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Natural Disaster - Simon - 11-24-2025
It was a warm summer night when I was unexpectedly awakened by the ringing of the telephone. By the time I realized what was happening, my mother had already answered the call in the hallway. The night was quiet, and since there was no other noise in the house, I could clearly hear what was being said, but only what my mother said.
"Hello?" said Mom, checking if she'd dialed the wrong number. When she found out who it was, she asked, "What's wrong?" After a pause, she asked, "Well, are you all right?" Another pause, then: "Of course you can stay with us." Another pause before Mom said, "You can stay as long as you like. When are you coming?" Finally, before she hung up, she added, "Take care and take your time. We'll see you when you get here. Love each other."
Then I heard Mom hang up and go into her bedroom. I could hear Mom and Dad talking, but I couldn't understand a single word. I lay in bed for a while wondering who Mom had been talking to and what it was about. Just before I fell asleep again, only one person came to mind: Mom's sister.
That morning at breakfast, Mom told me what was going on. Mom's twin sister and her family had to be evacuated because of a forest fire that had suddenly changed course. We knew about the fire and were monitoring it, but the sudden change surprised us. We all thought it would move in a different direction, but the wind shifted and blew it right toward their house. They barely managed to get out with the bare necessities and didn't know where to go. So they wanted to come to us. Normally it would be a six- to seven-hour drive, but because of traffic and other problems, it would take much longer.
Mom and I spent the day cleaning the house and tidying the guest room. Dad had to work, but since it was summer and I didn't have school, I helped as much as I could.
Mom told me that my cousin Heather would be sleeping in my bed. Heather and I were almost the same age. I was 15, and it would be another six months before Heather turned 15. We had talked and knew a few things about each other, but we weren't particularly close.
My mother's twin sister was married to a very handsome man who was about the same age as my father. He and my aunt both worked from home, so they hoped to be able to do at least some work while they were staying with us. They really didn't expect anything to be left once the fire hit their area and thought the worst would happen.
It was late the night before they arrived. They ate a light meal, showered, and fell into bed. The next morning, I was able to see Heather properly for the first time. It was incredible. We could have been sisters. I was only a few inches taller and a few pounds lighter. We both had brown hair, Heather's a bit lighter and considerably longer. We both had beautiful breasts, a 75B cup size. I had brown eyes, and Heather had hazel eyes.
Heather sat up in bed with an almost bewildered expression, trying to figure out what was going on and what she should do. I had been awake and dressed for a while. I could smell breakfast and was glad to see Heather awake.
"Good morning, Heather. Did you sleep well? I hope I didn't disturb you when you got up this morning." I told her.
Heather looked around and said, "Good morning, Nancy. Thank you for letting me sleep in your bed. You didn't bother me at all."
It was good that we were about the same height. Out of compassion for someone who had just lost everything, I said to Heather, "Go ahead and wear any of my clothes you want."
Then I showed her where all my clothes were, including panties, bras, shirts, shorts, pants, dresses, and shoes. She gave me a sad, fragile smile, as if she were very grateful but also sad that she had to wear my clothes because she had nothing left. Then she smiled as she pulled the blanket back from her half-awake body. She was only wearing the panties she had been wearing when she arrived at our place.
I went over and picked out a pair of panties, a bra, shorts, and a shirt. I laid everything at the foot of the bed and told her to see how it fit. She smiled again and let her panties drop, making me realize that her pubic hair was just stubble.
Heather saw me looking at her stubbly pubic area and said:
"I'm sorry. I haven't had a chance to shave for almost a week. It's been pretty crazy, you know."
Somewhat embarrassed, I quickly said to her: "Excuse me. I didn't mean to stare. I just don't know anyone who shaves their... um... pubic hair. I kind of like it."
Surprised, she then asked: "You don't shave your pussy?"
"No," I said again.
As she became more awake, she asked with even more emphasis: "Can I take a look? All my friends shave, so I don't see pubic hair and I don't know what it looks like."
Since I'd just seen my cousin's pussy, I figured it was only fair, so I dropped my shorts and panties, proudly displaying my very hairy pussy. I shook out the hair and let her have a good look before pulling my panties and shorts back up. She told me she found it interesting, but she preferred the shaved look and loved the feeling of being shaved.
