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Chapter 1

I always looked forward to our family trips to the summer house by the lake. We all looked forward to them. For me, this was mainly because I saw buttocks and breasts in swimwear on the beach and – much to my embarrassment – also in the house, since my mother and sisters usually brought lighter clothing on these trips.

We were all a little more excited on this trip because Mom had announced that there would be expansions for the card game.

The card game, as we called it, was a simple way for our parents to make chores competitive and fun. It was very straightforward: for each completed chore, you received one or more diamond cards, which you could use to buy random reward cards. You could buy one card for one, or packs of seven cards for five diamonds, or fifteen cards for ten diamonds.

My eldest younger sister, Nessa, was the champion at cards. She was thirteen, two years younger than me. Milly was my other sister. She was eleven. We were sitting in the back of the car, me behind my mother, who was driving, Milly in the middle, and Nessa on the other side. They were both engrossed in their phones, unlike me, who, as usual, had forgotten to charge mine.

As we settled into the car and I stared out the window, my mind began to wander. I thought about the last time we walked home and Mom was walking around in just a T-shirt and thong. She has that big mom butt, and I kept trying to catch a glimpse of her bending over. A couple of times I saw strands of her red pubic hair peeking out from the sides of her thong. My little sisters were worth a look, too. Nessa's breasts had started to form little mounds under her shirt, and I was hoping to see if she had any pubic hair yet. Millie hadn't really started developing yet, but I wanted to keep a close eye on her growth. I dozed off a little in the car, and the images in my head gave me a nice, comfortable erection that strained against the fabric of my jeans. Mom pulled up just before we got home at our usual stop. It was a small gas station, and we always bought some snacks there. My mother looked at the bulge in my jeans as I got out of the car and stretched. She gave me a crooked smile. I had considered going to the bathroom to masturbate, but didn't, knowing my mother would probably find out.

When we arrived home, our mother gathered us for the expansion. She had a small box with her, which probably contained the new cards. 

“Your dad and I have talked about it a lot, and we’ve read about the new sex-positive education that’s so popular right now, and we think we can use it with you,” she began. It wasn’t a huge surprise, because Mom and Dad always seemed sex-positive, and of course I’d been aware of the conversations over the past few years about a more sex-friendly environment, but it was a little disconcerting to hear Mom talking about it so casually.

Mom and Dad talked for a little while longer, but we were all focused on the box, so she finally gave in and opened it. She gave each of us a booklet and a small package. The booklet was new, even though it only had eight small pages. I started to read it.

What was new about this expansion was that there were two types of cards: "Facts" and "People." The small pack contained five facts and two people. I took the seven cards and sat down on the sofa.

I received two "socks" cards, two "trousers/skirt" cards, and one "panties/slip" card. I also received two "mom" cards.

As I read the booklet in disbelief, it dawned on me that this was a "Strip" expansion. With one "Deed" and one "Person" card, I could get someone to undress for a week.

It was strange and exciting at the same time. Since we children seemed too embarrassed to ask questions, our mother started the conversation. She showed an example from her cards by making Dad take off his socks. It was lame, but it broke the ice. Dad seemed to apply a little more pressure when he gave Milly two cards. She just shrugged and laid the cards face up before starting to take off her pants. I could see that the cards were called "Milly" and "Pants."

My eyes were glued to my youngest sister's cute little cameltoe. It seemed like everyone was looking to me, waiting to make the next move. I figured socks would be too boring, so I pulled out one of the "pants" cards. Since I only had two "mom" cards, I took one of those and gave it to my mother. She pretended to be shocked, smiled at me, and started unbuttoning her denim shorts. She slowly pulled them down before stepping out. She was wearing a black thong and wasn't trying to hide anything.

I really wish I had the courage to get her to take off her flip-flops too, but I didn't want to be the first to cross that line.

Nessa didn't seem satisfied with her card collection and took ten diamonds out of her bag. Always using her best tricks, she bought a large pack containing ten tasks and five people. We all watched as she took her time sorting the new cards, choosing the ones she liked better. Then she began dealing cards.

The first one was for Dad, who had to take off his shirt, but she didn't wait until he was finished before giving Mom cards so she could take off her socks. Then Milly and I had to take off our shirts.

Just when I thought it was over, she gave Mom four cards, and Mom showed them to us one by one. "Do," "Mom," "Pants," and "Mark." She got Mom to take my pants off!

"You can't be serious," I stammered, embarrassed and aroused at the same time. I was about to resist, especially since my hard-on would be visible through my underwear, but Mom reacted quickly. "Don't worry, sweetheart," she said, placing her hands on my sides to turn me in the desired direction. "It's no big deal." She knelt in front of me and even lightly licked her lips before she began to unzip my pants.

I couldn't move as she started pulling my pants down. When my underwear caught on my pants, they were pulled down a little, exposing half of my penis. I saw my mother stare at it before she finished. "Well, we can't leave that half stretched out like that," she said, her voice trembling in a way that startled me. I really thought she was going to pull my underwear down too, but eventually she pulled them back up and put my penis inside.

When we looked at Milly to see what she would do, she just shrugged and told us she would wait for better cards.

It was strange getting ready for dinner and eating afterward. Nessa, who hadn't lost any weight yet, strutted around in her short shorts and top, while Nessa, who wasn't even wearing workout bras, was allowed to wear a tank top. I tried to catch glimpses of their and Mom's camel toes as often as possible.

After dinner, everyone was desperate to go to bed.

Lying in bed, I thought about all the sexy things that had happened, and it was only the first day. I started stroking my penis through my underwear and thinking about what the others were doing. I knew my sisters probably weren't doing anything since they shared a room, but the idea of them exploring each other stuck in my mind, and that's what I masturbated to that first night.

Chapter 1: My Discovery

My name is Theron Weber. I'm fourteen years old and live with my parents and two younger sisters in an upper-middle-class suburb of Dallas. I'm 5'3", have light brown hair and hazel eyes, a slim, athletic build, and a decent 5" penis. At least, I think it's decent. I've seen my friends' penises, and they're all smaller than mine, so I'm kind of proud. I get good grades in school and work part-time mowing lawns in the neighborhood.

Oh yes, and I have an addiction. I'm a voyeur.

It all started last summer when I was thirteen. One evening, I was sitting outside in my garden, trying to get away from my annoying family, when I heard a faint noise, like someone was in pain. It sounded like a woman's voice. It was coming from the neighbor's garden, so I got up and crept to the fence. I found a knothole and peered through it. I saw my neighbor, Mr. Samuelson, sitting in his hot tub. Opposite him sat a woman who wasn't Mrs. Samuelson. She seemed to be sitting on his lap, rocking back and forth. Her head was tilted back, and her arms were around his neck.

I realized the woman was naked because I could see her breasts as Mr. Samuelson rubbed them with his hands. I'd seen plenty of people having sex in porn, but never in real life. I was fascinated.

They also talked quietly and breathed heavily, saying things like, "Oh damn, your cock feels so good, Harold!" and "Oh shit, Becky, your pussy feels amazing! I'm about to come."

As I watched them, I felt my penis getting hard. Of course, I got hard for everything. I had a hard-on every morning, and it felt really good to play with it after waking up. I masturbated at least three times a day: once in the morning, once while watching porn after finishing my homework in the afternoon, and once more before going to bed.

While I watched them fucking in the hot tub, I pulled down my shorts and started stroking my cock. Last year it wasn't this big and I didn't have this much hair, but it was hard as a rock. Just as I heard the woman scream that she was coming, I came and sprayed my sperm all over the fence and onto the lawn. I fell to my knees. 

It took me a moment to recover. I was still gripping my penis, which didn't seem to be relaxing. I looked through the hole again and saw my neighbor and the mysterious woman getting out of the hot tub. They grabbed some towels and dried themselves off. I caught my first glimpse of a completely naked woman. Her breasts were enormous, much larger than Mrs. Samuelson's, and her pussy was hairless. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her.

I watched them dry themselves and whisper to each other. He slapped her on the bottom, and she giggled, then reached out and stroked his penis several times while whispering in his ear. They both giggled and then went inside. I stood there for at least another fifteen minutes, watching them through the knothole, hoping they would come back out. During that time, I constantly stroked my hard little penis, replaying the scene from earlier in my mind. When I saw the light go out in the upstairs bedroom, I knew the show was over.

That night I lay in bed, thinking only about what I had seen and how exciting it was to observe such forbidden behavior. It was so thrilling. I decided I had to do more of it. There must be more neighbors I could spy on, I thought.

