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The Other Side of the Coin Chapter 21

When he came out of the shower, he was dressed just in his boxers. I was on the right side of the bed if you were facing it and I patted my hand on the left side to invite him to join me. He moved his pillow so his head was half upright. I snuggled on my side next to him, placing my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his left arm around my back. I asked him how work was and he gave the usual guy reply, "same old shit," he retorted. Guy was a pretty blunt individual and it was one of his best qualities as well as one of his worst and was the result of a personality type that was perhaps overly logical. Our exceedingly low tolerance for bullshit and artifice was something we shared, though, and so I think I understood more where he was coming from than most other women, especially since I was a former male. "How about you?" he asked. I told him how I had tormented Sandra before George came over and fucked her before they retired for the evening. "Sounds like I missed quite a party," he smiled. "Yes you did," I giggled. "So tell me Miwa, how hardcore are you into BDSM?" he inquired. "To be honest, Guy, while I love topping Sandra because I know she gets off on it and I sort of get my ya yas for rope bondage out, I'm just not that hardcore into it. If Sandra came to me tomorrow and said she no longer wanted to be my slave then I would be totally fine with it." "So you're more into it as bedroom kink?" he wondered. "Yeah, more or less," I informed him. "So you're a dominant?' he inquired. "That's the other funny thing about my and Sandra's relationship, sweety. I'm actually rather submissive and prefer to be dominated myself. I more or less dominate Sandra because I love her and want her to feel fulfilled and happy.. What do you think of the stuff you've seen us do so far?" I interrogated. "It's all good fun. Whatever gets you through the night," he philosophized. "So do you have any interest in BDSM?" I asked him. "The truthful answer is yes, but I don't really get into all the heavy, super painful stuff," he averred. "I do think shibari, for example, is a beautiful art form and I like the communicative aspects of it, but like you, it would just be something to kinda spice things up rather than a 24/7 lifestyle to me." "So where are you on the dominance and submission scale?" I pondered. "I prefer to be in control," he propounded. "But there are times when I can switch, too, but I definitely like calling the shots," he told me. "So would you like to dominate me?' I checked. "Oh yeah, that's for damn sure," he enthused. "The only thing is that I don't really know how to tie people up beyond a really super basic level," he revealed. "I would love to be able to do what some of the nawashi (rope artists) can," he bubbled. "I can teach you," I offered. "That would be way cool," he smiled. "You can use Sandra as your test dummy," I laughed. "Works for me!" he chuckled. "As long as George wouldn't mind, that is," he added. "I could teach him, too, though I'm not sure if he's into it," I proposed. "Yeah, I don't think anyone would ever mistake George for a dominant. I think he's probably a vanilla kind of dude," Guy theorized. "Well look Guy, I'm tired, so we should discuss this tomorrow when George and Sandra are present," I advocated, bringing an end to the conversation. I had him turn out the light and we kissed each other good night, spooning as we fell asleep. We snoozed until noon Saturday. I was actually in the bathroom brushing my teeth and blow drying my hair after just having taken a shower when he finally rose. He used one of the other bathrooms to brush his teeth and was waiting for me downstairs with Sandra and George. The latter couple had been up since around nine and had already eaten breakfast. They waved me off when I offered to make lunch for them. I made some scrambled eggs and bacon for Guy. Once we had finished chowing down, we sat around and we discussed the BDSM issue. George said he would be interested in learning how to tie Sandra up in case he got into the mood for it sometime and would allow Guy to use her to practice on while I supervised even if he wasn't all that into erotic power exchange himself. Thus, for the next few hours, I instructed George and Guy on rope bondage and Sandra spent most of the day as their practice field. They got a couple of simple hand and ankle ties down plus a rudimentary breast binding. I also inculcated the best handling of subbies in this context, the physical limits of bondage and how to avoid some dangerous pitfalls. There were a lot of laughs to be had, too, so it was really fun. Sandra and I cooked dinner and then we moved to my music room and entertained the boys with some of our guitar work. We later split up and retired to separate bedrooms, Sandra and George in their's and Guy and I in mine. "You know Miwa, I have to be honest. I would really like it if you would submit to me, " he requested. "I would really like to submit to you as well, Guy," I replied. However, there were a lot of issues attached to that, including Guy's rather inconvenient schedule as well as his living situation in addition to other things such as limits, safewords, the need for some me time, what to do about my domination of Sandra as well as my relationship with her, etc. We got so caught up in the discussion that by the time I finally looked at the clock it was nearing midnight. Some of this we had to hash out with George