half hour. I walked to my closet and got out my robe. I glanced up and was disappointed to discover my shadowy audience was gone. This was a problem. He still couldn't see me as a fucktoy. I was convinced if I could get him to see me naked, I could get him to see me as something he could screw. Well, we weren’t there yet, I went and showered. I got dressed. I went to dinner and on the positive he still was looking at my chest. When I went to my room, and stripped to my bra and panties, to my relief, the shadowy voyeur was back.
The next day after school, I had a brainstorm. I walked into the kitchen in my obscene leotard and spoke to Tim. "Hey Tim, I have a couple of stretches I need a partner to help me get it right, can you help?"
He replied, "Ok, I guess."
I took him to my room and closed the door. "Ok, I am going to do a handstand and I need you to help me do the splits so that my legs are below my hips. Ok here we go. No, not on the knees, use my thighs. That's right now slowly press down. Ok hold it there." I coached him along, the thing that he was looking down at, was my outlined cuntlips, but this time close up. I held that pose for a minute and then said "Ok let me push my legs up slowly."
I stood up and stretched, I was fairly limber from ballet and dance classes, I really could have done this on my own. My purpose however, was to get Tim's hands on my body. The next maneuver would get his hands on something, normally forbidden. The leotard was slick and not designed for lifting, using that information, I would make sure he made contact with my tits. "Ok Tim I need your help to get my leg hooked on the practice bar and my other foot on the bed. Ready, ok pick me up by my waist. Ok, a little higher, Ok my heel is hooked on the bar." At this point his hands slipped and he pushed his hands around onto my abdomen. Just a little more. "Ok Tim lift." As planned his hands slipped again putting my tits in his hands. He could feel the mounds through the fabric and I didn't give him a chance to let go. "Hold me up Tim, that's it. There, now just use my shoulders to balance me."
The next exercise was the deal sealer. I guided his left hand onto my crotch and said, "Lift me up Tim." As he did, I got a bit of a jolt, as I felt a shock wave hit me and I caught my breath. His arm there was driving me crazy. I wanted him to screw me now in the worst possible way. As soon as I was down, I said, "Thanks Tim that was very helpful." He nodded and left the room breathing shallowly. I started working again and caught sight of my audience.
An hour later I was drenched with sweat and went to my closet and got my robe. A quick check told me that he was watching this time. I pulled my leotard off and he saw me naked for the first time. My bush was trimmed for bikini lines and my tits were excited from the work out. My curves hadn't filled out completely yet, but the waist was narrow and there was no doubt I was a fully functional girl. I took my shower and returned satisfied to see the voyeur still watching. I took my time and dressed, not in jeans this time but a short skirt and a tube top.
The next morning Mom and Dad took Jimmy on an overnight trip to pick up Larry. That gave me tonight to get fucked. I didn't stay all day in school. I left two hours early. I went home and bathed, I fixed my makeup, and I made up my face very adult. I knew Tim liked long pony tails and I had long hair, so I pulled it into a pony tail. I put on silk panties on top of mom's garter and stockings as a base, a push up bra and a scoop top to show off the cleavage, a nice pencil skirt and high heels.
I was not going to take chances on this, so I raided the liquor cabinet and got out some rum, because that was what Tim liked to sneak. I on the other hand found an empty wine bottle with a cork and made up some red grape juice and poured it in. In kind of a reverse of what most people would call normal. I was going to get Tim drunk, and have him screw me.
I was waiting when Tim got home and he stared. I pretended not to notice his gawking, I asked, "Well what so you think? Do you think I look older?"
He was flustered "Well . . . Uhm. Yeah. Sure, you do kind of."
"Kind of huh? I guess that's better than nothing. Look, I thought we could kind of do the adult thing and have a few drinks. What do ya say?"
“I dunno Amber; we really aren’t supposed to be doing that.” Tim weakly objected.