My wish came true a few days later when I saw a car pull up in front of our neighbor's house across the street. A family of four got out and walked to the door with suitcases. Besides the parents, there were two teenage daughters with long blonde hair, wearing short shorts and halter tops. They had long, slender legs and small, perky breasts. If that isn't an invitation to voyeurism, I don't know what is.

Since summer vacation was just beginning, I could pretty much do anything I wanted as long as I told my parents where I was going. So I quickly hatched a plan and told my mom after dinner that I was going to Kevin's to play video games. Kevin is my best friend, only a month younger than me, and lives just a block away. I texted Kevin and told him that if my mom called looking for me, she should tell her I'd just gone home and text me right away. Of course, he wanted to know why, and I told him I'd explain later.

I waited until it got a little darker, then crossed the street. I crept to the side gate and discovered it had no lock. As quietly as possible, I slipped through the backyard and around the neighbor's house. Light shone through almost every window, and I had to be careful not to get too close and be seen. My heart was pounding wildly in my chest, and I could feel my cock hardening in my pants. Voyeurism was starting to turn me on completely.

They had a pool in the backyard, and behind it stood a large oak tree. I looked up to the second floor and saw one of the teenage girls standing at the window. She was looking into the room and appeared to be topless. To get a better view, I decided to climb the tree, which turned out to be much harder than it looked.

Finally, I climbed high enough to see directly into the room. The girl I had just seen was putting on a pink bikini top, and the other girl was standing opposite her, already wearing a bright green bikini. They seemed to be talking and laughing. After adjusting their swimsuits a bit, I saw them grab some towels from the bed and leave the room. A minute later, they jumped through the sliding glass door onto the terrace.

The two girls dropped their towels onto the sun loungers and made their way to the pool. They sat on the edge, put their legs in the water, twirled them around, and giggled as they chatted.

"Wow, the water is nice and warm," said one girl.

"Yes, almost as warm as Jason's penis."

"Becki!" laughed the first girl. "You're so naughty!"

"Well, am I right?" said Becki. "You felt his penis too, Bree."

They both burst into giggles and began moving their legs faster in the water.

"Let's take off our tops and go into the water," said Becki, smiling mischievously at Bree.

"No! What if Mom or Dad come out here and see us?" Bree tried to pretend to be shocked, but it didn't work.

"They're not coming out of here. They're busy with Grandma. Besides, they've had several glasses of wine and will be quite tired soon," said Becki.

They glanced at each other briefly. Then, as if on cue, they grinned, grabbed their bikini tops, and pulled them over their heads. I almost fell out of the tree. I was now looking at two topless teenage girls! My penis felt like it was about to burst out of my pants. I tried to position myself in the tree so I could relieve my raging erection.

I saw the girls jump into the pool and start splashing around. Soon the excitement subsided, and they began to float leisurely through the water, talking about their friends and boys.

"So, do you really think Sara slept with Devin?" Bree asked.

“Absolutely not! Sara is such a liar,” Becki replied. “I heard she’s a lesbian and only tells everyone that Devin slept with her so they don’t find out.”

"She's a lesbian?" Bree asked.

"Absolutely. One day after sports class, she flirted with me in the shower."

"Absolutely not! Really?" Bree clung to the edge of the pool as Becki floated over.

"I swear to God!"

"Did she check you out?" Bree asked. "Did she try anything?"

"Oh yes. She fucked me with her eyes!"

The sisters started laughing and splashing each other. Then things calmed down, and they both got out of the pool and sat down on the lounge chairs. They were drying themselves off when Bree turned to Becki and asked, "So, did you get wet?"

"What made me wet?"

"You know, when Sara hit on you."

Becki took a moment to reply while she dried her hair, then looked at Bree. "Well," she said, grinning. "She really does have nice tits."

The sisters burst into giggles again when Becki hit Bree with her towel.

"You would definitely get revenge on her, wouldn't you?" asked Bree.

Becki tried to look shocked, but then burst out laughing. "Yes, I was really tempted to throw her on the shower floor and lick her there."

"Damn, I would definitely want to see that!"

"You're such a pervert!" said Becki.

"Oh, and that's not you?" Bree replied.

They both giggled again as they dried themselves off. They didn't bother putting their tops back on. They both just leaned back in the lounge chairs, lost in thought. I thought that was all I was going to see tonight when Bree turned to her older sister and said, "Kari and I made out and licked each other."

Becki stared at her sister, her mouth agape. "Seriously, Bree? Did my little sister finally lick a pussy?" Becki's mouth curled into a wide smile. "Welcome to the club, sis! So, how did you like it?"

Bree's cheeks flushed red and she returned her sister's broad smile. "It was okay."

"Just okay?"

Bree's face turned even redder as she stared at her older sister. "Well, more than okay. It was great!"

“Damn, yes, it’s great!” said Becki.

My cock was now painfully hard against my pants, and I carefully shifted my position, leaning back against the tree trunk and straddling a branch. Trying to be quiet, I slowly unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. I noticed precum dripping from the tip, and I used the fluid as I began to stroke my shaft. The girls' conversation was turning me on so much I thought I was going to explode.

I noticed that one of Becki's hands was now teasing her nipples, while the other slowly moved down her stomach toward her crotch. They were still looking at each other and talking, but their voices were now deeper and filled with desire.

“I love swirling my tongue around inside a girl’s pussy and sucking on her clit,” Becki said. “Girls just taste better than boys.”

Her hand now rested on her bikini-clad vulva, and she spread her legs so that her feet were on either side of the lounge chair. Her middle finger massaged her clitoris through the fabric.

Bree's gaze traveled over her sister's body as she spread her legs and placed her feet on the floor. She mimicked her sister's movements as they watched each other. Becki then slipped her fingers under her bikini bottoms and ran them through the folds, inserting her middle finger. She moaned softly.

"Can I taste you, Bree?" whispered Becki, biting her lower lip and staring at her sister's crotch.

“Y-yes,” was all Bree could manage, and her breathing became heavier.

Becki got up from her lounge chair and sat down in Bree's chair, opposite her sister. She reached down, curled her fingers under Bree's bikini bottoms, and let them slide down her legs. Bree lifted her legs as her sister pulled off her bikini.

My heart was pounding in my chest when I saw Becki bend down and place her head between her sister's legs. She put her hands on Bree's inner thighs and spread her sister's pussy with her fingers. She pressed her nose against Bree's hairless cunt and took a deep breath.

"Oh Bree," she whispered loudly, "you smell so damn good!"

Becki then stuck out her tongue and inserted it into her sister's wet hole. Bree played with her nipples while her sister's tongue began to fuck her. Bree's moans grew louder and she began to wiggle her hips, forcing Becki to penetrate deeper.

"Oh, shit! That feels so good!"

"Shh! Be quiet, Bree! Mom and Dad might hear you."

Becki's tongue moved upward and began licking and sucking her sister's clitoris while she inserted two of her fingers. Bree writhed on her lounger, her legs pressing her sister's head against her crotch.

"Yes, yes!" she whispered loudly. "Fuck my pussy, sis! Fuck it hard!"

Becki then slid one of her two wet fingers into her sister's asshole and began to fuck both holes. Bree suddenly put a hand over her mouth and let out a muffled cry. Her juices flowed into Becki's mouth. Her body tensed, and she loosened her grip on Becki's head.

My hand went blurry, and before I knew it, I'd reached the point of no return and experienced the most intense orgasm of my young life. My body trembled violently, I felt dizzy, and I almost passed out. I had to reach down and grab hold of the branch. I lay there, trying to catch my breath, afraid of making a noise as my orgasm subsided.

"Oh shit, oh shit!" Bree cried, trying not to scream. "That was the best orgasm I've ever had!"

Becki looked up at her sister. Bree's juices covered her face. She licked her lips, then moved upwards until she was straddling Bree's crotch, leaned forward, and pressed a sensual kiss to her sister's lips. Their mouths opened and their tongues danced, both greedily lapping up the juices.

“Yep,” said Becki, breaking her kiss and smiling at her sister, “you taste incredible!”

Bree blushed, and they kissed again. Their hands wandered over each other as they made out. By now I had recovered enough to continue watching them. I stood up straight again, leaned against the tree trunk, and stroked my cock, which never seemed to go soft.

They soon got up from the deck chairs and put their bikinis back on.

"After Mom and Dad have gone to bed, I want to see what you taste like, Becki," said Bree with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Mmm," groaned Becki. "And I might need seconds."

They smiled at each other, exchanged a quick kiss, and went inside holding hands.