and Sandra, so we opted to table the discussion until the following morning. Sunday, after Sandra and I had cleaned up at the end of breakfast, we had a pow wow in the livingroom over the evolving relationship situation. I had to tell George that Sandra had a strong need to sleep with women every now and again and he was going to have to accept that if he wanted to stay with her. Sandra concurred but said that it wouldn't have any effect on how she felt about George. We then had to figure out who was going to own Sandra. I laid out the options of Guy mastering both her and me with me demoted to a co-slave status with her, me continuing to dominate her with Guy more or less a bystander, or George taking a dominant role. There was also the choice of Sandra giving up BDSM altogether, something she said no to because it was just too much of a rush for her. This obviously left George in a quandry and, to be honest, I really didn't want to top anyone while I was being topped myself. George admitted that even if he didn't necessarily want to dominate Sandra herself, it turned him on to see her submitting to someone and operating under all that goes with it as long as he can be part of the action. The whole topic was making me uber wet. The thing I most wanted to do at that moment was suck Guy's dick. But we kept on talking and hammered out an agreement that had me continuing to dominate and sleep with Sandra but both George and Guy would have access to me sexually, with Guy calling the tune for all of us. In exchange for George having access to me, Guy would also be able to fuck Sandra and there would be no right of refusal on either my or Sandra's part. In other words, I had just entered into a polyamorous D/s arrangement. With that and the other issues Guy and I had discussed the previous night decided, Guy and I could now move into the next phase of our relationship, my submission to him. He ordered me to take off my clothes and to always be naked when I was at home. I was also not allowed to wear pants anymore except during gigs, rehearsals, winter or in bad weather. When I was away from home, I had to text him my whereabouts every half hour and I was forbidden to touch myself without his permission. George would not have any control over me at all except when he wanted sex, including oral, from me and Guy would have no control over Sandra unless he wanted to screw her or have her give him a hummer. Also, as a matter of courtesy to each other, Guy could only cum on Sandra's face and not inside of her while George could only cum on mine and not in my pussy so that our holes were left pristine for our boyfriends. Also, they were going to call Sandra and me by our BDSM names in private or when nobody was within earshot. Guy had already thought about it and so now I would be known as "cockslave." I did demand one thing of Guy, though: that he shave his cock and balls. He agreed to it since it would make his prong seem bigger and more mouth watering and I wouldn't get his pubic hair in my mouth when I sucked him. In addition, all my sex toys were strictly for being used on Sandra, so I had to get some that could be used on me. I kept this separation for hygiene reasons. I went and ordered new vibrators, nipple clamps and gags as well as a new bag on the net with Guy supervising. Meanwhile, George had taken Sandra to bed and was slamming it into her after the BDSM talk had made him rather randy. Once I finished with with what I needed to do online, Guy bedded me. Before he entered me, though, he thanked me for submitting to him and guaranteed that he would always care for me. This made feel really close to him and the intimacy of our lovemaking was deepened as a result. Again, the further I was into being a female, the more important emotional feedback was becoming to me. I was still pretty frank about things and my sex drive continued to be exceedingly high, so the girly side of me hadn't totally taken over yet and I hoped it wouldn't because I loved sucking cock and being fucked so much. George and Sandra came out of their bedroom looking tired and they both had bed hair. There were droplets of cum issuing from Sandra's exposed and swollen pussy. They were going to leave and go to her apartment. I convinced them to stay for dinner, however and we had a nice meal before my cunt and her boyfriend got dressed and departed, though not before I reminded Sandra to do her deep throat exercises. Guy helped me clean up and then we we took a shower together, after which Guy had me shave his pubic hair off. I rewarded him for agreeing to my request with an enthusiastic blowjob. When we got to bed, he ate me out seemingly forever, telling me how good my freshly bathed pussy tasted, and I came and came and came. Since school started Monday for him and George, we turned in around ten with him cuddling my nude form. I woke up just before six and once I finished with my grooming, I woke Guy up with a blowjob. "Good morning Master," I smiled. "Good morning cockslave," he responded somewhat whoozily. He spurted a big, warm load into my mouth and then he got dressed and left to fight the morning rush hour traffic to his school. Tuesday, the band had a rehearsal and I suggested to Terry that she try to book us into colleges and high schools to do lunchtime and early afternoon free gigs as a way to promote ourselves. Everybody thought that this was an excellent idea, but we needed somebody to run sound. That wasn't a problem, as her younger brother, who was also a musician in a