“Do you think you can teach me how to shave mine… and maybe help me until I get it right?” I pleaded.
“Sure. It’s easy once you’ve done it a few times,” Heather assured me as she finished getting dressed.
Just as she was pulling up her shorts, there was a knock at the door, and she opened it. It was her father, who told us it was time for breakfast. He also asked if Heather was okay or if she needed anything. I was surprised he came in before we were dressed. We were dressed this time, but I wondered if maybe I should start locking my door if I didn't behave properly. "Well, I'll worry about that later," I thought, and told Heather we'd better go to the kitchen to eat before it was all gone.
Breakfast was good, and we chatted for a long time. Dad went to work, and eventually Heather's father, Henry, did some errands while the rest of us cleaned the kitchen. All the women then went to the store to buy a few things. Once there, I got Heather to buy razors and other things I needed to shave my pussy. I was so excited to have a bare pussy that I couldn't wait to get home and try it out.
As soon as we got home, Mom and her sister started lunch. I asked Heather to show me how to shave my pubic hair. Without telling Mom what was going on, I grabbed some scissors, a razor, and shaving cream. I took Heather by the hand and went into the bathroom. Knowing we were short on time, we quickly undressed and got into the tub. She trimmed my pubic hair as close to my vulva as possible. I felt a strange tingling sensation as she pulled and touched my pubic hair, labia, and the surrounding area.
Then Heather wet her pussy and applied some shaving cream to her vulva and her crack. Then she began shaving off the stubble I had seen earlier. After all the stubble was gone, she rinsed off the excess cream and checked to see if she had missed any hairs. It was beautiful. Just like a baby's hairless vulva.
I was overwhelmed by how cute it looked and quickly said, "Me. Do it to me now."
Heather giggled as she moved me around, wetting my pussy. Then she applied shaving cream to my short pubic hair and showed me how to shave it. After that, she gave me the razor and let me try it out. It didn't take long for me to get the hang of it, and soon I was hairless too. She rinsed off the remaining shaving cream and checked to see if any hairs had been missed. She touched up a few things, and when she was satisfied with her work, she rinsed us both again. Then she took some baby oil and rubbed it all over our pussies and even inside them. One last quick rinse and a towel drying, and we were done. I looked in the mirror and was thrilled with how it looked.
"Wow. That looks really sexy," I said gratefully to my cousin.
"Just wait until you put on your panties and walk around. You'll never grow hair again," chirped Heather.
She was right. I put on my panties and almost came right there in the bathroom. I was still a virgin, but I'd been playing with my pussy for years and in the last few months had even started squirting. I couldn't wait to see what it was like to masturbate with a naked, hairless pussy.
Just as we had gotten dressed, we were called to lunch. After lunch, I wondered how and when I could be alone to masturbate.
Everything went well over the next few days. We all got along great, got everything done that needed to be done, and it was even fun to have someone to play with. I introduced Heather to my friends and even went to the movies with her. It was like having a new sister.
Henry received word that the fire had passed through the area, but he couldn't get any information about their house. Fearing the worst, Henry drove back to assess the damage and decide what to do. He was right. There was nothing left.
They had lost their home and belongings and returned because they had nowhere else to go. The only thing he could find out was that they weren't allowed to touch their property until the insurance company paid for the repairs. This could take up to a few months. They decided to stay with us until the end of the summer. Then they would return, find a rental apartment, and begin rebuilding. They just wanted to be back in time for Heather to start school with the rest of her class.
I wasn't sure if I wanted her to leave, but the lack of private playtime was starting to take its toll. I was getting whiny, and now that I knew a bit about Heather, I understood why she was getting whiny more quickly, too.
"I'm going to take a shower. I'll be back later," I said to Heather.
"Okay. Have fun," she replied.
I went into the kitchen, got myself something to drink, and then went into the bathroom. I was inside, naked, and about to turn on the water when I realized I'd forgotten my clean panties and long-sleeved T-shirt, my basic evening wear. With a disgusted sigh, I put my shorts and shirt back on and went back into the bedroom. I opened the door, and there was Heather, my 14-year-old cousin, lying naked on my bed. Her fingers were deep inside her. Her eyes were tightly closed. I stood there and watched as she was on the verge of orgasm.
