Great story so far! Let's hear what you did with Daddy. Would like to see a pic of you and Jen.

 

That's good writing. I'm very interested in hear the rest.

 

Yes indeed she is a good writer ❤️
I am keen to have a look to ur pictures

 

Well, apparently you can only tease your Daddy so long before you reach the point of no return. Telling him I wasn’t wearing panties and grinding myself up against him was I guess the final straw. The awkward tension that hung over us at breakfast was suddenly broken as Daddy’s hands began to urgently grapple with my dress. Bunching the material up in wads, he pulled the shin-length hem higher and higher. It rose up over my knees and then my thighs. He groaned, grinding himself against me from behind, and I could feel his dick rapidly swelling up in hardness and pushing between the cheeks of my butt. He was breathing hard against the back of my neck and I heard him curse under his breath as he found that my dress had a second layer of a petticoat sewn in underneath. I dropped my hands to my sides, wriggling my hips as I hurried to pull the petticoat up also.

It seemed a little bit undignified, but after a lot of frantic grabbing and tugging, all the layers of the skirt were bunched up around my waist. I felt Daddy shudder as his hands rubbed all over my naked little bottom. He pushed me forward across the kitchen table and pushed at the inside of my legs with a foot, telling me to “spread ‘em”. I was a little bit wobbly because I’m not that used to wearing the fancy high heels I had put on thinking we would go to church. I lifted up one leg, reaching back to try to slip them off. “Leave them on!” Daddy growled, his voice all deep and breathless.

Jen laughed and clapped her hands, bouncing on her toes and giggling with excitement as I heard the jangle of Daddy’s belt buckle being undone. Daddy stopped and looked at her, licking his lips. “Take off your dress too!” he told her. Jen blushed and looked down at the floor. But then she looked up at him and brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes and smiled. She got that thing of doing a shy look with great big eyes down to a science.

Jen slowly wriggled her way out of her skirt and then took off her blouse. She was wearing a lacy pink bra that was barely keeping her big bouncy titties in control, and a shamefully tiny pair of red panties that were already showing a wet juicy stain in the crotch. She did a little dance right there in the kitchen, swaying her hip real sexy as she fiddled with the catch to her bra. She peeled that off and her wonderful titties tumbled free. Daddy groaned and I heard the zipper of his pants pull down.

Jen danced around some more, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly working them down off her hips. Daddy’s hands grabbed onto the cheeks of my butt, spreading me open. “Fuck... you naughty little cunt!” he breathed, but I wasn’t sure if he was looking at me or Jenny at the time.

Daddy grabbed his cock in his hand, pushing it between my legs. I could feel the fleshy tip, sliding up and down the opening to my pussy. Jen walked over, now totally naked, licking her lips and wanting a better look. She roller her hips real sexy when she walked, like a model strutting it on the catwalk.

She looked down and made a “tisking” noise, waggling her finger. “Naughty Daddy!” she told him, reaching out to poke him gently on the end of his nose. “We’ve got to get Nats here on some birth control. Until then, the rules are you can’t dump into this little cunt.”

I flinched. Did Jen just refer to me as a little cunt? Well, that seemed sort of rude and crude, but I guess it was good that my older sister was looking out for me and making sure that I didn’t get all preggers. But still, we just didn’t talk like that around our house. Although given the fact that my Daddy had me bent over the kitchen table with my skirts bunched up around my waist was a clue that maybe I should start getting used to the nickname of “Little Cunt”.

Anyway, Jen reached down and wrapped her fingers around Daddy’s fist, pulling him slowly upwards. I felt the wet knob of his dick slip out of the slippery lips of my pussy and push into the little dimple of my butthole. I let out a little squeal but I knew that at least he wouldn’t get me pregnant there. I wriggled my hips and he began to push.

I felt Jen’s hands on my butt, pulling, spreading my cheeks wide open. I rose up on my toes and bit back another squeak of complaint as I felt my butthole stretch. Suddenly I felt the knob of Daddy’s cock pop right up inside me. OMG, it felt so incredibly good! I was breathing really heavy and I pushed my hips back towards him, feeling more of his dick slide up into my butt.

“God! What a tight little ass you got!” Daddy groaned. I brushed my hair back out of my face and turned my head back to smile up at him. I was so glad that he liked my hot little ass, because I sure liked how his dick felt as it got pushed up in there. I mean, those wooden balls that Jen had put together from the craft store had felt good, but they were all hard and kind of cold. Daddy’s prick was so much better, and I could feel how warm and fleshy it felt, and thought I could almost feel the throbbing of his heartbeat and it pumped the blood into his veins.

Daddy grabbed my hips and gave a push. I squealed out loud and he stopped. “Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!” I begged him. He chuckled and gave another push. I felt him sliding in, deeper and deeper, until all of a sudden his hairy balls pushed up hard against my butt and I knew he was all the way inside me.

Jen stepped away, letting go of my butt cheeks. She gave me a hard slap on my butt, making my naked flesh sting and wiggle as I yelped, giving her a glare. She giggled and put the tip of her finger in her mouth, trying to look all cute. She was really hard to stay mad at when she looked like that.

Daddy grabbed my hips and slowly pulled his dick out of my butt until only his big round knob was still inside me. Then he pushed forward really hard. I grunted as he buried himself in deep and I heard my naked butt cheeks slap up hard against his naked thighs. He groaned as I tried to clench down with my butt, squeezing him really tight. He pulled back out and as he punched back in I pushed backwards with my hips to help him in. I felt my butt cheeks jiggle as he got himself all the way back in.