I stroked my cock until another incredible orgasm, while replaying the night's events in my mind. I couldn't believe I'd just witnessed two hot sisters having sex. This voyeuristic thing was so hot! I just wished I'd recorded it all to show Kevin.

I climbed down from the tree and quietly left the backyard. My cock was still straining against my shorts as I crossed the street and entered my house. Luckily, my parents were sitting in the living room watching TV when I ran upstairs to my room. I could hear my two sisters laughing and talking in their bedroom and imagined them making out, like the girls across the hall. I resolved to spy on them if I got the chance.

The cabin in the woods. Part 1.

It was the holiday season, and when we were offered the use of a friend's cabin in the bush, my wife Amy, my twelve-year-old son Indy, and my ten-year-old daughter Lulu were immediately enthusiastic. Since Amy and I were unemployed and our girls weren't in school, we packed the car and set off on the long drive to the cabin.

We stopped at a supermarket to buy supplies, and I filled up the car. That's where I saw the man for the first time. He was holding Amy's arm so she couldn't walk past him. When I saw him reach out, slip his hand under Amy's dress, and cup her breast, I quickened my pace toward her.

"What the hell?" I shouted as I walked towards Amy.

When the man heard me and saw me coming, he turned around and quickly walked away.

“Neil, did you see what that creep did? He grabbed my breast,” Amy snapped, pulling her dress back together.

"Let's find the girls and then disappear," I fumed.

When we found our daughters, they were talking to a teenager. Our ten-year-old daughter giggled uncontrollably as the boy repeatedly lifted the hem of her dress to look at her panties.

“Say goodbye to your girlfriend, it’s time to go,” I said.

"Lulu, come here," said her mother.

“Mom, Indy’s girlfriend kept lifting my dress,” giggled Lulu.

"Don't worry, darling, you are safe now," her mother Amy explained. 

After paying for the groceries, we loaded the car, and as we left the parking lot, we saw the man sitting in an old pickup truck while the boy watched us drive away. By the time we reached the cabin, it was already dark, even though the full moon had risen and provided enough light for us to unload the car.

The cabin had two bedrooms with large double beds. Our daughters slept together in one bedroom, Amy and I in the other. After a late dinner, we decided to call it a day, go to bed, and get some sleep. Tomorrow we had a long hike to the waterfall ahead of us.

We had just undressed when Amy shouted, "There's someone outside. I saw him watching us through the window."

When we heard the girls screaming, we rushed into their bedroom and asked, "What's going on?"

“We saw someone looking through the bedroom window,” Indy shrieked.

"Daddy, you're not wearing anything at all," giggled Lulu, staring at my limp penis.

While I tried to cover my penis with my hands, I said, "It's probably nothing, just the wind in the trees. I'll go outside and check."

Because it was a hot night and the cabin was isolated, I put on shorts, went outside, and walked around the cabin. Without warning, I was grabbed from behind, led back inside, and tied to a chair. My naked wife and daughters were sitting in front of me, also tied to chairs.

I recognized the man and the boy from the supermarket who must have led us to the hut, and I shouted: "Take our money and get out of here."

"We don't want your money," the man giggled, holding the pistol over Amy's bare chest and licking her enlarged nipple.

When he tried to touch Amy's pussy with the gun, Amy squeezed her legs together and screamed, "Please don't do that."

"There are two ways to do this: the easy way or the hard way," the man said.

"Just let him do what he wants, Amy, then they'll leave faster," I shouted.

In front of our daughters, Amy opened her legs and let the man guide the muzzle of the pistol over her labia. She gasped and took deep breaths as the muzzle entered her vagina and he began to fuck her with it.

The teenager stood next to Indy, caressing her swollen breasts. I watched as her nipples hardened. Meanwhile, my wife Amy moaned softly as the man fucked her with the muzzle of his gun, pulling and twisting her nipples with his other hand.

With her eyes closed, Amy moaned: "Oh, this feels incredible, Peter, please don't stop."

I couldn't believe my wife was begging the man to fuck her with his rifle barrel. What also surprised me was that Amy knew the man's name.

When I saw the teenager drop his pants and his young, hard penis pop out, I pleaded, "Please don't touch our daughters."

As he rubbed his hard cock against Indy's face, I couldn't believe how my eldest daughter opened her mouth and took his cock completely inside. When I saw Indy moving her mouth up and down the teenager's shaft, I knew it wasn't her first time sucking a cock.

My cock began to throb and became hard at the sight of my naked daughter sucking the teenager's cock like a prostitute. When the man, whom I now knew was named Peter, saw my hard, throbbing cock, he stopped fucking my wife with the gun and untied my youngest daughter, Lulu.

Then he giggled: "Go to your father, take off his shorts and suck his penis."

"Please don't do that," I pleaded.

I watched as my ten-year-old daughter came to me, knelt down, grabbed the sides of my shorts, and pulled them down to my ankles. She let my hard penis spring out and almost hit herself in the face. Then she licked the pre-ejaculate from the glans of my penis and licked the head of my penis.

“Oh, damn, this can’t be true,” I groaned.

When Lulu took my cock into her young mouth and started moving it up and down my shaft, I knew it wasn't her first time sucking a cock, and I couldn't believe how good it felt. I'd always dreamed of it, but never thought it was possible.

As the man untied my wife and brought her into the bedroom, he left the bedroom door open, and I watched as he threw my wife onto the bed. Amy lay there and watched him undress. As soon as he was naked, she took his penis in her mouth and began to suck it willingly and greedily.

I was swept back into my thoughts as I felt my balls tighten and my cock teeter on the brink of explosion. Then my cock exploded in my little daughter's mouth. It felt wrong, what I was doing to my ten-year-old daughter, but at the same time, it was something I'd dreamed of doing with her. She took my entire cock deep into her mouth while I shot several more loads of my hot, thick daddy cum into her young mouth.

As soon as I felt my youngest daughter take her mouth away from my limp cock, I opened my eyes and saw Lulu's face covered in semen. When I looked at my wife, she was lying on the bed, her legs wrapped around the man's waist, while he repeatedly thrust his cock into her cunt. When the teenager took his limp cock out of Indy's mouth, I could see that she had swallowed all of the boy's semen. When the teenager untied Indy's ropes, I saw that she wasn't actually tied up, but had only pretended to be. He helped her to her feet and took her into the other bedroom, where I saw her kissing him passionately. I looked down at Lulu, who was wiping the semen from her face into her mouth. She looked up at me and giggled, "Daddy, I like the taste of your cream." When Amy started to squeal, I saw her lying there with the man on top of her, his cock still inside her cunt. As the man rolled off my wife and pulled his limp penis out of her cunt, he giggled: "Damn, that was incredible, I love fucking you, Amy."

"I love having your big cock in my pussy, Peter," Amy giggled.

When I heard Indy's shrill squeal, I looked into her bedroom and saw the boy between my eldest daughter's legs, licking her cunt.
Something I had often dreamed of.

"Fuck me, Travis, I want your cock in my pussy," Indy screamed.

I was shocked to learn that my wife and eldest daughter knew the man and the teenager, and that it wasn't the first time they had been fucked by them.

My cock throbbed and was hard again. Lulu giggled: "Daddy, do you want me to give you a blowjob again, or do you want to fuck me now that I'm a big girl?"

"What?" I asked in shock as Lulu squatted over my lap and lowered herself onto my penis.

“Oh yeah, baby, I want to fuck you,” I moaned as my cock hit a barrier.

My little daughter asked me, no, begged me to fuck her, and I asked, "Lulu, have you ever been fucked?"

“No, Papa, Mama said I was…”, replied Lulu and paused.

"What did your mother say?" I asked.

“Mom said I have to wait until I’m older,” giggled Lulu.

When I glanced over at my wife, I saw that Peter and the teenager, whom I now knew was named Travis, had switched bedrooms. Peter was now fucking my eldest daughter and Travis was fucking my wife.

Lulu stood up and then fell back down. She grimaced as my penis broke through her barrier and cried out, "Fuck me, Daddy, make me big."

I saw the smiling face of my youngest daughter as she bounced up and down on my throbbing cock, her tight, young, hairless cunt gripping my hard shaft. When the ropes that bound me to the chair suddenly came loose, I stretched out my arms, wrapped them around Lulu, and pulled her further down onto my throbbing cock, kissing her as my cock exploded, my incestuous sperm spurting into her young, hairless cunt.

When I saw Peter standing there with Indy, holding the rope that had tied me up, he chuckled: "I'm sorry we had to tie you up, Neil, but Amy said you wouldn't fuck your daughter any other way."