local metal band, was willing to do it. She was ultimately able to hustle about a dozen gigs for the month of September doing this, which could keep us busy and sharp. The first such show was on a Friday the first week of their fall semester at a north county high school that had an open air amphitheater. Sandra and I had our backs against each other facing either side of the stage as she began to play the opening riff to "Blackout" and immediate howls of recognition went up as I spun away from her and did the first lead break of the tune before the vocal came in. This is a great track to pose to and the stairs that lead up the front of the stage provided a good opportunity for showing off, especially when you're using wireless amplification. By the end of the song, the kids were already into it as we kicked into "Dynamite," another fast rocker that showed off Terry's vocal skills nicely and I received a lot of applause for pulling off the blazingly speedy lead break in it. It was fun watching the longhairs in the crowd whipping their hair around and headbanging. Terry greeted them and then we blasted out the opening riff from "No One Like You" and segued from there into "Picture Life" with its twin harmony part. Following another brief stage rap from Terry, we slid into the power ballad, "Still Loving You," with Sandra doing all the leads and me the slow arpeggiated riff and then pounded out "Rock You Like a Hurricane" before Terry thanked everybody for being so appreciative. We sent them off with "Coming Home," Sandra and I both posing and riffing hard on the stairs out front, raising our guitars in jubilation at the conclusion. Some of the kids chose to be late to class by coming up and wanting pictures taken with us or just saying hello. We got a lot of their email addresses to send out gig info to them. A couple of girls who were learning to play guitar told me that they were inspired by how much fun we seemed to be having to practice more. That was really nice. There aren't nearly enough girls playing heavy music right now. Monday, we did a junior college show at 1 p.m. at a little amphitheater they had in the quad and were allowed an hour, so we were able to have a more fully paced set compared to the 40 minutes we had at the high school date. That was a blast and the hundred or so people who stopped by to watch gave us a nice reception. Tuesday, we played at Guy's and George's school at 1 p.m. Guy's last class was at noon while George was on a break, so they both got to see us perform live for the first time rather than just in rehearsal or messing around. I was dressed in a black corset with red draw strings holding it together, red leather pants and red platform heels while Sandra had the same outfit, except in silver. After we played "Blackout," the crowd grew enormously to well over a thousand, some of that due to kids from a nearby high school that allowed them to leave campus for lunch showing up. The stage was a simple affair erected on a grassy area in front of a multi-story classroom building. They let us do our full 90 minute set and we worked up quite a sweat in the afternoon Southern California sun. After it was over, Guy helped us hump our gear back on to the rental truck we used to transport it George had another class to go to and missed the final half hour we were on stage, which was too bad. Sandra didn't even get a chance to kiss him goodbye. Guy told me I looked totally hot up there and that we played a blinder, which was nice to hear. Unfortunately, he then had to piss off to work. Friday, we had another high school show, this one at a campus that was only a few miles down the road from my house. So everybody arrived at my place with their gear, we loaded it up and took it to the campus. The venue was the gym and so we had a pretty good sized stage to work with. The acoustics, though, were pretty horrendous because of all the concrete surfaces. We had Denise turn way down so the sound wouldn't turn to mud. We brought our rudimentary lighting system and used that to illuminate the stage and that worked okay. We tore through our 40 minute set to a decent round of applause before the kids had to return to class. Sandra was burning up her unused vacation time to do these shows. We did four more the following week and four the week after that, when she had to basically dash from her work, get to the venue, do the gig, and then scramble back. That meant she would miss two hours of work a day minimum and had to make up for it by staying at her workplace later to get caught up. But to get back to the Friday after we did that first post-summer vacation high school gig, Sandra didn't come over to my house that night. Instead, she stayed home and her and George spent the night together there before they came over Saturday morning. So once Guy had arrived at round 1 a.m., we had the house to ourselves. "Good evening cockslave," he said to me. I was stark naked and as he hugged and kissed me in the foyer he was also grabbing my ass. "Master, may your cockslave have the honor of giving you a massage?" I asked. 