“Oh, Daddy. Fuck me. Yes. Right there. I… am… almost… there.” Heather moaned.
"Daddy? Fucking?" I thought, completely overwhelmed by what I was hearing. Was she role-playing? Was she serious? Was Henry fucking his own daughter? I wondered. I was already getting wet just watching my cousin play with herself. I couldn't move. I was so fascinated by watching Heather play that I froze.
Heather's fingers slid inside her pussy and paused. Her back arched, and she let out a gurgling moan—one of the hottest moans I'd ever heard. Unbeknownst to me, I'd lowered my fingers to my own pussy and was rubbing them through my shorts, creating a wet patch there.
Heather, who was just coming down from her self-induced orgasm, opened her eyes. Heather gasped when she saw me standing there with my fingers between my legs. We stared at each other, wondering what to say or do.
"Sorry. I thought you were taking a bath." Heather said, still lying on the bed, her wet pussy clearly visible.
"No. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have watched." I apologized.
We both giggled when the tension was broken.
“Nancy, may I ask you a personal question?” Heather asked.
"Sure," I replied.
"Do you masturbate?" my cousin asked.
I giggled before saying, "As often as I can. I just haven't had a chance since you've been here." After a pause, I then asked:
"May I ask you a question?"
Thinking she knew the question, she replied, "Okay."
“Do you do that with your daddy?” I hesitated.
Her face turned red and then white when she realized I had discovered her secret.
Finally, she told me they'd been doing it for over a year because her parents weren't having as much sex as Henry wanted. We talked for a long time about how he pushed his hard cock deep inside her and made her come several times before filling her with his sperm. As we were almost finished, my fingers started playing with my pussy again through my shorts. Heather realized I needed an orgasm.
"How would you like me to lick your pussy? Looks like you could use an orgasm," Heather said with a wink.
“Yes…ah…h. Have you done this before?” I asked.
“No, but I’m always up for something new,” giggled my younger cousin.
"Bring your hairless pussy here so I can lick it," demanded Heather.
I took off my T-shirt and let my shorts fall so my little cousin could see my bare, hairless pussy. She moved closer, and I lay down on the bed. Heather crawled between my legs and dived inside. With her tongue out, she began teasing my cunt. It felt so good. I couldn't believe it. I was being licked by a younger girl. She licked and teased me as I approached a powerful, much-needed climax. I felt her tongue slowly stroking my pussy. When she touched my clit, I shuddered with pleasure and gasped. As the pressure increased, she stroked faster. Damn, it felt good. I began to push myself hard against Heather's beautiful face as I felt her tongue enter my hole for the first time.
"Mmmmmm. Damn. That feels good." I moaned as I grabbed Heather's head and pulled her tightly into my pussy. Her nose rubbed my clit while she licked and sucked my genitals.
I instinctively started fucking my cousin's face as I approached an orgasm I would have had even if someone had surprised us. Her tongue, sliding in and out of my hole and touching my clit while I pounded her face, brought me over the edge. I exploded in a powerful orgasm. I collapsed onto the bed with a loud groan of exhaustion.
Heather slowly pulled her face out from between my legs and looked up at me. I looked down and giggled. When I saw her wet face, I asked if I'd made the mess. She giggled too, moved closer, and kissed me on the lips. Our kiss soon turned into a hot, passionate French kiss as I licked and sucked as much of my pussy juice off her face as I could find. We hugged and kissed for several minutes before telling Heather I needed to take a bath.