As I lifted Lulu from my exhausted cock and placed her next to me, while my sperm dripped from her young pussy, Indy said, "Daddy, we were trying to get you to fuck us at home, so we were running around the house naked."

Then Indy knelt down, took my limp penis in her mouth, and began massaging it with her tongue. As my penis began to react and harden in her mouth, I groaned, "Oh, my darling, my little girls just had to ask me."

“Neil, I’ve asked you several times if you fuck our daughters the way you fuck me,” Amy snapped.

It was after Indy had been fucked by Travis and his father had fucked me. "I asked your friend if we could borrow his cabin for a week," Amy explained.

"Please, Daddy, I want you to fuck me," Indy screamed, lifting her mouth from my hard cock.

As I reached out my arms to Indy, she took my hands in hers and squatted over me. Her cum-filled cunt dripped onto my hard cock. Her mother aimed my cock at Indy's entrance and guided it into our eldest daughter's cunt as she lowered herself onto my cock. As soon as my cock was deep inside her young cunt, Indy began to bounce up and down.

When I looked into the bedroom, I saw young Lulu being fucked from both sides of her young body by Peter and his son Travis. We had the cabin for a week, and I knew I would fuck my daughters again.

The wanderer chewed thoughtfully on a piece of jerky, squinting against the bright sun. He had been watching the homestead for a few hours and was surprised to see no man. He had seen a lanky boy of about 12, a girl of about 14, and a rather slim woman who was obviously her mother. The property looked well-kept, with a garden, a few chickens, and some cattle in the distance. There was a small sleeping house and several horses in the corral, and the horses appeared to be well cared for.

From his post on the hilltop, sitting beneath a small tree, he wondered if the people he had seen had built the house with their own hands, without a man present. The house was well-built, sturdy, and looked as if it would be warm in winter and cool in summer. The windows looked down upon the river. The man might have gone to town to get supplies, or he might have been out in the fields checking on the conditions or the livestock. The vagabond finally thought there was a way to find out, and climbed back over the hilltop to his horse, which was grazing peacefully. He tightened the girth, mounted, and began to descend the hill slowly. He approached the house from the windowless side and then paused to take in the scene once more. Satisfied, the vagabond rode slowly toward the house until he finally turned the corner near the front door.
The boy immediately recognized the girl, who was walking towards the henhouse with a basket, probably to collect eggs. He stepped through the door, gasped for breath, and then ran back shouting, "Mommy! There's a man out there!"

The vagrant stopped, and a woman approached the door and looked openly at him. "How can I help you, sir?" she asked him.

"My name is Miller. I just need a break for my horse and some water, ma'am. I
"Don't go to any trouble," he replied. 

"I'm Ellie Robinson, these are my children, Margrit and Clayton. You are welcome to board your horse here, and there is always cold water from the well."
We're going to eat right away. I'll send Clayton over as soon as the food is ready.

Miller tapped his hat. "I'm committed."

Miller led his tired horse to the stable, where he took some time to remove the saddle and hang things up before carefully brushing the horse and finally feeding it a grain of cereal. He examined the workmanship of the stable and noted that it was solidly built. This was no shoddy establishment. Whoever had built this knew what they were doing. Miller wondered where the owner of the house was. Miller went to the well and drew a bucket of water. First, he drank directly from it, then he washed his face and poured water over his head. He emptied the bucket and filled it with fresh, clear water. He drew a ladleful, drank it slowly, shook off the excess water, and hung the ladle back up. Miller turned and surveyed the area from this vantage point, admiring the view of the valley below. The builder had clearly been a lover of beauty. Miller noticed that the kitchen window faced the valley and overlooked the bumpy path leading to the homestead. Well thought out, Miller thought.

Miller walked around the homestead and noticed a few things that needed minor repairs. He made himself useful by fixing a broken corral rail and building a simple locking mechanism for the gate.

When Miller finished scoring, Clayton approached him and told him that dinner was ready. Miller's gruff face lit up in a smile. "I guess your mother can cook a decent meal," he said to Clayton. Clayton was surprised by the smile and smiled back automatically. He replied, "She's a good cook." Miller patted Clayton on the shoulder, and together they walked to the house.

The two washed their hands in the sink by the front door, dried them on a rough cloth hanging on the vanity, and went inside. Miller took off his battered hat as he slipped through the door. His gaze swept around the room and caught the scent of freshly baked bread. He noticed the table, the chairs, and the stove. A nook in the back was separated by a curtain, probably for Ellie. There were two beds in a small loft. A loaf of bread lay on the table, and Margrit brought in a plate piled high with thick slices of beef. "Please, sit down, Mr. Miller. It's not much, but it'll fill you up," Ellie invited.

“Wealth for a hungry man, ma’am,” Miller replied.

"Ellie, please, Mr. Miller," said Ellie.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

A small smile appeared on Ellie's face as she sat down. The group was silent.
while they ate their fill, and Margrit cleared the table after everyone had finished.

Miller had noticed that there were exactly four chairs in the small house,
Just enough for the family and one more.

Miller hesitantly asked, "Not curious, Ma'am, but where is the master of the house?"

Ellie's face fell silent. "He rode off a few months ago to explore the mountains and never returned," Ellie replied. "We've searched the hills, but found no trace of him." The children looked serious as Ellie spoke.

Miller slowly shook his head. "There are thousands of square kilometers of land out there; he could be anywhere." "We hope and pray every day that he returns to us, Mr. Miller."

Miller pushed back his chair and stood up. "I think I can stay and help, Mrs. Robinson. I've only been around a bit since I arrived here, and I know what needs to be done on an estate like this."

“You are welcome to stay as long as you like, Mr. Miller, but I can’t afford to pay you anything. We get by on our small vegetable garden and the game Clayton brings home. We recently had to slaughter a cow, as the game seems to have disappeared from the area lately,” Ellie explained.

Miller nodded brusquely. "You don't need to pay me anything, ma'am. You treated me kindly when I arrived, and there's no reason why I shouldn't return that kindness. I can help this young man in some way; I'm sure he can teach me a lot about your business."

"Ellie, please," blushed Mrs. Robinson.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Miller replied with a slight wink.

Miller turned and walked out, gazing at the landscape as he left the door. He paused a few steps outside, waiting for Clayton to catch up. "Where are the waterholes, young man?" Miller asked. Clayton gave him directions to several nearby water sources, including a stream that flowed year-round less than a mile away.

"Do you know your territory?" Miller asked.

“Sure!” Clayton replied enthusiastically. “Pa and I often went riding together to check on the cattle and things like that.”

Miller inspected the horses in the corral and spotted several promising cow ponies. "Is one of these yours?" he asked Clayton. Clayton pointed to a sturdy brown horse that he said was his usual mount. Miller liked the horse and expected it to do well. Miller looked up into the sun. "I suppose we'll go for a ride tomorrow so I can get used to the area. It's a bit late for a ride now. You can show me anything you think is necessary." Clayton beamed with importance and walked with a bit more energy. "I'm going to settle into the dorm," Miller said. "I'm going to sleep the best I've had in weeks."

“Just come out and make sure I’m up in time for breakfast, then we can start the day.” Clayton agreed and returned to the house. Miller went to the dormitory, took his sleeping bag off the saddle, and carried it inside along with his saddlebags. Miller opened the door, stepped inside, and examined the interior of the small dormitory. Directly in front of him were two bunks, with two more hanging on the wall to his right. To his left was a wood-burning stove with a rustic shelf on which sat several plates, a coffee pot, and two cups. Miller kicked the door shut, then went to the bunks on the right and dropped his saddlebags at the head of the lower bunk.

Miller removed his gun belt and then his boots. He took out his revolver and checked it for dust before holstering it. He rolled it up so the grip was easily accessible if he needed it quickly, and then settled down. Miller was sleeping soundly, more soundly than he had in weeks, and when he awoke, it was a slow process. He stroked his penis and decided to massage his morning erection. He stroked it listlessly and felt his penis slowly swell to about half its size when he heard a soft gasp. He saw Clayton standing in the doorway, wide-eyed, staring at Miller's large penis. He seemed to be in a trance, watching Miller's hand stroke it back and forth.

Miller's heart skipped a beat, and within seconds his penis throbbed to full size. Miller continued stroking himself while Clayton watched. The thought of the boy watching him aroused him, making him tingle faster than usual. Suddenly, Miller's hips lifted, and his penis spurted a large gush of semen onto the floor beside him.