'Oh yeah, I would definitely love that," he assented. We trudged up the stairs to my bedroom and he stripped and laid on his stomach on a big towel I had already spread on the floor. i drizzled warm massage oil on his back and began kneading the muscles in his shoulders and neck. "Your Master is very pleased with this service," he informed me. "Your cockslave is glad Master. She loves so much to please you." My soft fingers dug into his flesh and manipulated the underlying muscles. He was sighing and also emitted little moans. My hands moved down to the lower part of his shoulder blades and I poured more oil on then and pushed his muscles toward his head and then pulled them back. I worked my way down slowly, his body becoming increasingly slick and his skin shining in the recessed lighting of my room. After massaging the back of his legs and torso for about 20 minutes, I had him roll over. I squeezed the tall bottle of oil again and sprayed his chest with it and worked it into his skin. As I pressed my fingers into the top of his shoulders, I leaned over and flicked my tongue at his nipples just for fun and then kissed my way down the center of his sternum. I got up and wet a washcloth with warm water and folded it in half before I placed it over his eyes so that he wouldn't have the light from the ceiling glaring down on him. When I was done with his upper body, I drizzled some oil in my hand and grasped his semi-erect cock and stroked it slowly. I splattered some oil on it directly from the bottle and rubbed it in to his shaft and cockhead as he moaned. His beautiful cock glistened while I gently played with his balls. I then started in on his thighs and spent the next 15 minutes on his legs. Once I was done with them, I encircled his cock in my righthand again while I let more oil ooze out of the bottle, but this time on to my chest and stomach. "Oh fuck cockslave, that feels amazing," he writhed. "Your cockslave is happy to hear that, Master," I acknowledged. I squeezed more oil on to my chest and spread it over to my stomach. I pulled the washcloth off of his eyes. I straddled him and pushed my body into his, moving it in circles on his torso like a soapland whore, my nipples tantalizing the nerve endings of his skin. I was wet and super turned on.while my body continued to snake around his I scooted down to his pubic area and fingered his cock, positioning it between my C cups. I undulated my upper body to make the cock slide up and down in my cleavage against my sternum. He was moaning again while he watched me titfuck myself with his dick. "Jesus cockslave, this is fucking wonderful," he raspily commented. I giggled while I furthered the oily friction. I was getting kinda fatigued, though, so I stopped. "Would Master like a shower first before his cockslave sucks his cock?" I inquired. "Yeah, that would probably be a good idea," he realized. I stood up and extended my righthand and he took it and pulled himself up. We entered the shower stall together and I lathered him up a treat before I scrubbed him, including his hair. He returned the favor, except he didn't touch my wet hair, and once we had washed each other we took some time kissing and groping while the water flowed over us. "Your Cockslave thinks she needs to wash her hair, Master. May she do so?" I implored. "Absolutely, cockslave." He then exited the shower and dried himself off. He waited for me in my bedroom while I shampooed and rinsed my hair. I toweled off and blow dried my locks and padded into my bedroom. I could tell he was pretty knackered and wasn't going to fuck me. I turned the light off and lit candles I had placed on the nightstands on either side of my bed. He switched the tv off and I climbed into bed with him. I straddled him and hugged him tight and he wrapped me up in his arms and held me firmly in them. "Daisuki (I love you)!" I said to him. He echoed that and we kissed for a few minutes in the flickering candlelight. I slid down toward the end of the bed and stroked his rigid cock gently before my mouth enveloped it. I alternately swirled my tongue around his spongy cockhead and sucked on it, too, for a couple of minutes and he was spilling a goodly amount of precum whose final destination was my stomach. My lips very gradually traveled down his shaft and then I sucked as hard as I could while pulling my lips back to created a tugging sensation for him. He moaned louder and I forced my mouth all the way down the length of his fuck stick so that I could swallow the head. I then bobbed my head up and down rapidly, the engorged baby maker dodging in and out of my throat. His breathing was more labored now and I redoubled my efforts to set him off. "Oh shit, I'm going to cum," he blurted. I quickly pulled my mouth up so that it was only about an inch down past the head and he unleashed one cum fusillade after another into my piehole. I amassed it on my tongue and showed it to him and then swallowed. "Oishii (it's delicious)!" I declared. "Yokatta (I'm, glad)," he retorted. I rolled off of him and put my head on his left shoulder. He kissed me for a few minutes and then we cuddled up and went to sleep. Saturday morning, I was awakened by my dogs barking. Then I heard the doorbell. I looked at the clock and it was almost 11 a.m. I grabbed a robe and ran downstairs and when I opened the door it was George and Sandra. "Good morning Mistress!" Sandra smiled, seeming very chipper "Good morning cunt," I responded, as I threw my robe off and hugged and kissed her. I also hugged and kissed George while Sandra removed her clothes. "So has cunt been keeping George happy?" I interrogated. "Yes Mistress," she brightly stated. "Master is still asleep, but I'll go wake him and then we can have lunch together," I proposed. I went and got Guy up and he dressed, brushed his teeth and shaved while I talked to George and my slave in the living room. After he came down, I made some oyako donburi, which is comprised of rice, chicken