I countered, “Tim, it’s not like we have a bunch of people here drinking up the booze. It’s just the two of us. Besides, it will just be a few Rum and Pepsis and neither of us is going to drive. Let’s just enjoy the moment.”
Rum and Pepsi were the thing that did the trick, I think. He walked to the counter and first, poured me a glass from the wine bottle. Then he fixed a rum and Pepsi for himself. I hadn’t realized it because I really didn’t understand alcohol at the time myself. The alcohol hit him pretty quickly, because we hadn't eaten. It worked in my favor as the rum hit his empty stomach. After the second drink, he was already under the influence. I had more grape juice and left him to drink his third.
I pissed and wiped quickly, then returned to grab Tim by the hand, “Come on Tim let’s go watch a movie in the guest room.” I was pretty much in charge now because he followed me to the extra room that had a queen sized bed. I was trying to act tipsy myself. I picked a movie with a fair amount of bare skin and waited for a few moments and laid my head against his shoulder. He didn't react to that so I slowly slid next to him.
After a minute or two he moved to get comfortable and his arm was partially behind me. I moved closer and looked up and when he eventually glanced down, I pushed myself up and started kissing him. He started to pull back, but then began to cooperate.
I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open and felt his pecs and a solid tummy and I began to anticipate what was to come. He started to feel me over. He squeezed my ass and rubbed up my back. I hurriedly pulled the front of my blouse up over my head and reached back to unhook my bra when he pushed the cups up and began to knead and squeeze my breasts.
This was moving faster than I had thought and so I began working on his jeans. I got them unbuttoned and pulled the zipper down. He was harder than I had imagined he would be. As I think of it, if I had waited he had probably done it himself, but I really did not have a grasp of what was going on. Anyway, I pulled his pants off with his help. It was then I realized that Tim needed no more coaxing, he was going to fuck me. His erection pushed out against his boxers.
I fairly ripped the hem of my skirt up and pulled my panties down and off one leg so it dangled off my ankle. I pulled and pushed myself onto the bed and spread myself open. Tim pulled the boxers down and for the first time I wondered if I wanted to go through with it. Tim's throbbing dick was at least seven or eight inches long.
There was no turning back now as my brother positioned himself between my legs and aimed his cock. I felt the head push aside my cuntlips and before I could prepare myself, Tim thrust into me. The first thrust was not straight in and didn't even reach my hymen. The second thrust demolished that bit as he was punching in deeper. I could feel Tim fill my insides with his cock. The third thrust drove deeper and there was a wince of pain from me when he punched up to the cervix. The rest of the fuck was painful and rough. It was quick at least. Tim’s seed started to squirt inside of me. I didn't realize how much sperm one man could put inside a girl, but I was filled to the brim.
I lay there with sperm leaking from my bloody slit, when Tim did something totally unexpectedly. After a moment passed, he rolled off of me and I guess the glow of the sex wore off he sat up and said, "My god Amber what have I done to you?" Before I could reply, he saw the garter and stockings and realized that I was the instigator of the whole thing. He wailed, "What have you done, my god what have you done to us."
He bounced off the bed and scooped up his clothes and ran to his room and shut the door. I wanted to run right after him, but the mess from my cunt had to be taken care of first. I cupped my hole with my hand and waddled rather inelegantly to the bathroom to let Tim's cum drain out of me and clean up around the cunt.
I ran to Tim's room and knocked on the door. "Tim, it's ok, I wanted you to have me. I wanted you to have me first. You are just really sexy to me. You didn't do anything wrong. We just had sex." I was lying, what I was really worried about was would he tell on us. If my parents ever caught wind of my escapade, I would be grounded until I was eighteen. I wanted nothing of that.
He replied, "Amber, go away. You are my sister for the love of god. It's against the law and it is just not right."
I tried another tack, "No it was wonderful Tim, I was in heaven. You were magnificent. I want you to have me again. Just tell me when and where and I will be there. I will dress any way you want me to dress and I will even do a strip tease to get you in the mood."