Clayton was stunned. He had never seen a cock as big as Miller's, and the amount of semen was enormous. Suddenly, he noticed his own cock throbbing stiffly, then Miller's eyes met. Clayton was embarrassed to be caught watching and didn't know what to do.

"Come here, boy," Miller commanded. "You can't start your day like this."

Clayton slowly walked over to Miller and stood in front of him. His hard cock strained against his pants, his gaze flickering between Miller's face and his cock, which was slowly shrinking and still leaking some semen.

"Get that thing out of here, kid. We need to take care of this."

Clayton unzipped his single galosh, and his trousers fell until they hung from his hard cock. He then lifted them, exposing his stiff young penis to Miller's view. Miller reached out and grasped Clayton's well-formed penis, causing Clayton to gasp. Miller wrapped his hand around it and stroked it several times before taking Clayton's penis into his mouth.

Clayton groaned and thrust into Miller's mouth. Clayton had never felt anything so wonderful. Miller began sucking on Clayton's young penis, caressing his young, almost hairless testicles, and slipping a finger between Clayton's legs to tease his tight little asshole. After a few minutes, Clayton thrust hard and groaned as his penis spurted a nice load of sweet, young semen into Miller's mouth. Miller continued sucking and drinking until Clayton came.

Miller released Clayton's still-hard penis and said, "The best way to start the day is by letting this out. It makes everything else better somehow. Of course," he continued with a wink, "there's nothing wrong with doing it more often during the day; it's simply the best way to begin."

Clayton's face was red. "Wow, I've never felt anything like that before. Can we do that again sometime?"

Miller grinned. "I guess we'll have plenty more opportunities for that, yes."

Miller climbed out of his Soogan while Clayton was busy putting his trousers back on. Once Miller was dressed, Clayton said, "Ma said I should pick you up for breakfast."

"Well," said Miller, "I've made a small foray, I think I'd best get the rest." He smiled, put his hand on Clayton's shoulder and led him to the door.

After breakfast, Miller and Clayton saddled some horses and began exploring the pasture. Clayton outlined the most prominent features that characterized the Robinson herds to Miller as Miller demonstrated a winding trail. Miller's gaze kept wandering, and the conversation consisted of Miller pointing out various things to Clayton. Clayton was amazed at Miller's eyesight—it seemed nothing escaped him, from the tracks of a whitetail deer to the slither of a rattlesnake. They saw several cattle bearing the Robinson brand, and Miller cataloged them by age and condition. Most were in very good condition; the pasture was well-maintained for the number of cattle grazing on it. Miller asked Clayton, "How many animals does your father keep?"

Clayton thought for a moment and then replied: "It seems to me he said there were about 400 animals."

Miller nodded thoughtfully. Robinson was wise and didn't overcrowd the pasture with too many cattle. He had noticed that some were ready for market, and he thought Robinson might have been taking a count for a trip to town when something happened and he hadn't returned. He couldn't imagine a man with a family simply setting off and leaving. Nothing about this situation suggested that Robinson was such a man.

The two took a break under a group of poplar trees, at a small watering hole, where they watered the horses after they had eaten their fill.
Miller used the time to explain to Clayton how important it was to constantly look out for signs of activity. It was always better to see something before it sees you. After a pause in the conversation, Clayton asked hesitantly, "Can we do that again? Where did you blow me?" Miller smiled briefly at him. "Sure, go ahead."

Clayton quickly dropped his pants and stepped over to Miller, whose young cock was already rock hard. Miller began to stroke it gently, enjoying the feel of the soft skin, caressing the small testicles, then grasping the shaft and beginning to lick around the glans. Clayton moaned and closed his eyes, savoring the wonderful sensations coursing through his body. Miller enveloped the penis with his tongue, then took it into his mouth and began to slowly move the head up and down the stiff shaft. He had always preferred to enjoy boys. He moved and sucked, then let the hard penis spring out between his lips to lick down to the testicles, sucking them into his mouth as well and rolling them around with his tongue.

A finger slid slowly between Clayton's legs, teasing the tight, young anus. Clayton gasped and spread his feet so Miller's calloused finger could more easily rub the sensitive asshole. Clayton had never imagined he would feel such sensations in that area, and he thoroughly enjoyed the discovery. Miller began to rock again and soon felt the throbbing and pulsing of the cock that heralded an impending eruption. Soon after, the young cock began to spurt, delivering another dose of delicious young semen into Miller's hungry mouth. Miller's tongue continued to glide over the sensitive underside of the hard penis until Clayton was finally exhausted. Miller let the still-hard cock slide out between his lips, and Clayton, suddenly dazed, staggered a step back. One of Miller's strong hands grabbed Clayton's buttocks to keep him from falling, then squeezed them firmly a few times. Clayton smiled appreciatively and then blurted out: "Wow! I would love to do that all the time!"

Miller chuckled and said, "Well, it'll be sensitive after that, and you'll need a break. You could probably use it on a woman right away. You're still hard. Boys are like that—they just stay hard for a while—but the head gets really sensitive when you suck it." He reached out and gently stroked the stiff penis, then tickled the testicles. "You've got an admirable cock, boy. The girls are going to love you."

Clayton smiled proudly, without knowing exactly what Miller meant, but he understood that he would do something with a woman.

Clayton pulled up his trousers and threw the galuse over his shoulder.
The two took the reins of the horses, remounted, and began riding again across the countryside. As they approached the crest of a ridge, Miller suddenly stopped and lowered his gaze. Clayton looked around, trying to figure out what had caused Miller to stop, when he spotted the tracks of some horses. Miller examined the tracks with a slight frown and thought for a moment, then raised his head and surveyed the landscape once more.

Clayton finally asked, "What is this?"

Miller hesitated before replying: “I recognize one of the clues, and I don’t have a good feeling about it. I don’t want to drag you into something that could hurt you, so I’m considering the possibilities.”

Miller reined in his horse so that it followed the ridge instead of climbing it, using it as cover from the riders who had jumped over. The two rode along a winding path, keeping in the brush and along the gullies to avoid being seen, until they emerged near a poplar-lined stream. Miller led him into a thicket and then dismounted. "Stay here," he said curtly to Clayton.

Miller continued on foot, stealthily like a panther. Clayton lost sight of him almost immediately. Clayton stopped and listened. After a few minutes, he heard the clatter of hooves and murmured conversation.
The conversation ended with the cocking of a rooster. "Stay put," he heard Miller's voice say. "Red, I told you I never wanted to see you in this country again. What are you doing here?"

"Miller! I... I had no idea you were here!" Clayton guessed that must be Red's voice.

“I told you to leave the country and go to Montana or Oregon or somewhere else,” Miller said. “Now I see you again. You obviously didn’t take me seriously.”

"No! I'm leaving, just give me one chance!"

"You had your chance. Now carefully reach down and pull out the weapon."
And now throw them away.”

Clayton heard a dull thud.

"Who is your partner? He's terribly nervous, as if he thinks he might pull out his gun before I shoot a hole in him."

A new voice. "My name is Burton. I'm from down here."

"Anton Burton? I've heard of you," Miller said in a contemptuous voice.

"You shot a few drunken townspeople and you think you're a pretty tough guy. You can unload your weapon. Throw it next to the other one."

Clayton heard another dull thud.

"Okay, both of you get off and hold your hands so I can see them!" said Miller. "Good, go over there to that poplar tree."

"Red? Who is this guy?" Burton asked.

"This is Len Miller. Don't do anything that could kill us!"

"Len Miller?" Burton repeated quietly. "I have nothing to do with you."

That was the first time Clayton had heard Miller's first name.

“Not now, but I would like you to experience a different climate as well,” Miller replied.

Clayton heard a shuddering groan. "No, not again," Red blurted out.

"You had your chance, Red. This time it will be worse," Miller threatened.

Clayton dismounted and shuffled slowly forward, curious to see what was happening. He came to a clearing in the bushes where he could observe the drama unfolding. Miller had two men at gunpoint, one with bright red hair and a younger, dandyish-looking man whom Clayton assumed must be Burton. Both had their hands above their heads.

Miller stepped forward on cat-like feet, suddenly swung the rifle, and struck Burton in the side of the head. Burton fell to the ground as if he had been felled with an axe. "All right, Red. You're not going to give me any trouble, are you?"

"No," Red replied sadly.

Miller put away his pistol and then pulled a piggyback cord from a trouser pocket. He quickly tied Miller's hands, then stepped over to him and did the same to Burton, who lay groaning on the floor.

Miller turned around and saw Clayton standing there. "Get my rope, kid."