and eggs and green tea. Everybody loved it. I raised my hand. "Cockslut?" Guy recognized. "Master, your cockslut requests that she be allowed to continue demonstrating rope bondage to George and you today," I suggested. We agreed and we journeyed back upstairs to my bedroom. I had Guy and George recapitulate the ties I had already shown them, with Sandra again as our mannequin. When I saw that they finally had it licked, I lectured them on how to do a relatively complicated breast harness. I spent the next couple of hours patiently walking them through it. I showed it to them because this particular harness could be used in a suspension if any of us learned to do that somewhere down the line. We took a break and be cause both George and Guy were horny, Sandra and I got on our knees and slurped their cum out of their cocks. I then asked Master if it was okay to take my dogs out. He approved, but stipulated that I had to wear a bikini. I was also allowed to put sandals on. George and Sandra stayed behind while the dogs dragged us out the door, Guy taking my German Shepherd, the biggest of the three canines. We started back an hour later and Guy said he had something for me. When we got home, he led me up to the bedroom and had me kneel in front of him. He wordlessly stroked my head with his righthand for a minute or so and then turned around to pull something out of his book bag. It was a collar! The black leather band on it was narrow, but attached to the o-ring was a heart, which made it appear to be a choker. He looked down into my eyes and intoned, "Miwa Suzuki, we have been together just a short while and you have submitted to me only very recently, but your Master has decided to take you permanently. Do you, Miwa Suzuki, accept this collar and thus commit yourself to a lifetime of servitude, undying love and obedience to me?" I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes and as I began to cry I said, "Yes Master, thank you Master." He buckled the collar on to my neck while I sniffled and wiped the tears from my eyes and cheeks. I was in for another surprise, too. George and Sandra suddenly opened the door from their bedroom and walked hand in hand into mine. Apparently, while Guy and I were with my mutts at the park, George had taken Sandra up to their bedroom and collared her. It was same type of collar Guy had put on me, only hers was red. Sandra and I hugged, kissed and cried on our knees. George promised Sandra he would learn to dominate her and informed her that I was no longer her Mistress. "Cockslave," Guy uttered, "your Master requests that you release cunt from her service to you so that she may serve Master George." "Master, may your cockslave stand?" "Yes you may, cockslave." I rose and turned to face Sandra. "Cunt, this cockslave will always feel love in her heart for you. She is grateful for cunt's service and your love for her. Cunt truly lights up her Mistress' life." Sandra was beginning to cry. "However, your Mistress' greatest concern is always for cunt's happiness and to further that, your Mistress releases you into the servitude of Master George." I was crying now and Guy moved to comfort me. This also meant that Sandra and I were breaking up and how often I would see her outside of a band context was now in doubt. "Master, may your cockslave please fetch a tissue?" "Yes cockslave, take as many as you need, " he granted. "Thank you Master." I snared some out of the box on my dresser and then returned to my knees. "Master, may your cockslave request permission from Master George to talk to his property?" "Master George, may this cockslave speak to your property?" "Yes you may, cockslave," he allowed. "Thank you Master George." "Cunt, this cockslave hopes that our time together will have been beneficial for our relationship in the band and she will always look forward to watching you play alongside her. If your Master permits it, this cockslave hopes that cunt will still visit her frequently. This cockslave's greatest pleasure, with the exception of serving Master, is hanging out with cunt," I informed her. Sandra raised her hand. "Yes cunt?" George recognized. "Master, may this cunt ask Master Guy if she may speak to his property?' "Yes you may, cunt" George tolerated. "Master Guy, may this cunt speak to your property?" "Yes you may, cunt," he nodded. "Cockslave, this cunt will always hold you in her heart and is grateful for the opportunity to serve you and receive your love and training. It is also because of cockslave that this cunt has met Master and for that she is also very grateful and will do her best to serve Master and make him happy.. This cunt hopes that she and cockslave will continue to play together for many years in the band." That renewed the waterworks as both of us were feeling a deeper connection than I had ever suspected we had. I was feeling very sad that I would no longer be able to count on seeing Sandra and her cute face and lithe skinny body on a predictable basis, much less sleep with her and taste the contents of her tight hairless slit. I raised my hand. "Yes cockslave?" Guy wondered. "Master, your cockslave would like to ask Master George for permission to make love to his property one last time," I implored. "Yes, you may make that request," Guy agreed. "Master George, may this cockslave make love to your property one last time?" "Yes you may, cockslave," George signed off.Guy then told George he had some things he needed to discuss with him and they went downstairs to my living room.