"Are you nuts? Go away Amber, I never want to talk about this again, In fact, stay away from me. We have to eat together, but I don't want to have anything to do with you again and I am sure not going to have sex with you again. Just leave me alone Amber." He dismissed me.
I waited anxiously, to see if he would talk, remember he was the family straight arrow. The second shoe never dropped. I guess Tim was not sure they would believe his story. But Tim was seldom around me and conversation with him was terse for as long he was at the house. He avoided me at school. It didn't improve when he left for college. In fact, it still hasn't. Last year, when he got married, I was the only family member not invited.
I dutifully wrote the whole thing up in my diary. Then I emailed my triumphant completion of my task to Celia.
Celia's Cherry is Taken
Celia sent her account tonight I copied it here for my use.
Amber, my father took me yesterday, twice. The second time he had me was all his idea. I am still sore today.
You wondered how I would keep my mother from finding out about father fucking me. It was simple. I didn't hide it from her. I found her just before she left for my aunt's place for their yearly trip to Appalachia to do whatever they do there. The conversation went like this:
"Mother, may we talk before you go?" I asked her
"Sure what is it that do you want?" She was not in a real hurry. She was not leaving until tomorrow.
"Mother, I am almost a year and one half older than Lydia and Victoria were when they started to have sex and a year older than Maria and Sophia when they started, I want to start having sex, Mother." I started.
Mother listened and I suppose she was expecting this for a while now. "I see no reason for you not to start, if you want to start. We need to get you to a clinic to get you started on birth control then."
My first lie, "Oh I have already started on that. I got a prescription from The Family Planning Center. You taught me well on that."
Mother thought for a moment and said, "You could have come to me and we could have gone to the doctor to get it. If you have already gotten this far without talking to me, why talk to me now?"
"Because mother, I want you to be able to tell me if it would be all right for father to take my virginity." I was silent. Everything hung off of the fact that I was forthright and that mother and father were in a free marriage. Both she and he had many different sex partners. This was different, however, it was incest and as free minded as my mother was, I was not sure that she would see that as acceptable.
"Have you spoken with your father about this?" I felt encouraged.
"No mother, I felt I needed you to give initial permission. If you are not going to be able to accept it, I was not going any further. Father, as far as I know has never had a partner that you were not aware of and I will not break that rule." I explained.
My mother started again, "Humor me and explain why it has to be your father."
It was time for my second lie. Amber, I know pretty much what to say that my mother will believe but this would be very much on the edge. I told her, "It's just that none of the guys with whom I would be having sex are so special to have that privilege, I thought, why not my father and he would have a clue as to what to do."
At that point my mother sat for what seemed like hours, but it was only about ten minutes or so. When she finally did answer, Amber, I could hardly contain myself. She said, "Ok one vagina is pretty much like another, I see no reason why your father can't have you if that is what you want. There are a few things you should know. Your father will never wear a condom, so make sure you are using the pill right. The second thing is that your father is not a tender love maker, he can be rough at times. So, now you are forewarned. Now, you will need something to prove I said ok." She went to her computer and typed out something quickly. It read:
Bill.
Celia has talked to me about something extraordinary. She wants you to take her virginity. Her reasons are her own. I want you to know that you need not worry about how I will feel if you choose to deflower her. I find it acceptable as she has taken the necessary precautions. So it is up to you. If you feel comfortable about it. Enjoy her.
Lydia
She signed with her usual flourish and handed the page to me. Sometimes having an attorney as a mother is a drag, but sometimes it is a godsend. "This will let him decide for himself. Somehow, I think it will happen. Celia often you are very persuasive." She kissed my forehead and she was gone the next morning.
I needed to have a second note from my mother and I knew she would not likely agree to what I had in mind, but that would come later. Any way I practiced for two weeks until I had a reliable forgery of my mother's signature. The second note was typed, signed and put away for when it would be needed.