He pulled back and then thrust in really, really hard. “Fuck!” he yelled, loving how my tight little butthole squeezed down on him. I thought that maybe he was being rough as a way to punish me for all the times Jen and I had teased him recently. The thing was, I was totally loving it, and groaned for more. That seemed to make him a little madder, so he gave it to me really rough.

Daddy pulled back and slammed into me again. “Fuck!” he yelled. “Come on, fuck me with that tight ass, you juicy little whore!” I blushed bright red with shame that he would call me that, but also felt so proud that my Daddy loved my tight little butt that much.

He started to pound me, over and over again, yelling “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” every time his slammed his Daddy dick into my butt. Tears were running down my cheeks, but only because it felt so crazy-good. I was bucking my hips up and down, trying to meet him every time. Suddenly he grabbed my hips and pushed in so much harder. I squealed, feeling my toes come up off the floor as he lifted my hips up off the table. Then he moaned really loud and long and I felt something hot and wet goosh up inside my butt. Daddy groaned again and bucked his hip real hard, almost like he was having some sort of spasm. I felt him spray up inside my butt again and I started to giggle, loving so much how good it felt. He did it one more time and then fell down on my back with both of us panting really hard. Then I started to come. My legs were shaking so bad I could barely hold myself up, and I could feel all sorts of warm and sticky wetness draining down my legs.

I felt him pull his dick all the way out of my butt, and I felt more wetness pour out of my little butthole. I could feel it like puckering back and forth and I came again. I brought my hand down to my butt, playing with both my butthole and my pussy, making everything twitch as I kept giggling.

Daddy took a step back, looking down as if admiring his handiwork. “Comere Jenny,” Daddy said. “Comere and suck my cock.” Jen smiled and dropped to her knees, letting Daddy feed his long wet cock right into her pretty lips. Daddy closed his eyes and groaned. He wrapped his fingers around her head and pulled her in closer. “Fuck, Jenny, your mouth feels just like a tight little pussy!” Jen brushed her hair out of her eyes again and pushed her mouth further onto Daddy’s dick as she looked up at him with those big eyes of hers. She didn't even complain or make a face about his dick having just been up my butt. I licked my lips, wondering if she would let me have a turn when she was done. I guess I also need to talk to Jen about getting me on some birth control so that my little pussy isn't off limits anymore, although the way Daddy and I did it really doesn't seem like it could get much better. We could just keep doing it like that and it would be just fine with me.

 

Reading this just made my dick drip

 

⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️
You are a five star writer Nats

 

Just wow. Mesmerizing.

 

Sorry, been a while since I checked in. Been like totally busy with other stuff. Anyway, I finally worked up the nerve to to post a couple of stories over on the Hot Porn board. I don't know -- somehow seems more "official" (and scary) to post them on a story board instead of just in a chat. WAY more readers over there to throw the hate if my writing sucks. One is about a month old, and the other just went up today. More fantasies (that I shouldn't have) about my sister Jen. They rattle round and round in my head and the only way to get rid of them is to write them down. Go check them out if you want. Posted under my user name, and the titles are "Hypnotic Suggestion" and "The Horse Ranch Tour". Warning: Beasty stuff, because hey, if I'm gonna put Jen through the wringer in my imagination, might as well go "big".

 

Just found this story and I’ve been glued to it. Your characters are just so naughty and fun. I can’t wait to read the others.
Great work

 

A good read. When you finish this story don't forget to start a new one

 

Don't stop now Use that fertile mind and put fingers to keyboard

 

More!

 

More please, This set of stories have made me so horny

 

Thanks you guys for all the encouraging comments and messages. This is fun!

Took me a while, but I’ve got another story for you. Still wrapping up the last part, but here’s Part 1 of 3 -- MY NEW FRIEND

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I made a new friend a while back. That didn’t seem like a big deal when we used to live in the city. Shoot, you meet new people there all the time. But now that we live out here in the sticks, seeing a new face is a rare event.

Dad’s work schedule had picked up, and Jen was getting in lots of hours waitressing at the diner, so many of the tasks around the farm had fallen to me. So I was out riding fence on the used four-wheeler dad had bought. It’s not the sort of chore you’d figure for a petite girl like me, but I was getting pretty good at repairing barbed wire. I can now clip downed lines back onto T-posts with the best of them, and can even wrestle that fence stretcher into place if I need to splice a break. I can handle pretty much all the fence stuff except actually driving new posts, because that post driver thing is just too heavy for me. We have lots of deer crossing the property and they tend to play hell with fences, so I get plenty of practice. Every couple of weeks I have to check the perimeter and fix what needs fixing.

Anyway, I’m out riding fence, and I get around to our south property line. The neighbor on that side doesn’t farm or run cattle, and their property is mainly just trees and underbrush. So I was surprised to see someone walking through the woods just outside the fence. I pulled to a stop to offer a greeting, not sure if this was one of our reclusive neighbors (who I hadn’t yet met), or somebody out trespassing.

Hearing the approaching motor of my four-wheeler, the person turned and offered a tentative wave. It was a girl, sort of matching my petite build, maybe a bit younger than myself, but I’m always bad at guessing age. She was a cute little redhead, with kind of an unkempt look about her. Her tight jeans were well-worn, displaying several rips. Her cowboy boots had seen better days. A few bits of straw clung to her oversized red flannel shirt, overlaid over a tight, white teeshirt. She brushed an errant lock of hair out of her face, glanced downward, then peered up with a shy look. I smiled in return. “Hi, you must be one of our neighbors. We’re kind of new around here, so we haven’t gotten around to meeting everyone yet. Most people just call me Nats,” I offered.