Nap Time Fun

On one fateful day I decided to let my daughter’s friend come over for the afternoon. They never really play together but they are really good friends. The thing that I didn’t know was that Monica had a different agenda.

We left their school and headed to the house when I told them, “Okay, I know I told you two that you could play but before that I need you to lay down in and take a nap so that the little ones will go to sleep. Then when you wake up you can go outside or whatever.”

“Okay,” they said in unison. They ran to my daughter’s room. That’s when I noticed my daughter’s and Monica’s butts were bouncing as they ran and for 12 year olds they were very round. While they took a nap in their room I decided to take a little nap as well in my room, so I took off my jeans and shirt off and lay on my bed. Once I got relaxed I started dosing off.

I couldn’t have been sleep no more than 30 minutes, when I felt my bed move. My room is dark because of the thick curtains over the windows the only light was a small amount that crept in around the edge giving the room just enough light to see slightly. So, I just assumed it was one of my daughters climbing in to bed to snuggle up with me. She snuggled up to me with her butt hitting my thigh. It was then that I realized that it was Monica that had climbed into the bed.

Monica was a very pretty girl. She was about 4 foot 9 inches tall and probably weighs about 100 pounds. She had this light chocolate brown skin, was just beginning to develop and her breast were about an “a” cup. When she smiled she had two dimples that showed up in her cute cheeks. Her hair was a very deep dark brown that her mother kept natural, and she had pretty dark brown eyes. I even thought her little pug of a belly made her a cutie pie. She placed her head on my arm and laid there.

“Is everything okay, Monica?” I asked letting my arm get use to the weight of her head on my arm.

“I couldn’t sleep, so I came in here with you to talk to you about something.” She said, turning herself so that she was now facing me. “Nichelle, is a wild sleeper.”

Chuckling I said, “I know, she used to snuggle in bed with me when she was little. Now, she has a bed by herself.”

“Well, I didn’t know she could be that wild. She smacked me in the face like twice. But, anyway, do you think that I’m a pretty?”

“Well, Monica, I think you are very pretty,” I said looking her in her eyes, and I noticed something different about her look, she was looking at me kind of lustfully. “I also think you should go back into the room with the girls. It wouldn’t look good, if one of them saw you in here sleeping with me.” I said for lack of better words.

“But I’m more comfortable in here with you, why would it not be good?” She asked sitting up on one elbow.

“Because if one of my girls goes up to another and adult and says ‘Monica slept with my daddy,’ I could get in serious trouble.” I explained as best I could without going into details.

“What do you mean? People would think that you had sex with me?” She said being as frank as a 12 year old could be. “I just like this feeling”

“Yeah, but I still think this isn’t a good idea.” I said.

“Pleeaase, I won’t tell anyone that I slept with you.” She begged.

“Well, if you promise not to tell a single soul about it I will let you stay.” I conceded not knowing what was on the little girls mind.

We dosed off and about 20 minutes later I felt her leg stretch over me. I opened my eyes looked at her and she was looking right back at me. “Hi, what are you doing?”

“Nothing, I was just wondering if I can tell you something?” she asked and smiled.

“Sure, what is it?” I said.

“What does horny mean?”

My heart leapt in my chest. “It means, uh, it means, well it’s a feeling that you have when you want to do something with someone of the opposite sex. Usually you feel it in between your legs in you private area. Where did you hear that word?”

“From my brother, he told me that he was horny one day, that’s why I asked. We like to touch each other, but he likes to touch me more.

“What do you mean?” I said looking at her. “You two have touched each other on your private parts?”

“Yeah, and he likes to lay on top of me. Let me just tell you the story.” She then proceeded to tell me what had happen.

One night, when she was 8 she was laying in bed when her then 12 year old brother came into her room. She said that he just stood there for a few seconds just staring at her. Then he pulled her covers off and sat on the edge of her bed. She acted like she was sleep. Her brother pulled the shirt she was wearing up towards her neck until her nipples where showing and started rubbing them with his hands. She said that at first she was scared at what he was doing, but didn’t want him to stop, because it felt good. While her brother was rubbing her chest she said that her panties where getting wet from her private part getting wet.

As she was telling me this story I noticed that I was starting to get hard. My dick was actually responding to Monica’s story. What was going on with me, I’m not a pervert, or a pedophile. There was something about her story that just made me very horny. At the same time I notice that she had very slowly, as if trying to not let me notice, started grinding herself on my leg. She still had her leg draped across my thigh very close to my manhood and it was starting to get really hard. I turned and faced her so that we were face to face and I could watch her tell her story. My hand naturally landed on the bed in between us.

She continued her story and put her hand on my hand. She said her brother slowly started rubbing his hand up and down her belly to the waistband of her panties. He all at once put his hand down her panties which caused her to jump and she opened her eyes and looked at him, he put his hand over her mouth. He thought she was going to scream but she said she couldn’t his hand in her panties felt to good, especially since he was moving it up and down. He had put one of his fingers inside her slit and was sliding his hand up and down. She took his hand of her mouth and the place her hand on top of the hand that was in her panties and began pushing her private against his hand. She said she wanted to see his private and play with it.