Clayton turned around and ran back to the horses, wrapped the rope around Miller's saddle horn, and hurried back with it. Miller took it from him and said, "Stay back there and don't say anything."

Clayton turned around and walked back to the edge of the small clearing.

Miller threw the rope over a sturdy poplar branch and then tied a loop around his own bound hands. Miller lifted Burton to his feet and held him until he could stand unsteadily. He looped the rope around Burton's hands and began to pull. He tightened the rope until both men stood with their hands raised high above their heads, just loose enough for them to stand. Miller tied the rope to another tree.

Miller stepped back and surveyed his work. Seemingly satisfied, he approached the two men, removed their holsters, and tossed them into the ground beside the revolvers. Then Miller drew his knife and pointed it at Burton. He cut the suspenders holding Burton's trousers, causing them to fall immediately around his ankles. Miller repeated this for Red and sheathed the knife.

Clayton was confused. He had no idea what Miller was planning, concluding that hanging wasn't what he had in mind. When Miller removed his own holster and placed it on the ground, Clayton was even more confused.

Miller took off his suspenders and stepped behind Burton's bare buttocks. He dropped his trousers and grabbed his already erect penis. Clayton's eyes widened. He had forgotten how big Miller's cock was, and it grew even larger as he watched. Miller stepped forward and rubbed it several times against Burton's ass crack.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy?" Burton shouted. Red's eyes rolled back to Burton, revealing Miller's large penis pointing menacingly at Burton's backside. Red knew what was coming and felt a pang of sympathy for Burton.

Miller's strong hands spread Burton's buttocks, and the tip of his cock touched Burton's asshole. "Hey! What do you mean…" Burton's voice ended in a scream as Miller brutally shoved the tip of his cock into Burton's anus. Miller thrust and twisted and drove his hard cock deeper into Burton's twisted asshole as Burton screamed in pain. Miller slowly stretched Burton's asshole wide enough to fit, then began a slow fucking motion. After a few minutes, Burton stopped screaming and only sobbed.

Miller fucked him relentlessly, and Clayton noticed Burton's cock begin to grow. It wasn't nearly as big as Miller's, but it stood straight up and bobbed to the rhythm of Miller's fucking. Miller began fucking harder, his hard belly slapping against Burton's ass cheeks. Burton groaned, then suddenly tensed. Clayton gasped as Burton began to spray cum onto the grass. Clayton suddenly noticed that his own cock was almost painfully hard and moved it in his pants. Burton's twitching asshole was enough for Miller, and Miller began to come inside Burton's asshole. He thrust hard, then paused as his cock sprayed, then thrust again and paused again. A few more short thrusts, and he was finished. Miller slowly pulled his cock out of Burton's twitching asshole. A gush of cum followed his glans and ran down Burton's balls and legs.

Miller grabbed his knife and cut the cord that bound Burton's hands together. Burton fell sobbing and gasping to his hands and knees. Miller gripped Burton tightly by the neck and dragged him in front of Red. "Kneel down!" Miller demanded. Burton sank to his knees.

"Now suck his cock!" Burton looked wildly at Miller, who stood there staring at him, his big cock still hanging out.

Miller grabbed Burton by the neck again and forced him to take Red's penis. "Suck it, I said!" Burton sobbed again, taking Red's penis into his mouth.

Miller stepped behind Red and asked menacingly, "Ready, Red?" Red simply closed his eyes.

Miller stroked his cock a little and rubbed it against Red's asshole. Miller began to get hard again and was soon hard enough to slide it in. Red just groaned in pain, reliving a past humiliation. Miller started fucking Red while Burton sucked on Red's now stiff cock. Miller started hard and fast until Red came in Burton's mouth. Burton coughed, and semen dripped down his chin, then he sat back on his heels, his eyes glazed. Miller took advantage of his spasming anus again and shot a second, smaller load into Red's ass.

When Miller was finished, he withdrew, again followed by a drop of semen. He shook off his penis and pulled up his pants. He picked up the knife again and cut the cord that bound Red's hands. Red stepped aside, head bowed, defeated.

Miller strapped his gun belt around his waist, took their rifles from their saddlecloths, and then asked gently, "Do you both understand me? I want you to leave this country. Canada is beautiful this time of year; perhaps you should visit. If I see you both again, you'll experience the same thing. Now get out of here!"

Red slowly pulled up his trousers, then shuffled over to Burton to help him to his feet and lead him to his horse. The two mounted, and Red led them slowly north. Miller gathered their revolvers and stowed them in his saddlebags. The rifles were strapped behind his saddle.

As Clayton and Miller walked back to the ranch in a wide arc, Clayton kept glancing over at Miller. Miller seemed relaxed, unconcerned about what had happened. Clayton went over everything one last time and finally asked quietly, "Why did Burton ejaculate when you fucked him?"

“Cumming. We call it cumming, kid,” Miller replied. “I guess his body enjoyed it more than he thought it would. Rubbing a certain spot on his butt can feel good, so good that you come.”

Clayton thought about it for a while and then said, "When he did that, I got really hard."

Miller smiled at him understandingly. "Would you like me to show you this spot?"

Clayton looked at Miller hopefully. "Could you?"

“I think we could do that,” Miller replied with satisfaction.

As they crossed a small stream, Miller suggested they wash up before continuing to the ranch. They rode along the stream until they reached a small pond that offered them space to bathe. The two dismounted, undressed, and waded into the cool water. They were an unlikely pair: the tall, muscular man, tanned and sculpted by nature, and the young man, lean and still weathered by time. After they had rinsed and cleaned themselves, Miller had Clayton bend over, his hands on his knees. Miller spread Clayton's buttocks and admired the tight little asshole. He leaned forward and licked it with his tongue. Clayton let out a surprised "Oh!" and Miller licked it again. Miller began licking Clayton's tiny anus; Clayton's cock was hard and throbbing. Miller reached between Clayton's legs and gently stroked the stiff cock as he continued licking. When it felt like Clayton was about to come, Clayton stopped stroking but continued with his tongue.

It wasn't long before Miller slid his tongue into Clayton's anus. Clayton pushed against Miller's tongue. Then Miller began to insert a finger into the tight rectum. Clayton moaned softly and gasped as the finger finally made its way through the tight opening. Miller gently pushed and twisted his finger inside the boy, loosening the tight ring. Finally, Miller rubbed Clayton's prostate, pressing the hard tip of his finger against the surface of the inner glans. Clayton's moans grew a little louder, and Miller moved forward while continuing to finger his anus. Then Miller took Clayton's hard cock deep into his mouth and rubbed it vigorously while sucking until Clayton's cock exploded in Miller's mouth, spraying a gush of creamy semen. Miller sucked and rubbed, and Clayton's body twitched, thrusting his cock into Miller's face until he was exhausted. Clayton gasped as he finally slid out of Miller's mouth, stood knee-deep in the water, and regained his senses. He looked at Miller in awe. "Holy cow! Was that the spot you told me about?" he asked. Miller nodded, smiling. "Yes. Did you like it?"

"Yeah, sure! I'm wondering what it would feel like if you fucked me?" Clayton asked.

"Well, maybe we'll find out tonight," Miller said. "Can your mom let you sleep out in the dorm tonight, and maybe we can arrange something then."

Clayton's expression brightened. "Sure!"

As Miller stood up, Clayton saw Miller's huge, erect cock. He remembered that Miller hadn't come yet, and he felt sorry for him. An idea came to him. "Could I suck you the way you did me?" he asked Miller. Miller looked thoughtful. "I don't know if you can fit it in your mouth, but if you want to try, that would be fine." Clayton reached out, gently touched Miller's stiff penis, and then wrapped his fingers around it. Remembering Miller's approach, he licked the purple glans and then the sensitive skin on the underside. Miller, in turn, enjoyed the sensation of the small hand and soft tongue on his hard penis and did his best to maintain control and not come too quickly. Clayton licked a few more times, then opened his penis wide and put the tip of Miller's penis in his mouth. He tried to push deeper but could only get a little bit in, which disappointed him somewhat. On the other hand, he had never touched another man's penis before and enjoyed playing with it. Miller suggested Clayton stroke it and suck on the tip. Clayton began stroking it, then reached out his other hand and stroked Miller's large scrotum.

This went on for several more minutes, with Clayton never getting more than a few inches of Miller's cock into his mouth, no matter how wide he tried to open it. Finally, Miller told Clayton he was about to come, and Clayton stroked him with renewed enthusiasm, using both hands. Miller finally came, shooting a large stream of thick, creamy semen into Clayton's mouth. Clayton swallowed as fast as he could to keep up with the stream, and as Miller slowed down, Clayton let the semen slosh around in his mouth.