“Gnats?” She inquired in a confused tone. “Like those tiny flying bugs?

“Nats, like short of Natalie,” I corrected her.

“Oh, sorry,” She apologized. “I’m Amanda... Campbell.” (I’ve changed her last name so that I’m not putting her real name out on the internet. I’ve been warned about doing that.) “Cool four-wheeler,” she said, her eyes enviously taking in the machine. “Dad keeps saying he’s going to buy us one and fix it up, but so far we haven’t had the money. He’s a mechanic, so he’s keeping his eye out for a good one.”

“You can piggyback a ride on mine, if you want,” I offered. “I can save you that long walk back to through the woods, if you don’t mind a few more fence repairs along the way.”

Her eyes gleamed. “Yeah, that would be great!” she agreed. I dismounted and approached the fence. Bearing down with my boot on the second line of barbed wire and tugging up on the third, I strained to open a gap in the fence that she could wriggle in between. She brushed the tenacious lock of hair out of her eyes again and began to step her way over, cautiously maneuvering in order to not snag her clothes on the barbs. I stepped away to make room as she made it through. But then the cuff of her jeans on her trailing leg tangled up with a barb. Off balance, she flailed forward as a new rip was added to the collection in her jeans. She stumbled straight into my arms and I caught her. Face to face, we clung tightly together for a moment that seemed to stretch out far longer than needed. She flushed red with embarrassment, finally managing to untangle herself from my embrace. “I’m so sorry!” she apologized, shaking her head at her awkwardness. Her eyes once more shifted self-consciously to the ground. Eager to make a friend, I assured her that it was fine, but she apologized again, her voice seeming to choke up with emotion.

I reached out, slipping a finger under her chin and raising her gaze to mine. “Really, it’s fine,” I assured her in a soothing voice. The stubborn lock of hair once again drooped down across her eyes, and I gently brushed it back, restoring a hesitant smile to her lips. “Come on, Graceful,” I teased as I straddled back onto the four-wheeler, “Climb on and you can help me make the last few fence repairs.” Amanda’s relieved expression spread into a wide grin and she mounted up behind me.

I gunned the engine in neutral and she let out a startled squeak. “Oh! That feels funny!” she chirped as I let the throttle drop back to idle.

I suppressed a smirk. The smooth-running machine was nothing compared to the vibrations from my sister’s old motorcycle, but the sensation was still there. The high-frequency pulsations of the engine transmitted up through the padded seat and the effect it had on a young lady was impossible to ignore. New to the experience, Amanda was in for a treat. For her benefit, I gave the engine a couple more quick revs before I eased into the clutch. Then we were off, the long suspension easily taking on the bumps of the dirt trail. She wrapped both hands tight around my tummy, hanging on tightly. To her obvious disappointment, the ride only lasted a hundred feet or so before I braked to a stop, finding a section of fence that had tangled up with a leaping deer.

Amanda helpfully handed me tools as I made a quick repair. I couldn’t help but notice that even after our short ride, her nipples had perked into a state of obvious arousal, those fleshy little nubs protruding clearly through her thin teeshirt. The fence repair completed, we got back on the four-wheeler and proceeded on down the fence line to the next location of downed wire.

At the next stop, I couldn’t resist giving her a treat. Playing with the throttle, I frowned. “Something wrong?” Amanda asked.

“It’s running kind of rough,” I lied. “Hey, you think you could do me a favor? While I make this fence repair, you think you could stay with the four-wheeler and just keep the engine speed up a bit?”

“Uh... I’ve never driven one,” the girl protested.

“Not really driving it,” I dismissed. “I’ll leave it out of gear. You just have to sit on it and keep the throttle revved up a bit. Here, I’ll show you.” I could have told her to scoot forward in the seat, but keeping her further back suited my purpose better. “OK, just stay where you’re at and lean forward. Here’s the throttle. Just twist that handle back towards you.” The engine speed inched up a bit. “Give it a bit more,” I encouraged, hearing the RPMs rise. She gasped and wiggled around in the seat, squirming her hips as she chewed her lower lip in concentration. Yeah, that was pretty much where I wanted her. I turned way, grabbing my supplies out of the tool box and focusing my efforts on the fence.

I cast an occasional glance back out of the corner of my eye, trying not to grin. Amanda was dutifully maintaining some good revs on the throttle. I could see her hips begin to slowly grind, taking on a sensual rolling motion. The throbbing engine was working its irresistible magic on the girl’s pussy.

Amanda’s eyes snapped open wide in surprise as I deposited my tools back into the box with a clunk. She was breathing heavily and a shade of crimson advanced up her expression as she let her hand slip off the throttle as she sat back in the seat. I pretended not to notice and remounted the four-wheeler. The rest of the fence was in good shape and we made it back to the garage with Amanda pressed up deliciously tight against my back for the entire trip.

The girl had a bit of an unsteady gait as she dismounted the seat and her expression seemed a bit dazed. I grinned, remembering my first ride on the back of Jenny’s motorcycle. “Did you have fun?” I inquired as I put away my tools. She eagerly nodded. I was intrigued, feeling emotional stirrings arise. But, having experienced the arts of seduction at the hands of my highly capable older sister, I knew that the best thing I could do right now was let the suspense build. “Well, thanks for all your help. You can ride fence with me anytime, girl.” I said and she beamed with pride. “I can give you a lift back home, if you want.”