She grabbed my hand and put between her legs which she had spread then asked, “Could you rub my private?” That’s when I noticed she didn’t have any panties on.

“Uh, Monica, where are your panties?” I asked my dick now at full attention.

“I took them off when I came in here.” She said like it was nothing.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because I wanted you to touch me.” She said.

“Do you know how much trouble I could get in?” I said.

“I know, but I promise I won’t say anything, anyway, you didn’t take your hand back.” She stated.

“Oh,” I said with a smile. When she put my hand there I hadn’t move it back in fact I think I started rubbing her pussy. It was the smoothest thing I have ever felt. She was almost completely bald, except for the small amount of thin hair I felt right at the top of her mound. I could feel her clit getting hard and her pussy was starting to get wet. As she continued her story I started rubbing her pussy, nice and slow, I wanted to let her feel really good

“See I knew you want to feel on me.” She said giggling, which suddenly stopped when I start massaging her clit. Her eyes actually closed.

“Finish your story.” I said to her.

She said she reached out and pulled his pants down, he was just wearing boxers. His penis came bouncing out, it was hard but the head was soft. Monica just grabbed it and started moving her hand up and down on his penis. She said that when she did that he closed his eyes and moaned. He pulled her hands away and told her that he want to rub his penis on her private. She told him that was okay and it would probably feel as good or better than his hand. She said he was kind of rough with her pussy. He told her to pull her panties off; as she did he pulled his boxers off. He climbed on top of her and using one hand to prop him up so he could see what he was doing he used the other hand to rub the tip of his dick up and down her pussy lips. He did that until his arm got tired. Then he laid on top of her, spread her legs around him and started grind his pelvis into hers. His penis sliding up and down her pussy felt so good to Monica that in reaction, she started pushing back.

As she was telling me about her brother, I used my middle finger to separate her pussy lips and slide my finger her slit. I could feel her getting wet along with her clit and her love hole. I looked at her and all I could see on her was a look of pure ecstasy. She grabbed my wrist and just held on to it. “What’s the matter hun, don’t like the way it feels?”

“N…n..no, it feels really good, don’t stop.” She said with a slit smile on her face. She pulled her skirt up and laid on her back giving me full access to her pussy.

“Finish your story.” I said

Monica said that they went on like that just about every night after that, once everyone had fallen asleep, until she was 10 and half. They enjoyed getting those feelings from each other. One night they were in their usual grind session, her brother was grinding faster than normal. In the heat of the moment, she said she doesn’t know how it happen, but he pulled back a too far, his penis slipped down between the lips of her puss and when he came down it went inside of her. She said it hurt really bad, so she just told him not to move and they just laid there for a minute. After a while the pain left and it was starting to feel really good, better than grinding on each other. She told him to pull it out and when he did she felt this surge of pleasure go through her body. He must have felt it to, because he didn’t get it all the way out before he pushed it back in and that felt great to. The next thing she knew they were having sex, but it wasn’t until later that she realized what they had done. He would pull out slow and push back in a little faster until they got in a rhythm. After a few minutes she said that a really strong urge to pee came over her and before she knew it her body stiffened up underneath her brother, who was no really going fast. Her brother’s body stiffened up right after hers and he laid on top of her, breathing heavy.

As she was telling her story, I took a finger on a slowly stuck it into her juicy waiting 12 year old pussy. My action was greeted by her legs clamping together on my hand. I just started fingering her and she slowing relaxed and moaned “Ooohh, m…m…my, g…go...god, that feel soooo good.”

“I knew you would like that.” I whispered in her ear. I began to finger her a little faster. “How about this?”

“Mmmm, yeah, don’t stop.” Moaning back into my ear, she was starting to hump my hand, causing my finger to go deeper.

“What happened after you guys had your first orgasm?” I inquired.

“Every night, we have sex, well as often as we can, which is about once a week. Now we just have sex and he doesn’t cum inside me anymore and we can go longer now. The first time only lasted for a couple of minutes.” She explained.

“Well, that is not something a 12 year old tells me every day, that they have sex with their brother and like it.” I said chuckling still with my finger sliding in and out of her pussy. She looked at me and smiled. Sat up a bit, causing my finger to slide out, leaned forward and kissed me full on the lips. “You know I can’t do anything with you, I’ve already gone too far as it is.”

“But, you know you liked touching me and you had your finger in me, and I promise I will not tell anyone.” She rolled over on top of me and began grinding herself on me. “And I can feel you; you’re hard as a rock. She reached into my underwear and grabbed my dick.