Heather begged me to let her bathe with me. I took her hand and grabbed my clothes to get dressed in when I was done, as well as some clothes for her. I slowly opened the door to see if anyone was there, and together we ran naked into the bathroom. Inside, we giggled about running around the house naked. When we were finished, we got dressed and went about our nightly activities. That night in bed, we continued talking about her and her daddy having sex. I wanted to know all the details, including how it had felt the first time and how it felt now. "Do you think he would fuck me?" I blurted out. "I... I... I... I... I... I don't know." She hesitated before answering. We soon fell asleep, but the thought of being fucked by my aunt's husband turned me on so much that I had to plan it. I spent the next week thinking about how I could get Henry's cock into my virgin pussy as soon as possible. Heather and I were now in the mood for oral sex as often as we could be. I would lick her, then she would lick me. We even did it at the same time. I realized that Heather wanted more than just my tongue in her pussy, so this desire to be fucked by Henry was just as strong for Heather as it was for me.
I finally found a solution. I figured if I could get Mom to go to the hairdresser with her sister to get her hair done and maybe a manicure and pedicure while Dad was at work, the three of us would be home alone long enough for Henry to fuck us both.
What really confused me about the whole situation was why Heather's parents didn't have sex very often. I asked Heather about it one evening, and she said her father had told her her mother had been raised to believe the only purpose of sex was to have children. Since her father had been castrated and couldn't have any more children, she didn't see any reason for sex anymore. This confused me because, as far as I knew, my parents still had sex, and I was sure they didn't intend to have any more children. Since Heather's mother and mine were twins, they should have been raised that way too. I guess this bothered me for several reasons, one of which was self-interest. I thought if they really weren't having sex, maybe I could get my father to sleep with me too, but I needed to gather more information before I did that. Next step: a conversation with my mother.
Heather and her mother decided to spend some time alone one day, and although Henry was still working from home, I managed to get my mother to talk on her own. While Heather and her mother were gone, I decided to help my mother in the kitchen.
“Mom, can we talk about something?” I always asked.
"Yes. You can always come to me with anything." She answered quickly.
After thinking about what I wanted to say and how, I started the conversation with: "One of my friends told me that her parents hadn't had sex for years because her mother believed the only reason for sex was to have children, and since they weren't planning on having any more, sex wasn't necessary. What do you think about that? Is that true?"
Mom seemed a little surprised that I asked such a thing, especially since I was only 15 years old, but finally she replied: "Some people are raised that way by their parents for some reason. Why did your friend ask you about it?"
“My girlfriend’s father is having sex with someone else because he doesn’t get it at home, and my girlfriend is wondering if that’s okay or not,” I explained.
“Oh, I see. Now, first of all: don’t interfere. You shouldn’t express your opinion, because if it’s not what your friend wants to hear, it will eventually cause problems between you two, and you could lose a friend,” Mom said sternly to me. After a short pause, she added, “Between you and me, that’s how my sister and I were raised.”
I was too deep into it to stop, so I went all in. "So, are you two still doing, you know, ... you know ... it?"
She blushed slightly, turned away and said, "Yes. Quite often."
"Even if I've been told not to have sex?" I wondered.
“Well, I was stubborn and did what I wanted. I enjoy having sex with your father, so it wouldn’t matter if the Pope himself told me it was wrong. I would still sleep with your father,” she said.
“Back to the main question: Do you think if a woman refuses to have sex with her husband, should he be allowed to have sex with someone else?” I asked, as I delved deeper into the matter.
Mom looked at me as if trying to figure out who my friend was and whether I meant my father. Finally, she said, "Between you and me, right?" I shook my head to keep it a secret. "Mother's out of luck. Men are nothing but dogs on two legs. If a dog's female won't give it to him, he'll find another female to mate with. It's the same with men. They'll fuck, excuse my language, anyone and anything they can... well... get their hands on. If the woman won't give it to them, they'll just get it somewhere else. Is that wrong? Probably, but it's going to happen anyway. They'll do it anyway, just because they're men. Do you understand that?"
"I think so. Thank you," I told her when we had finished dinner.
We worked mostly in silence while I reflected on what I'd been told. What I learned was that Henry had told Heather the truth and that his wife probably wasn't having sex with him. That was good. I also knew that Mom and Dad were still sleeping together, so I wasn't even going to try to get Dad's cock in my pussy. Ultimately, it was probably wrong that Henry and Heather were sleeping together, but if they both wanted it and were happy, then I guess that was what mattered most.
I knew from one of our evening conversations with Heather that her mother knew nothing about it and didn't want her to find out that the two of them had sex. I wanted to comply with this request, especially since I wanted to be there too.