Amanda looked disappointed, but accepted. I fired the four-wheeler back to life. It was only a half mile trip down the gravel road to her house, but that bumpy gravel lane shuddered delightful vibrations through the soft suspension and spongy tires, adding to the sensual throb of the engine between our legs. By the time we reached Amanda’s house, the girl was once again glued tight to my back, her arms clutched securely around my tummy. With a reluctant sigh, she dismounted, fingers tugging the stubborn lock of red hair from her eyes in a flirty motion. An awkward silence drew out as she stood near me, unwilling to end our brief encounter.

“So, are you out riding every day?” she inquired, trying -- but failing -- to come off casual. “Maybe I could run into you again and...”

I shook my head. “Only every few weeks or so, just to check the fences,” I replied, savoring the crestfallen look that crossed her face. “But you should come by and visit sometime, now that we’re officially friends,” I offered.

Her eyes sparkled. “I will!” she promised. She lingered, as if wanting something more. Then nervousness overcame her once again and she turned and bolted like a startled fawn. She paused at the front door, turning to offer a parting wave and a rapidly spreading grin.

 

Part 2 of MY NEW FRIEND

The next day, Jen and Dad were out again as usual, leaving me with the run of the house. It was mid-afternoon when the doorbell rang. Figuring it might be the mailman delivering an early Christmas package, I opened up, only to find young Amanda on the porch. “I baked you some cookies -- chocolate chip with walnuts,” she announced with a winning smile. She breezed past me into the house without a formal invite, bearing her paper platter of goodies. She was decked out in the cutest little yellow sundress, making the most of that unseasonably warm Saturday in early December. I glanced at our driveway and the road in front of the house. No car was parked or pulling away. No bicycle lay discarded in the front yard. She must have covered the half mile between our houses on foot, carrying her offering of fresh baked goods.

Smiling at her audacious charm, I accepted the offer of a cookie, finding the chocolate chips still warm and deliciously gooey. I gestured her to the couch while I took a detour to the kitchen to pour two glasses of milk. “You said I could come visit,” Amanda said, seeming to sense that she had caught me somewhat off guard.

“Yeah, that’s great!” I beamed, genuinely thrilled, if somewhat surprised, that she had only waited a day to take me up on the invite. I sat down with her on the couch. Amanda leaned forward and helped herself to a cookie off the coffee table and used the opportunity to scoot herself closer to me when she settled back down on the couch.

“I REALLY enjoyed the ride on your four-wheeler yesterday,” she blurted, smiling and batting her eyes at me. “Maybe we could do that again sometime... or you know, like other stuff too.” Despite her clumsy, transparent come-on, I felt my heart begin to race. Suddenly I understood my sister’s incestuous feelings towards me. There was an irresistible allure in Amanda’s innocence. Finding myself now cast in the role of the more experienced seducer, I understood the driving urge to claim and plunder this virgin territory.

“So, do you have a boyfriend?” I inquired under the guise of small talk.

“Um, not really,” she admitted. “I mean, there’s Bobby down the street, but he’s kind of immature, and sometimes he just picks on me.”

“I bet you’ve kissed him,” I teased.

Amanda blushed, turning her shy gaze to the floor. A finger absentmindedly twirled at her ever-present stray lock of hair, nervously combing it back as she looked back up at me. “No... I, ah... I guess I don’t really know how,” she admitted. “I mean, I’ve kiss my Aunt Barbara on the cheek when she comes to visit, but that’s like different than... well, you know, a real kiss.” A pleading look crossed her deep, dark eyes, desperate to not be mocked for her lack of feminine wiles.

I let the moment stretch into uncomfortable silence, watching her shift around on the couch. I couldn’t help but notice that the continuous squirming was slowly progressing the short hem of her thin cotton dress ever upward, exposing more and more of her firm, creamy thighs. “That first kiss is important,” I mused thoughtfully. “You only get that one chance to make an opening impression.” Amanda nodded in solemn agreement, indulging in another nibble off her cookie. “I could maybe give you a few pointers, if you don’t think that’s too creepy,” I suggested in an offhand tone.

“No! Not creepy at all!” the suddenly-precocious redhead rushed to assure me. Then she reined herself in, flushing at her overt display of enthusiasm. “I mean, yeah, sure, if you have any ideas that might help.” Small nubs of rapidly hardening flesh pushed against the fabric of her sundress, perky nipples already rising to the challenge. There was clearly no bra present -- or needed -- to constrain those naturally firm little tits.

“Well, let’s see...” I stalled, not really having a formal presentation prepared on the nuances of kissing. “First, you need to sort of get a sense of the moment. You have to kind of lean in, showing that you’re open to getting kissed. But don’t over-commit. If the other person doesn’t respond, you want to be able to play it off casual, like you didn’t want to get kissed either.” I closed the distance between us, well inside the boundaries of normal “personal space”. Amanda’s breaths became sharper, more pronounced, but she didn’t shy away.

“Then you can maybe lick your lips,” I suggested, running my tongue over my tingling lips. “That will give you a wet, glistening look, which of course the boys all think is very sexy.”

Amanda nodded, running her pink tongue over those soft, pouty lips. “Like this?” she asked in a breathless whisper, leaning in closer.

“Perfect. You’re a natural. So sensual,” I replied, meaning every word. At this point I wasn’t even sure who was actually doing the seducing. All I knew was that I desperately needed to kiss this little minx. “Then tilt your head a bit to the side. Hopefully the guy does the same, because you’re pretty much all-in at this point. If you’ve misread the signs, there’s no backing out gracefully anymore.”