I thought I was going to cum on her hand. In my head I yielded to temptation. I mean could you blame me. Here I am laying in bed with a 12 year old straddling me with no panties on and her hand down my pants and she had just told me that she likes to have sex with her brother. “Monica,” I said breathlessly, “YOU CAN NOT TELL ANYONE WHAT WE HAVE DONE!!! I could go to jail and loose my family forever.”

“I won’t, I promise.” She said pulling her hand out of my pants.

“Now, let me see what’s under this shirt.” I unbuttoned her uniform shirt, opened it, and was greeted by a pleasant surprise and black lace bra covering her ‘a’ cup breast. Without even a question she pulled her shirt and bra off. Her breast were perfectly round and topped with dark brown nipples about the size of pencil erasers, they were erect and beautiful. I leaned forward, took one in my mouth and sucked on the nipple, it tasted so sweet and her skin was soft like a new born baby. Monica lean back closed her eyes and enjoyed the attention she was getting on her breast. I had one breast in my mouth, one breast in my hand and one arm wrapped around her waist just above her butt. She was still wearing her khaki uniform skirt.

I let go of her long enough to get my underwear down to my knees, and for the first time my dick made contact with her pussy. It felt like someone had place silk on top of my dick and was sliding along. I adjust her so that she was sitting on my dick with it flat against my pelvis and made sure that it was pressed against her pussy right between her lips. As if on cue Monica started sliding herself up and down my shaft. “Oh, man, Monica that feels good.” I moaned. She was now slide back and forth like a mad girl. I reach around put my hands under her skirt and grabbed her soft plump bottom and slowed her down, I wanted her to enjoy her first man dick. I looked at her and kissed her long and hard, the whole time guiding her along my shaft. I could feel her juices flowing, coating me. As our tongues danced, I decided it was time to feel how tight she was.

As she slid herself along my shaft I slid her to the tip of my dick and the back down my shaft. After a few times I slid her all the way forward and held her there while I positioned my dick at her entrance and let her slide on. She slowly slid back allowing the head to pop into her love tunnel followed by my shaft. It was like letting someone put my dick into a vice and tightened it.

“Are you ok?” I asked looking at her, pure ecstasy on her face.

“Yeah,” she whispered, “yours is just so much bigger that my brothers and I wasn’t expecting it, I feel so full.”

“I’ll give you a minute to get use to it.” I told her, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being inside this velvet vice. After a few seconds of us sitting like that, she started trying to move up and down on me. I laid back and before I knew it she had built up a steady rhythm. She really was sexy.

“Uhh, uhh, mmm, oh, yeah.” She was moan every time she sat back on me.

“Are you ready?” I asked as she bounce her pussy up and down on me.

“Um, hum.” She moaned, her eyes close.

I wrapped my arms around her and rolled over so I was on top of her. I got on my knees, pushed her skirt up and watched as my 8 inches disappeared into the seemingly bald vagina. I pulled almost all the way out as slow as I could, I wanted to watch as it disappeared, and then let it slide back in. Each time Monica would moan out it ecstasy and lust. “Harder” she moaned and I obliged. I laid on top of her, put her legs behind my arms so that she was spread more and then began to push my dick inside of her until I felt her cervix. I pulled back until just the tip was left and shoved back in which made breast bounce. “Uh, uh, uh, uh, oooooh, geez, that’s good.” She moan with every thrust and wrapped her arms around me, “Ooooh, god, this feels good. Uh, Uh, Uh, oh, oh, oh, oh god.” I was pounding her for all the marbles. In and out, in and out, this little 12 year old was no novice, she took everything gave her. “Oh, oh, uh, uh, uh, I’m, I’m, OH GOD, I’M CUUUUMMMMING.” She moaned and pulled me tight to her. I could feel her little pussy contracting around my invading member. She was still panting and her body stiffened when I felt my balls get ready to erupt.

“Oh, Oh, ahh, I’m about to cum.” I pulled my dick out, and without even asking Monica grabbed and began stroking just as I large thick stream of cum shoot on her little pussy, and then another. I hadn’t cum like that in a long time. I was spent, she let me go, I rolled off of her and she climbed back on top of me and we kissed passionately for a while. Her pussy still dripping juices on my cock and my cock was slowly going soft. “You are one pretty little girl.” I said as she rolled off to my side. “I needed that.”

“I did to, that felt so good, I don’t think my brother will be able to keep up with what you did to me.” She smiled and closed her eyes.

“Monica?! What are you doing?” I heard a voice from the doorway whisper. I looked up, and Nichelle was standing in the doorway, she started smiling, “Did it feel as good as your brother?”

“Better!!” Monica smiled back.

“DADDY!!! My turn!!”

The End