School was out and Cynthia was away on a trip with friends, Vickie, (Victoria), Alicia, Calandria and Portia were going to camp. I was going to be home alone, this was going to be the time I am going to be fucked by my father. I took a few days to get ready. I needed to choose the right clothes and pick the right kind of day. I ended up wearing a wraparound skirt, panties, but no shoes or stockings. I wore a blouse with a velcro fastener. Under that I wore a bra that closed in front. From what mother said when he started there wouldn't be a lot of time to fumble with what I would have on.
I couldn't sleep the night before. I was up preparing the master bedroom for the evening. When I was satisfied that the room was dim enough by changing to very low watt light bulbs. I should have taken a nap but I was too wound up. I paced the house until it was time to get everything ready. I fixed a dinner of seafood stew, with lots of oysters. I don't know if it is true but supposedly it helps get erections, so I tried it. I set the table for him and laid out a large envelope.
About ten minutes before he usually came home, I listened for him to come in. Just like clockwork he entered the house and walked into his workout room. He would spend the next forty-five minutes working up a real sweat. He walked into the kitchen using a towel to wipe the sweat from his brow. About five minutes earlier I dished his dinner then went up to my parent’s bedroom to wait.
He would see the envelope with: Eat first, then read what's in here. He scowled, then shrugged and began to eat. Father loves seafood, so it put him in a better mood. I can only guess but I imagine after he ate, he opened the envelope and pulled out two pages, mother’s note was first and I had printed: Read this first. He would have read mother's permission. Then he would read my note that was handwritten:
Father, You have read from mother that I want you to have sex with me. I asked mother first because you have never gone behind each others back and when she said yes I set up this evening. Right now I am up in your bedroom waiting. If you choose not to have me, simply come up to the room and tell me to go and I will. If you choose to do me. Just walk over and sit next to me on your bed. Celia
I sat up in the room hardly able to stay still. I finally heard him coming up the stairs, he opened the door to the bedroom looked in and paused for a few minutes. Finally he walked over stood in front of me and said simply, "Are you sure Celia?"
I drew a deep breath and said, "Yes, father." He just nodded and sat next to me. I took the initiative and stood up and faced him and slid his open shirt off of his chest. His musk was heavy from his work out and he was still slightly damp on his shoulders and his pecs. He did not just sit there, he reached out and squeezed my titties. The things it did to my body, I was weak in my legs and it took a lot to stay on my feet. Then, he pulled open my blouse and pushed it back onto my arms and start in earnest on my tits. I worked the blouse off. and kept my chest available to his hands. He took one hand and undid his pants and I took the hint and started pulling them off his legs. His cock was already hard and pushing on his briefs. This was going much faster than I could have imagined. I reached down and untied my skirt and let it drop and as soon as it was at my ankles, his hand was reaching inside the waistband and his finger was reaching for my slit. By now, I was wet and ready. I slipped my panties down and sat on the bed, scooted back and reached in to get father's cock. It was already solid and I knew he was ready to take me, so I laid back, spread my legs and pulled my knees up to make myself totally accessible.
Father took over from there, he covered my mouth with his and pushed his tongue into my mouth I responded as much as I could and then I felt him raise up, reach down to grasp his rod and aim it into my cunt. He wasted no time breaking through the hymen and started humping me for all he was worth. Mother did not give me a true picture, father was pounding me hard and it hurt. The hell of it was I was starting to feel an orgasm coming when he let loose with his cum. It took five pumps until he was finished and I was full. I was not sated and I was sore from the fuck. I was exhausted trying to hold his weight up. I was not very successful mind you. I had not slept for over twenty-four hours and I fell asleep.
A few hours later, I was awakened by a heavy weight on me, when I was awake enough to figure out what was happening, I could see it was my father humping away at me for the second time. He is all about his getting off and nothing else. I went to my room. I was sore and full of semen. I did a douche and showered and finally slept.
We have the summer now to do phase two. Write me with your plan and I will write you with mine. Celia
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