Amanda tilted her head to the left as I inclined the opposite direction. She closed her eyes, leaning forward. Our lips met, nuzzling gently at first but then pressed harder with a growing passion. I parted my mouth, feeling the little redhead instinctively do the same. My tongue slipped out, the fluttering tip teasing her sensuous lips and exploring her pearly-white teeth. My hand closed on the back of her head, pulling her in tighter. She groaned, opening her mouth to let my tongue slip deep inside. Her oral digit wriggled to life, tangling with mine in a frenzy of motion.

We French-kissed passionately on the couch. I pulled her in close to me in an intimate embrace. Her hands roamed, unsure of what to do with themselves. Her fingers finally tangled in my hair and held me tight as our lewd oral embrace drew on. Finally I pulled back. She mewled in protest, her desperate lips following my retreat. I could have pulled her down on top of me, but there would have been no stopping then, and I wanted to draw out this seduction, savoring every step.

“Then... uh... then you can get creative,” I suggested, embarrassed at the husky, urgent tone in my voice.

“Like what?” Amanda responded, her eyes shimmering with anticipation.

I reached to the coffee table, casually picking up my glass of milk. I took a small sip. Then -- locking Amanda in a meaningful gaze, I purposely allowed a small trickle to pour from the glass, spilling down onto my shirt. “Oh, how clumsy of me,” I exclaimed, rubbing my fingers across the spreading stain. My actions did nothing to remedy the spill, but instead served to work the wetness thoroughly into the thin cotton top. The wet cotton matted down onto my firm little tits, leaving little to the imagination. My erect nipples were obvious to even the most casual inspection and had captured the little redhead’s undivided attention. She swallowed nervously, unable to look away.

My milk in hand, I leaned towards her, revealing my intentions with a subtle tilt of the glass as I hovered just over her small breasts. Her eyes went wide as she sat too stunned to move or even protest. I tilted the glass, observing how she subconsciously arched her back, drawing in and holding a deep breath in anticipation. She flinched as the trickle of cold milk trailed onto her skin, poured just above the top of her dress. Chilled milk slithered in rivulets, soaking the top of her dress. Like my teeshirt, the thin cotton material instantly soaked up the spill, clinging tightly to her firm, rounded little titties.

“I think your nipples are just a bit bigger than mine,” I remarked casually, introducing my eager young student to the next level of intimate foreplay. She looked down, judging the comparison. I leaned in, cupping a hand under one of my breasts, bringing the throbbing nipple into direct contact with hers. She groaned, her eyes fluttering closed as I sensuously rubbed our two nipples in an erotic dance with one another.

The top of her dress was drawn closed by a bowed knot. Her eyes flashed open in shock as she felt a tug on the lacy cord. Slowly the bow unraveled. The top of her dress gaped. The slightest encouragement would send those sweet little breasts tumbling free. Breathless, she waited for the moment to happen.

Suddenly a jarring ring and vibration shattered the magical moment. Amanda shrieked, and I jerked back in surprise. A moment of silence and then the rude intrusion repeated. Amanda cursed under her breath, fumbling her cell phone out of a pocket in the dress. She frowned, looking at the screen, and suddenly her expression melted into a look of horror. “It’s a text from my mom!” she exclaimed. “I totally forgot we have a church dinner this evening. I’ve got to get home and change. Oh god, I’ll never make it in time. She’s going to be so mad if we’re late!”

“I’ll give you a lift on the four-wheeler,” I offered, ducking into the kitchen and throwing her a dish towel. She did her best to dab up the spilled milk off her dress, but there was little to be done about the wetness.

Some of the spill dried on the short trip, the stain not noticeable on a casual inspection. Amanda’s mother met us on the front porch, hands on her hips and one foot tapping in annoyance. “Where have you been, young lady?” she demanded.

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault, Mrs. Campbell,” I offered. “We haven’t met, but I’m your neighbor, Natalie, from up the road. I was looking for my lost pet and Amanda here was so kind in offering to help me look.”

Mrs. Campbell’s expression softened just a bit. “What kind of pet did you lose?” she inquired with a tone of sympathy. “We can keep an eye out.”

“I’m looking for an adorable little pussy,” I answered, fixing my new friend with a meaningful look. “I used some milk to try to tempt it from hiding, and I think I was close to getting my hands on it. But then Amanda here remembered she had to go to church, so I rushed her right home.” The girl choked and sputtered, burning beat red with shame.

“Well, that’s nice of you to try to help your new friend,” Mrs. Campbell allowed. We’ll keep a look out,” she promised. “I hope you find her.”

“Thanks. She’ll turn up, maybe in a day or two, Mrs. Campbell. I’m sure that little pussy is eager to get some loving.” Amanda looked like she wanted to die right on the spot and be swallowed whole into the ground.

“Well, Amanda, we really have to get a move on if we want to make it to church on time. Now you say goodbye to your little friend and them come straight on into the house,” Mrs. Campbell directed, turning and heading inside. The screen door whacked shut with a bang, leaving Amanda and myself alone on the front porch.

“You gotta go,” I encouraged her. She nodded, but seemed reluctant to move. “But you can come visit me any time,” I offered and her sad expression brightened into a broad grin. “I really like your pretty dress,” I observed, reaching out to finger the thin material. You should wear something like it when I see you again.” Amanda nodded, mentally sorting through her outfits for just the right thing. I leaned over from the four-wheeler and whispered. “Don’t bother wearing panties next time.” A visible shiver raced through her.