Clayton critically tasted the semen and finally decided he liked it. When Miller had finished, he gently withdrew from Clayton's mouth.

"How was I?" Clayton asked.

"Absolutely perfect," Miller replied. He helped Clayton to his feet, then the two of them went to the shore and dried themselves with their shirts. They got dressed, mounted their horses, and set off for home.

I had just sat down to dinner when Dad spoke to me. "So what?" Dad asked.

"So what?", I replied.

"And what did you decide?" he asked.

"So, what did I decide?" I asked, while we played our little game.

When he came to the end, he answered, "Which college do you want to go to next year?"

“State University,” I replied. Then I took a shortcut from his next question and answered before he moved on to a brief one: “I thought I’d go to State University for a few years while I decide what I want to do. Then I can transfer to a larger university for a more specialized education.”

"It has nothing to do with the fact that your brother is already there, does it?" asked Dad.

With a slightly crooked smile, I replied: "It won't hurt."

My older brother Rodger and I got along pretty well, and since he'd been at the State University for a few years, I figured if I had a problem, he might be able to help me. I wasn't very independent, so I often needed help. This way, I could be away from home and still have someone I could rely on if something happened. Mom and Dad never said it directly, but I thought they had the same intention with my move there.

"Was that the letter you received from the State University today? Your acceptance letter?" Mom asked, interjecting into the conversation. 

Giggling, I said, "Yes, that was him."

Dad, who then needed to know more details, asked: "Do you plan to live with Roger?"

With a pained expression, I replied: “Nooooo… Firstly, freshmen can’t live off-campus, and secondly, he has a roommate.”

"Then you should secure a room in the dorm before you arrive, because there aren't that many rooms available and they fill up quickly," Mom suggested.

Now that they knew my plans, I had to tell my boyfriend. It would be harder for him to tell him. I knew he wanted me to go with him across the country to a much bigger university, but the one he was going to attend didn't offer anything I could envision for my future. I loved him, but I worried about what would happen to me if we argued. I thought it was up to him whether we broke up or not, because I was prepared for a long-distance relationship.

Sex would be the most difficult part of the whole thing.

I wondered how I would tell him, and on our next date, I started telling him about my plans. It was going well until I revealed that I was going to state university for a few years before transferring to a larger university. He freaked out and told me that if I didn't go with him, he didn't want anything to do with me anymore. The more he threatened me, the angrier I got, until I finally told him we were done and he should take me home. When I got home, I told my mom what had happened, and she agreed that I had made the right decision. Even my dad was on my side, which surprised me. With most of my senior year of high school still ahead of me, I wondered what to do with my sexual satisfaction.

I hadn't really been interested in masturbation, and since my college plans were set, I didn't want to find a new boyfriend. I'd even considered just abstaining altogether. I was very busy with work, school, college preparations, and my 18th birthday party, which was only a week before I started college. I'd been doing pretty well without sex. That is, until I had a pajama party with my best friend, Lindsey. It was just before final exams, and she asked me to stay over the weekend so we could study for some tests. Knowing I needed extra help with some classes, I agreed. On Friday after work, I drove over to her place, planning to stay until Sunday night. I had all the time off to study anyway, so I thought it would work out perfectly.

"Are you ready?" I asked as we went into her bedroom after dinner.

“Why don’t we shower beforehand so we don’t have to stop during our study session?” Lindsey suggested.

"Okay, who goes first?" I asked.

"You are the guest, so you can go first," she said.

I had been to her place many times before and had even stayed overnight several times, so I knew where everything was and how it worked. I showered and dried myself off. I styled my hair and slipped into clean panties and then a long nightgown. After I was dressed, I went back to the room, and Lindsey took over the bathroom while I looked through some notes.

Lindsey showered, fixed her hair, but came back with only a towel wrapped around her body. I didn't think much of it, since we'd both been naked in front of each other before. We were both girls, so it wasn't a big deal anyway.

She pulled the towel off her body and continued drying herself, while asking, "So, how are you managing without a penis these days?"

I looked up, and when I saw her naked and heard the word "cock," something inside me stirred, making me wet. My eyes were immediately drawn to her freshly shaved pussy. Normally, I wouldn't find it particularly attractive, but since I'd been sexually frustrated lately, the mere sight of her aroused me.

“I said, ‘So, how are you managing without a cock these days?’” Lindsey said again, lowering her head so far that my gaze was diverted from her pussy and fell into her eyes.

“Excuse me… What did you ask?” I asked stupidly.

With a loud giggle, she replied: "No need to say, I already have my answer."

I know I turned as red as a tomato when she straightened up. I went back to my studies while Lindsey walked around the room, taking a pair of panties and a nightgown out of her drawer. She put her things on the chair and came over to me.

"Do you like it when your pussy is licked?" Lindsey asked.

With my head bowed, I replied: "I don't know."

“Shit… Are you saying that your ‘ex-boyfriend’ never… licked you?” she asked bluntly.

"No," I replied quickly.

“But let me guess, he expected you to suck his cock,” she then asked.

“Yes… Well…”, I replied slowly.

"Did he make you swallow too?" my best friend asked as she continued to question me.

I looked up, smiled and purred: “Um… Hmmm. It was good. I liked it… that he squirted in my mouth.”

"Have you ever licked a pussy?" Lindsey then asked, as she walked in another direction.

“No,” I replied, hoping she would understand that I didn’t mind and had simply never done it before.

Lindsey sat down opposite me on the edge of the bed. She spread her legs so that I could see not only her completely bare pussy, but now also her wet opening.

“I think we both need some sexual release before we can study tonight,” Lindsey suggested.

"You might be right about that," I agreed.

"Do you want a 69 position or do we want to do it to each other individually?" she asked bluntly.

Since I'd never done it before and didn't know much about oral sex, I figured if we did 69, I could just do what she'd done to me. I told her I'd love to do it together. She smiled as she lay down on the bed. I got up and took off my shirt. My small, firm breasts (size 75B) were staring right at Lindsey as my nipples hardened. Her much larger breasts (size 75C) looked even bigger now as she lay down on her bed. My mouth watered at the thought of taking each of her nipples into my mouth.

I dropped my panties and showed Lindsey my full, untrimmed bush. I hadn't bothered about it since I wasn't dating a man, and even when I went out, I only trimmed it a little anyway. I really hadn't given it much thought that it might be a problem until Lindsey said something:

"What the hell? That thing needs to be cut. No wonder you never got your boyfriend to go down on you. With hair like that around your slit, I wouldn't go down on you either. Why don't you shave it off?" Lindsey asked.

“I never had a reason to shave them off,” I informed my girlfriend.

"Well, now you know one. If you expect me to lick you, then you need to go to the toilet now and take care of your hairy pussy," I was told.

I didn't want to sound like a baby and tell her I'd never shaved my pubic hair before because I didn't know how. So I asked her if she'd help me. She jumped at the chance. I put my nightgown back on and she slipped into hers. When we were both ready, we walked down the hall to the bathroom, where we quickly undressed again. She got out a pair of scissors and had me get into the tub. She quickly cut off as much hair as she could without hurting my skin. Then she took shaving cream and had me wet the area. It felt wonderful as she ran her fingers over my vulva, and thanks to the cream, I was close to coming.

The urge quickly subsided when she came after me with a razor. Having something sharp so close to my intimate area made me nervous. She was very careful and finished in a few minutes. I rinsed it off and found my pussy completely hairless. It was so soft and supple that I knew I had to stay that way from then on. She took some baby oil and oiled the whole area. She told me it would help the healing process of any cuts. I was to dry the oil off with a towel, and soon we were naked in her room and in bed. I had to stop and take a closer look at my now completely naked pussy. I loved not only the feel but also the look of it. This time I was in bed first, and she jumped on top of me. Her super-wet pussy, pressed against my face, drove me wild with desire. I had never had my face so close to a pussy before, but for some strange reason, the sight and smell of Lindsey's cunt being forced into my mouth and nose instantly turned me on.

While Lindsey's pussy was pressed against my face, I felt her tongue begin to lick the outside of mine. I quickly wondered what her pussy tasted like, and since she was already licking mine, I knew she wouldn't mind if I stroked it with my tongue once or twice.

The moment I first licked, Lindsey pulled out of my pussy and shouted, "Oh, damn... Yes... Lick it... Stick your tongue in my cunt!"