I knew my time would be limited, so over the next few days I devised a plan to leave Heather, Henry, and me home alone for a few hours. With some persuasion, I managed it, and Mom called and arranged to meet us a few days later after lunch. They would be gone all afternoon, so the plan was for us all to go out for dinner that evening.
Heather and I knew we had to clean up the kitchen right after lunch while our mothers left the house. This meant we had to hurry so we could spend as much time as possible with Henry. We also wanted to be freshly shaved. That would take time too, so we had no choice but to shave before lunch. To avoid drawing attention to ourselves, Heather went first and took care of her pubic hair, and when she was finished, I did the same. I was so nervous about having Henry's cock inside me that I was shaking like a leaf trying to remove the stubble around my pussy. I don't know how I managed not to cut myself, but I did, and it looked really good.
The closer it got to our mothers leaving, the more nervous I became. Heather wasn't nervous at all. She'd been fucked by her father many times, so she knew exactly what to expect. After lunch was over and our mothers were gone, we quickly cleaned the kitchen. Then it was on to the next part of the game.
Heather and I freshened up and went into my bedroom to undress. Since we were both naked, it was time to bring Heather's father into my room. I lay down on my bed and waited. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would explode, and if Heather didn't bring her father in soon, I would pass out. Heather left my room to get her father, who was working in the guest room. The challenge for Heather was to get him to come into my room instead of having sex with her in his. I'm not sure what she ended up telling him, but she was supposed to find him and tell him she wanted to be fucked in my room. Then she was supposed to tell him I had gone to a friend's house and it was just the two of them alone. We thought he was going to explode and not think twice about having sex with his daughter in my bedroom.
I watched him closely and finally saw Henry come through the door. When he saw me lying naked on the bed, he asked us what was wrong. I told him what had happened. I explained that I was still a virgin and wanted him to fuck me. He told Heather to get a towel and some lube. Heather soon came back with the things, and I was told to get up and lie down on the towel. He said it was to protect the bed in case I bled from losing my virginity. Seconds later, he was naked too, and I started to have doubts. His cock must have been at least 8 inches long and so thick that I could barely wrap my fingers around it. "Now it's too late," I thought. Henry leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. Then he whispered in my ear, "Are you sure you want to do this? It's going to hurt."
I replied, "Yes."
He took the lube and spread some of it on his rock-hard cock. Then he took some more and spread it on my labia. Then he squirted a big dollop into my pussy with one finger. I could feel the lube touching my labia, but he didn't stop. He started sliding his finger into my tight hole. He pushed the lube just below my labia, but not so far as to deflower me. After my entrance was filled with lube, my outer labia were completely lubricated, and his own hard cock was also coated, he started to get into position. Heather stood beside the bed, waiting her turn.
Henry aimed his cock at my hole, and as soon as it was just below my outer labia, he let go. He started kissing me and even put his tongue in my mouth. I was so busy playing tongue wars with him that I didn't even notice he'd managed to get the head of his cock inside me. He pushed until I started moaning in pain as my pussy was torn open. He pushed until he found my hymen, then pulled back a little. He worked his way in and out of my hole, pushing my hymen in, but stopped before it tore.
I trusted him to know what to do, so I said nothing about the pain. It hadn't become unbearable yet, but I knew it would soon. He thrust in and out of the entrance, making sure all the parts were in place.
were well lubricated.
“It’s time,” Henry said.
"Okay," I groaned.
"Last chance to get out," he said to me.
"Do it. Please fuck my hole," I begged.
"Think about something other than what's going on down there. When you're ready, take a deep breath. Hold it until I'm completely inside you." "Then let it out," Henry commanded.
"Okay." I agreed.
As I did as he said, I couldn't help but think back to Heather's tongue play. I relaxed, savoring the memory of her delicate tongue teasing my clitoris. I took a deep breath and held it, just as I'd wanted. Henry withdrew, and when he found the right moment, he thrust his hips against mine and slid his massive cock into my pussy, tearing my hymen wide open.
“Ouch!!! Shit!!!” Ouch!!!”, I screamed.