“I can come over tomorrow, at 9:30,” she whispered, casting a nervous glance back at the house. “We normally go to church on Sunday mornings too, but I’ll say I’m not feeling well.” Then she bounded onto the porch like a spooked fawn, pausing at the screen door for one last glance back. Firing up the engine, I gave a wave to Amanda and one to her mother who was peering out the window. With a clatter, the front door slammed and the little redhead was gone.

 

... and the last part -- MY NEW FRIEND, PART 3


Sunday morning at 9:25 there was the pounding of light footsteps on our front porch and the doorbell rang. The door had barely opened a crack when Amanda announced excitedly, “I brought you a present!” Then her gleeful expression melted into a look of shock as the door swung open wide.

Her surprise was understandable. Expecting to see me, Amanda was instead greeted by my sister Jenny. My curvy blonde older sister has a pronounced affect on just about anyone, even under normal circumstance. But clad only in a pair of tight panties and white ankle socks, she made a stunning first impression. Amanda’s jaw dropped, her eyes helplessly drawn to the irresistible lure of Jenny’s fabulous naked tits.

Speechless, Amanda started to withdraw her hand. But Jenny was quicker, tugging the offered present from the redhead’s reluctant fingers. Faithful to my instructions for her visit, Amanda was presumably unencumbered by panties. But apparently she thought it might be cute and sexy to deliver them to me anyway. The damp state of the naughty little present she had wanted to proudly deliver suggested she had worn them for a while as she anxiously anticipated our reunion.

“Well, thank you. Those are nice... but kind of wet and sticky,” Jenny remarked, unfolding the bunched up little blue panties to reveal the wet stain in the crotch. She brought them to her face, savoring a deep breath. Amanda’s eyes, already wide with panic, dilated further.

Amanda’s jaw worked, but no sounds came forth. Finally she found her voice. “I... I should go...” she managed in a strangled gasp, inching her way from the door, preparing to flee in terror.

“Nonsense,” Jenny replied, grabbing the little redhead by the wrist and tugging her inside. “You came all the way over, so stay a while.” Still mesmerized by Jenny’s amazing knockers, Amanda stumbled inside. Jenny pushed the door shut behind her and the girl visibly flinched as the latch quietly clicked shut, reacting as if a jail cell door had just been slammed.

From the couch, I gave Amanda a wave. “This is my sister, Jenny,” I gestured, making the formal introduction. “I told her about you and she absolutely wanted to meet you.”

Still dumbfounded, Amanda finally managed to tear her eyes away from Jenny’s breasts, her gaze traveling downward to take in the rest of my sister’s alluring form. It didn’t take long for Amanda to give a startled squeal, her hand flying to her mouth as the sight of Jenny’s enormous strapon dildo came to her attention. Her expression took on the look of a startled filly about to be broken in for riding.

“How long can you stay?” I inquired casually, wondering when Amanda’s parents would return from church, expecting to find their daughter tucked in bed, nursing an upset tummy.

“Uh... noon, we normally get home right at noon,” she stammered.

So like the fable of Cinderella, we had until the clock struck twelve to get the little princess safely home before the fairytale turned into a pumpkin.

“It’s going to be tight,” Jenny assessed. Her glance carried from the clock, down to her strapon dildo, then to Amanda. The double-entendre was impossible to miss.

“We’ll get it squeezed in,” I assured her, playing into the pun. I made a note of the time -- 9:35. The clock was ticking...


10:15

A pink and red lace leg garter lay torn and discarded on the floor. Its mate was tangled around Amanda’s left ankle, also now forgotten. The little charmer had slipped them on underneath the hem of her short skirt, obviously hoping to add an element of allure to what she expected would be a romantic seduction.

Jenny had put them to good use, finding they served as excellent handholds as she positioned young Natalie on her knees in front of the couch. The garters had drawn tight and dug into tender skin as my sister knelt behind the girl, using them to forcibly draw apart Amanda’s thighs.

“I... I need to go to the bathroom,” Amanda had protested as she was moved into her subservient pose. Her obvious delaying tactic was ignored.

Now -- about twenty minutes later -- the petite redhead gasped, her face lifting from my sweltering pussy, a glazed look to her eyes. My juices glistened, a generous coating covering her from nose to chin. Jenny’s huge strapon cock pulled free of Amanda’s cunt with a wet slurp. A small smear of drying blood on the girl’s inner thigh revealed that the dildo had done its job, putting the depths of that sweet virgin pussy to plunder. Juices of vaginal satisfaction dripped like honey from that ruined little twat, seeping into the fibers of the rug between her knees.

I reclined back on the couch, gently urging Amanda’s face back down to my snatch, sighing as once more her talented tongue went to work. My hips twitched, the familiar tingling of another orgasm beginning to simmer. Now intimately familiar with the signs, Amanda pressed her lips to my quivering twat in an open-mouthed kiss. Her first encounter with my energetic and somewhat messy orgasms still shimmered in her hair, dewy drops of feminine ejaculation trapped in strands of red. The girl had quickly learned to seal her lips tightly to my twat as soon as I began to quiver, containing the orgasmic flood within her mouth and eagerly drinking me down. I gushed, squirming as her hands tightly grasped my naked hips. She swallowed desperately, managing to contain most of the surging tide before she choked and let some of the savory sauce spill from her lips.

Suddenly her head bucked up, a look of surprise crossing her pretty face. Her troublesome lock of hair once again fell over her left eye, the rose-colored curls matted wet with my girlish cum. “No... Oh, Jenny, no, I don’t think...” she pleaded.