I lifted my hips and let my best friend know that my pussy wanted her attention. As I did that, I did what she asked and slid my tongue deep inside her. The pure taste and soft feel of a hairless pussy drove me to fuck her as hard as I could with my tongue. Lindsey understood what I meant, and as I licked, sucked, and fucked her pussy with my tongue and mouth, she went back to mine. We hadn't been giving each other oral sex for ten minutes when I got a shot of her pussy cum. Not only did my face get super wet with her juices, but her whole body started to tremble.

She started moaning just before her body began to tremble, and didn't stop until her orgasm was over and her body had returned to normal. As soon as her orgasm subsided, she went back to me. This time, she attacked my pussy with even more fervor. It was almost as if she wanted to see if I was a shooter too. She had buried a finger as deep as she could inside me, while her tongue and teeth worked my hard little clit. I felt the tension mount just before my own body began to tremble. My breath came in gasps as I slid her labia out of my mouth. I began panting more heavily as I pressed myself upwards and into my girlfriend's face.

The next moment, I was fucking Lindsey's face with my pussy while her tongue and teeth worked me over. My gasps quickly turned into heavy moans as I approached an incredible orgasm. I groaned loudly and for a long time as my hips thrust upward and locked into position. I shot a huge load that surprised Lindsey. She pulled back, but then reached inside me again and waited for the next shot. The second, third, and fourth shots mostly went into her mouth and down her throat. Now that my body was slowly returning to normal, Lindsey pulled out from between my legs and repositioned herself.

She snuggled up to me and whispered with her face to my ear: "Damn, you came a lot."

I explained to her that it had been a while since I'd come. I also told her that she was my first and that I'd really enjoyed it. She told me that I was really good too, and that she didn't usually squirt as much as she had just a few minutes before. We chatted for a few minutes, but then decided that since we were both sexually satisfied, we should probably get down to studying. We got up, got dressed, and started studying. We studied for several hours and eventually went to bed in the early morning. We cuddled up close and fell asleep.

It was just before noon when we got up to find something to eat. After eating, we went back to our books and continued reading on and off for the rest of the weekend. When school started again, I felt much better about my exam results.

The grades were announced, and I did much better than expected. I had graduated, and now that I had received my college acceptance letter, I started looking into which courses I wanted to take.

After graduating, I worked more to save money for college. I found time to spend at least one night a week with Lindsey. Sometimes at my place, sometimes at hers, but no matter where we were, we licked each other to an incredible orgasm.

My eighteenth birthday was fast approaching, just a week before I was due to pack my things and start a new college life. Between work, planning my courses, organizing my birthday party (which was to be combined with a college party), and giving and receiving sexual gratification with Lindsey, I was pretty busy, both mentally and physically.

A week before my birthday party, Lindsey and I had just had amazing sex in her bed when she asked me a question: "Have you been wondering what your new roommate will be like? You know, cute... sexy... and do you need a pussy licking?" Lindsey asked.

At that moment, I realized I had forgotten something very important. I'm sure I turned deathly pale because I felt the blood rushing to my head. I felt nauseous. And my fingers and toes tingled as if they had all fallen asleep.

"Shit!" I screamed and sat up in bed.

“What?” Lindsey blurted out quickly, because she thought I had an emergency.

“I… I… I… Shit…”, I continued to groan, feeling like I was going to faint.

“What’s wrong?” Lindsey asked again, grabbing my shoulder and shaking me.

"I forgot to call and ask for a room." I finally managed to do it.

"So what? Just call tomorrow morning and let them know you need a room," Lindsey said calmly.

"It's not that simple. It's a small college, and most students live at home while they study. The number of dorm rooms is limited and they fill up quickly, so I'm not sure if I'll get one, but I'll call and ask," I told her as I lay back down to sleep.

Lindsey held me, not in a sexual way, but in a maternal one. I eventually fell asleep and woke up early the next morning. I called and learned that all the dorm rooms were taken. They also told me that freshmen weren't allowed to live off-campus unless they were staying with a host family or relative. To make matters worse, they told me that all the host families were taken and there was a waiting list. Against my better judgment, I asked about staying with my brother. They quickly found him and told me that he wasn't registered as a host, but that he had good grades and wouldn't be a problem, so all he had to do was come by and sign some paperwork. It was a start, at least, but now I knew I had to give in and call my brother, Rodger.

Rodger would be a junior next year and had only been living alone for a year. I recently learned that his roommate had just graduated and moved out, leaving Rodger to pay for the entire apartment. I knew he was looking for someone, but I wasn't sure if he had anyone in mind, so I thought I'd give him a call. I dialed the number, and when my brother answered, I froze. We got along well, but since he was turning 21 this year and I was just turning 18, I was a little intimidated by him. Now that I needed his help, I was even more afraid of what he might say.

“Hello? … Hellooooo, is anyone there? …”, I heard Rodger ask repeatedly.

“Hi, Rodger. This is Peggy… your sister,” I stammered.

"Oh, hello. Is everything alright?" he asked.

I completely understood why he asked what he did and how he asked, because I very rarely called him. I don't really know why, except that he had his life and I had mine, and the two never seemed to overlap much.

“Yes… I guess… well… not really… I mean… I have a problem,” I replied curtly.

With a slight chuckle, he said, "What's wrong?"

“I forgot to call and get a room in the dorm, and now they’re all taken. So… I was wondering if I could… maybe… stay with you,” I pleaded.

"Mmm... I'm not sure. I can't afford the whole apartment and the tuition. You know, that costs more than a dorm room. Where are you going to get the money?" he asked. But before I could voice my thoughts, he brought up something else I'd hoped he wouldn't. "Didn't Mom tell you a long time ago to call and get a room assigned to you?" he asked.

“Yes, but I forgot about it until it was too late,” I admitted.

"That sounds like you. You never liked doing what you were told. What about the money?" he continued.

"Well, I was just about to ask Dad. I checked with the college, and they said I could live with you, but you'd have to go to the office and sign some papers." I told him and after a pause asked, "Could you do that while I work on Dad? I'm running out of time."

"I reckon I can do that before I go to work." He promised.

I thanked him for putting up with his stubborn sister and said I'd call him back later that evening. He laughed as he told me that at least I knew I was stubborn. I stayed with Lindsey until my father came home from work. I arrived just minutes before he did and greeted him at the door with a truly pitying expression.

Dad looked down at me and asked, "What have you done now?"

I guess I'd given him one too many pitying looks. I smiled and followed him into the living room, sitting on his lap as he relaxed after a long day at work.

“I have a problem,” I began, making another sad face.

"That's a big surprise," he said sarcastically.

“Dad!” I shouted.

"Excuse me. What do you need?" he asked.

I took a deep breath and told him I'd forgotten to ask for a room and what I'd found out during my phone call. I also told Dad I'd called Rodger. I explained what Rodger had told me and what I needed. Dad said he'd call Rodger and talk to him and let me know the decision. After dinner, Dad called Rodger, and they talked for quite a while.

I was on pins and needles the whole time. Finally, I went to my room and waited because I couldn't hear anything anyway. When they were finished, Dad came into my room and sat on my bed. I sat next to him and hoped for good news.

“Okay, Rodger and I have discussed the problem and come up with a plan. I’ve agreed to pay all his rent while you’re here. BUT… there are a few things you both have to agree to. You’re both responsible for all utilities and groceries. You both have to pay for your school fees, classes, books, etc.,” Dad was saying when I interrupted him.

"Okay, my student loan will cover most of it, and I hope to get a part-time job. Plus, I've saved some money." I explained.

"Okay... Now for some 'not so pleasant' things. Rodger will be in charge. I know you'll be 18 when you arrive, but still... You'll have a curfew on weekends between 10 p.m. and midnight. You need to get good grades and not cause any trouble. Rodger has to approve of every boy you go out with, just like I do now. And one more thing: I expect the two of you to get along and not fight. You'll have to work together to keep the apartment clean, and you two will decide who does what," Dad explained.

"Okay. I'll do my best." I agreed.

"Oh... before I forget: Rodger has a girlfriend. So when she's around, leave her alone. In other words, don't be as annoying as you were when Rodger had a girl staying with us."

Dad threatened.

I giggled and said, "That was when I was a little girl. I promise I'll leave them alone, no matter what they do."

Then I grinned devilishly at Dad, hoping he could read my thoughts. I wasn't sure if she slept in bed with him, but I figured he was at least having sex with her somewhere. I just didn't know if Dad had noticed.

I guess it didn't matter, because Rodger was a boy and almost 21 years old, so he could probably sleep with whomever he wanted.