Heather reached out and took my hand to show me she was there for me. I heard her say, "Just relax, and the pain will go away soon." I tried to follow her advice, but the pain persisted. Henry's thick cock was so deep inside me that his balls were resting on my buttocks. Henry wiped the tears from my cheeks and said everything would be alright. I wanted him to pull out, but at the same time, I wanted him inside me. I think I preferred him inside rather than out because I'd never told him to pull out.
He'd been inside me for about ten minutes before I got used to it. I'm not sure if I'd gotten used to it or if I was numb with pain. To figure it out, I started pulling my ass away from his cock, then pushing him back and letting his cock slide back into my pussy. I did this a few times without any sharp pain. He started to understand I was ready, and he slowly, and very slowly, he began to fuck my pussy with his huge cock. Another ten minutes passed, and we were now in full-on fucking mode. He thrust in and out, and finally, he was pounding into my pussy so hard that I could feel his balls bouncing off my little teenage ass.
"Oh, damn. That feels good. Yes! Yes!! Yes!!! Oh, damn, YES!!! Get my pussy with your cock!", I begged.
I wanted more. I HAD to have more. I wanted his cum to fill my pussy. My breathing became heavy and rapid as my moans grew louder. I glanced over and saw Heather fingering her pussy while I was being fucked by Daddy's big cock. I watched Heather as I felt her daddy pounding my pussy. His cock hit my clit every time he was fully inside me. Without much warning, I reached the peak of my orgasm and immediately began to tremble. I bounced around, trying to be in the right place at the right time. I reached the tip and sprayed my cum all over his cock. There was so much cum that it ran down his shaft, making him even wetter. The extra warm lube from my pussy cum did the rest, and he exploded inside my once-virgin pussy. He pumped and pumped, unloading more cum than I would have thought possible from a man. He slowed his thrusts, but still slid in and out of my pussy effortlessly. I could feel his semen, mixed with my juices, being drawn out of my tight pussy each time he withdrew his cock. The juices ran down my labia, into my ass crack, and down onto the bed. I was really glad he let me put down the towel to catch all the semen. Henry finally pulled his cock out of my opening, leaving me feeling lonely and empty. Once he was completely out, he leaned over and kissed me one last time.
Henry got out of bed and I slowly sat up. Blood, male semen, and female semen were all over the towel and my vulva. He told Heather to get water and a cloth and let her gently clean my sore vulva. It took a while until I was clean and got out of bed.
Time was running out, and Heather desperately needed to be fucked by her father. She told him to lie down on the bed and gently took his cock into her lips. He instantly sprang back to life. She brought him to the brink of another explosion before pulling out. Heather got on all fours and told her father to fuck her like a dog. He didn't need to be told twice. I watched as he fucked his daughter so hard I thought he'd shove his cock out of her mouth. There were slapping sounds and wet pussy-fucking noises as Henry fucked his daughter doggy-style.
"Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck your little daughter's pussy. Yes! Oh, Daddy, I love you. Fuck me. Fuck me hard! Shoot your sperm deep inside me. I want to carry your sperm around with me all night. Yes, right there! That's the spot! Yes! OH, DAMN IT, YES!!!" Heather screamed. That was it. Heather came and began to shake uncontrollably. Not a minute later, her daddy filled her cunt with his sperm until her pussy was dripping with Daddy's sperm. As time ran out, he pulled his cock out of her dripping pussy. They stood up and kissed each other lovingly. Henry went and washed his cock while Heather cleaned her pussy. Heather and I got dressed before we were caught, and since our mothers weren't home yet, we kissed each other with a loving, passionate French kiss. Mom came home, we soon got dressed, and went to eat. We all had fun, and since Henry, Heather, and I were more relaxed, we had a great time. It wasn't easy, but we managed to have a threesome a few more times before my aunt, her husband, and Heather went back to work. Only a few weeks had passed, and I began to feel lonely, rejected, and empty. Now I knew why Mom and Dad had told me for years to wait until I was older to have sex. Once you're a virgin, it's hard to satisfy your sexual needs. I soon resorted to fingering myself, and with some effort, I was eventually able to satisfy my needs until I found a boy to fuck.
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