Jenny simply held herself in position, shooting me a knowing wink as she centered the rounded knob of her massive rubber strapon in the cute dimple of Amanda’s ass. The redhead continued to verbally protest, but undeniably, her upthrust hips slowly pushed back towards my sister. Jenny grinned, both hands on Amanda’s hips, guiding her into place. The girl gasped, her eyes meeting mine with a pleading expression. Then she nervously clenched her jaw and once again pushed her firm little rump in reverse, grinding her puckered anus on the shimmering wet tip of Jenny’s formidable rubber cock shaft.

In the end, it took no effort from my sister. She simply held herself firmly in place, letting Amanda’s rolling hips do the work. That tight little rectum flared wide, and with a juicy pop, the flared cock head popped into her ass. She groaned, grinding her ass in a sensual circle. Jenny eased forward, plowing several inches up that straining rectal fuck tunnel.

Lost in passion, Amanda’s attention on my pussy faltered. I wriggled in her grasp and her tongue slipped lower, dipping between my ass cheeks. I flinched and groaned with pleasure. Amanda picked up on the clues, realizing that my puckered little shitter was a viable target for her wriggling tongue. Matching her timing to the thrust of Jenny’s strapon cock, she stiffened her oral appendage and slowly eased her way into my butt.

She paused for a moment, lifting her face from between my trembling thighs. “I REALLY need to pee,” she confessed as a second warning. Once more the pleas fell on deaf ears. Jenny lovingly eased more of the huge prick into the girl’s anus. A brief look of panic crossed her face. Jenny’s cock was formidable in size, stretching that tight little rectum to its limits. But the last few inches of that rugged shaft held an additional surprise -- a widely flared knot, offering an alarming increase in girth. That knot now prodded up against Amanda’s straining rectal ring, making its presence known.

Jenny pushed. Amanda responded with an eager thrust of her hips, both girls of a single purpose. Another coordinated lunge, and then another, leaving both girls panting with the effort. On the fourth thrust, Amanda howled with lust, feeling her taut little anus stretched to seemingly impossible limits. With the slap of flesh on flesh, Jenny’s loins pressed up hard against Amanda’s quivering rump cheeks, the full length of the dildo now buried in those quivering bowels.

“Gotta pee,” Amanda gasped again. But the desperation of her earlier warnings had vanished, replaced by simple resignation. Her orgasm struck and her fingers clenched tight around my hips. She screamed with lust, her cries muffled as she pressed her face down into my convulsing twat. Jenny leaned forward onto Amanda’s back, hands reaching around her jerking torso to get a firm grasp on the redhead’s little titties. Squatting over the girl’s upturned rump, Jenny’s hips thrust repeatedly, pounding downward like a pile driver as she rode that bucking bronco for all that she was worth.

Amanda’s pussy gaped wide, vaginal lips ruffled and unfurled like a blooming flower. A stream of sticky cunt butter trickled out as her pussy shuddered. Then a golden gush erupted as her straining bladder lost control. A big glass of iced tea right before she had come over, coupled with the chill December air on her naked pussy, combined into an irresistible force, already building as she had made the half mile walk to our house. Numerous pleading attempts to gain access to the bathroom had been ignored. Jenny’s huge thrusting cock up her ass put further pressure on that already straining bladder. All combined, it was no surprise that the bashful little redhead had no choice but to finally unload all over our living room floor. With a prolonged gush and a sigh of relief amid her ongoing orgasm, Amanda pissed a large, spreading stain onto the rug.

10:50

Sniffing back her tears, Amanda knelt on her hands and knees next to the bucket of soapy water, dutifully scrubbing at the rug to clean up her mess. Not yet satisfied with the humiliation of the girl for her shameful act, Jenny stood straddled over her naked back. Reaching down, my sister used two fingers to part the lips of her pretty pussy and closed her eyes. A few golden drops trickled from Jenny’s twat. Amanda flinched, feeling the warm splatter on her back. Then the stream burst forth full strength, gushing gold girl pee down onto Amanda’s back. She flushed red with embarrassment, but faithfully dipped her wash rag into the bucket, continuing to scrub the rug as Jenny’s pissing pussy added to the job.

I grinned, unable to resist joining in the fun. A startled sob escaped Natalie’s lips as I spread my legs behind her and willed my bladder to relax. Adjusting my aim, a steaming stream of pee frothed and foamed as it drizzled down onto her exposed cunt and ass. Her well-reamed little anus puckered back and forth, seeming to eagerly drink in the prolonged flood. A tear dripped from Amanda’s cheek but she never broke her rhythm, once again dipping the rag into the bucket and then back to the wet rug, diligently soaking it all up.

11:05

With the well-scrubbed rug slowly drying, Jenny’s graceful fingers danced on the screen of her cell phone, her facing brightening as her search produced the desired results. She handed the device to Amanda, who sat naked and nervous, sandwiched between my sister and I on the couch.

“See? Easy-peasy,” Jenny assured her. Natalie chewed her lower lip, flipping through the seemingly endless inventory of online pictures. I wouldn’t have guessed that an image search for “Lesbian Fisting” would produce such extensive results, but the evidence was beyond dispute. Smiling, beautiful girls in a variety of poses took fists hard and deep from their girlfriends, glistening pussies and assholes straining as they clutched tight around embedded wrists.

“I... guess so...” Amanda allowed, still not entirely convinced. But the half-hearted agreement was all that Jenny needed to hear. She had supplies at the ready and the little redhead was quickly trussed up like a Christmas turkey. In a few short minutes, a three-foot length of sawed-off broom handle had been secured to each of Amanda’s ankles with duct tape, forcing her legs wide into a rather indiscrete position. Laying her back onto the couch, I assisted in lifting up her legs as Jenny passed a length of rope under the girl’s knees and knotted each end around a wrist. I released her and admired my sister’s handiwork. Laying on her back, Amanda’s knees were now forced up towards her chest, held in place by the rope between her wrists. The wooden shaft held her legs wide open, and strain as she might, the poor girl could do nothing to cover her entirely vulnerable private parts.

Some of the pictures Jenny had found seemed to suggest the use of a lubricant to aid the process, but looking at the continuous ooze of slimy wetness trickling from Amanda’s pussy, it seemed like we had all that we needed. Jenny produced the redhead’s stick panties from when she first arrived. “Open up,” she urged, bringing the undies to the girl’s lips. Amanda obediently parted her sensual lips and my sister pushed the cum-soaked underwear into her mouth, allowing the sweet taste of her own pussy flood her taste buds.

Jenny knelt down on the floor in front of the couch, scooting the helplessly bound girl into position. Grinning with anticipation, I joined her, my mouth watering at the sight of Amanda’s defenseless pussy and perky little asshole on display before us. Amanda squirmed on the couch, her actions futile against the efficient restraints. A muffled series of grunts were rendered inaudible by the panties in her mouth. But I was sure I understood her intent, and whole-heartedly agreed. Time was a wasting and those little fuck holes weren’t going to fist themselves.

Amanda flinched, her thighs trembling as Jenny’s long, slender index finger snaked into that tight little bunghole. A muffled squeal arose as the redhead seemed to be voicing her encouragement. Jenny gave her what she wanted, drawing her finger back and adding her middle finger as she drove back into that hot, puckered anus.

I brought my fingers to bear, gently squeezing Amanda’s rigid clit. Her eyes flared wide and her hips bucked. Encouraged, I slipped two fingers into her juicy twat, slowly twisting as I sank in to the third knuckle.

Jenny added a third finger as Amanda began to pant, her chest heaving as nostrils flared. I followed suit, finding her juicy little cunt quite accommodating. Hearing no complaints, I added a fourth finger, feeling her twat tremble and clench down tight in a loving embrace.

Forcing four fingers into that tight back passage proved a challenge, but Jenny was determined. Amanda’s hips thrashed against her restraints and she seemed to be doing all that she could to offer her assistance. With her attention focused on the incredible building pressure on her asshole, Amanda barely seemed to notice as I also added a fourth finger and then tucked my thumb alongside. Her eyes flew wide, her head thrashing from side to side as I began to push. It was touch and go, but with a simultaneous grunt of satisfaction from both myself and the redhead, the widest part of my fist slipped past her straining pussy lips and sank into the soft, clutching depths of her cunt.

She groaned, eyes rolling back in her head. Jenny used the moment of distraction to apply that bit of extra force. Amanda’s head bucked up, eyes wide, then collapsed on the couch, her chest heaving with exertion. A sheen of sweat arose on her naked body and she wriggled every so delightfully, savoring the overstuffed sensation of having fists lodged up her cunt and ass.

Jenny slowly twisted her embedded wrist. I gasped, feeling her knuckles roll against mine, separated only by a few layers of flesh between the girl’s cunt and asshole. Jenny pulled back, grinning as Amanda’s straining anus flared outward in response. With a wet pop, my sister’s fist popped free of the girl’s asshole, leaving a gaping cavern that puckered open and closed in frustration. Jenny eased back in a couple of inches past the wrist, leaving that grateful little rectal gateway in spasms around her forearm. I did the same, pulling my fist from her cunt, trailing strands of slippery juices. I plunged back in, delving into uncharted depths. We quickly found our natural rhythm, our fists alternating in and out, lovingly punishing Amanda’s little fuck tunnels until she issued a muffled howl of lust. Juices streamed from the wreckage of her pussy as her orgasm flared. Her thighs and tummy trembled, muscles straining hard against the restraining bonds. Her entire body clenched, the panties in her mouth doing little to muffle her prolonged wail of ecstasy. Finally she collapsed, her nostrils flaring wide as her face blushed a growing shade of red.

Jenny pulled her fist from Amanda’s ass, reaching up to pluck the soiled panties from the girl’s mouth. She gasped for breath, panting desperately to fill her lungs. Jenny slipped two fingers past Amanda’s lips, giving the girl a sample of her own tight little ass. Pouting lips sensuously nursed the fingers as her tongue came into play, licking eagerly.


11:47

With a nervous glance at the clock, we got Amanda untied, and everyone hurried into their clothes. We piled into Jenny’s old car and quickly had Amanda delivered to her house. Still looking slightly shell-shocked, the little redhead stumbled from the back seat of the car, making her way towards the front porch in a slightly drunken stagger. She reached the door and fumbled with the latch. Jenny put the car into reverse and backed out of the drive. Amanda gave us a parting wave and huge smile, then disappeared into the house. We were maybe fifty feet on down the road from the driveway when in the rearview mirrors we spotted a blue pickup truck crest the hill in the distance. It was Ma and Pa Campbell, on their way home from church. Jenny eased into the accelerator and we made our escape, just another nondescript car on the county road, minding its own business.

Presumably the Campbells came home to find their daughter dozing in her bed, her upset little tummy already feeling much better, thank-you-very-much. And undoubtedly, Amanda would come to visit us often. We still hadn’t introduced her to Daddy, but I’m quite sure he would approve.

 

So freaking hot. I love this story

 

Wow, that was intence