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Excitement of Her First Apartment
by Obmuj (address withheld)
edited by knivesreturns

***

Yancy was a charming young girl who had just finished 
high school and already had a job lined up, and 
accepted to a college. With help from her family, she 
was soon decorating her very own apartment. A virgin; a 
virgin on the verge, Yancy found love in ways she 
couldn't have known before moving into her own pad. 
(M+/F-teen, voy, reluc, bi, inc, orgy) 

***

"No, I can't... please let me up... don't do this, 
please Mr. Prather... Oh, what are you...? Mr. Prather, 
what are you going to? No Mr. Prather!"

"Yancy, call me Randy."

"Okay... Randy... you must stop... no, please... don't 
take my panties off." 

Yancy felt embarrassment and some unknown passion at 
the same time, as the older man moved his hands all 
over the crotch of her panties. Then to her amazement, 
Yancy felt a male finger slip inside the leg band of 
her panties for the first time, pushing them to one 
side so his fingers were able to pull at the pubes over 
her sex, and a finger was sliding up into her sex. 

Attempting to hold the man's arm so he couldn't probe 
her virgin sex with his finger, Yancy felt herself 
starting to enjoy the feeling of his finger in her. 
"NO! Stop Randy let me up, and we'll talk about this 
later, like the next time you come over. I will let you 
then... your hurting me, take... take your finger out 
of me... ohhhh, noooo!" 

Then Yancy felt arousal coursing between her thighs and 
at the same time Randy was once more sucking and 
nibbling at her nipples. Suddenly the finger inside her 
caused her some pain and she cried out for the man to 
stop. 

Her hips were moving as Yancy was trying to escape the 
man's probing fingers. How many he now was using, Yancy 
didn't know. She tried to stop her hips from moving 
from the persuasive stimulation the fingers were 
creating in her sex. Yet for Yancy it wasn't helping, 
as the more she tried to escape from the fingers in her 
sex, the more she wanted to feel them, 

"Please, no more Randy... I'm really a virgin... oh you 
must stop." 

Yancy could feel his fingers yet, she wanted them ever 
deeper and deeper. She wanted something else... 

"What do I want, for his fingers to be in her even 
deeper?" Yancy asked herself. 

"I told you Randy, I'm not that kind of girl. Randy! 
You must... oh you must stop. I'll let you touch me... 
if I can put my panties and bra back on... no Randy... 
please stop... don't suck on my breasts... augh, 
Randy!" 

"Ohhhh... Randy... you mustn't put your lips on me down 
there. I... Randy, oh no... don't lay on me like 
that... aughhhh!" 

Yancy cried out as the man who was as old as her 
father, and his best friend, was attempting to put his 
large erection into her body. Yancy begged the older 
man to stop, as she felt the tip of his manhood trying 
to gain entrance to her virginal body. 

"Randy, no... you're hurting me, stop. I'm a virgin... 
no!"

"How did this start and happen?" the comely teen girl 
wondered, as she pushed her hands and arms against his 
strong body.

*****

Watching through his telescope, with the camera 
recoding it all onto his computer's disk, the man had 
affixed to capture shooting stars, comets and other 
celestial bodies, Peter was beside himself as he saw 
the young girl about to have sex in her bathroom. 

"My god, no man has a cock that's huge, at least 10-
inches long, and damn it's as thick as her wrist... How 
will that young girl take that monster into her tender 
body?" 

Peter spoke out loud, although no one else was in the 
room of his home with him. 

*****

Young, and finally getting her own apartment, 18-year-
old Yancy Adams feels excitement to surpass any thing 
that had ever happened in her young life. Obtaining an 
apartment, after sharing a room with two other sisters 
while growing up, was going to give her such personal 
satisfaction. 

Yancy knew she could ask her friend Loretta Parsons to 
spend a night with her. 

Her family consisted of Betsy who was 15, Cindy 12, and 
Jessi who was 5, were her three sisters. Her five 
brothers, Martin 17, Robert, Jr. 13, Greg, 10, Lloyd 8, 
and Tim, the baby of the family was 3-years-old. 

Her father, Robert had just turned 41, and still, 
handsome-looking. He left for work each morning at his 
own CPA firm.

Mona, Yancy's mother, was an older version of herself. 
They swam nude, together, in the small pool behind the 
built-up, creek-rock and concrete dam her father had 
built for a swimming area. 

Yancy could not believe her mother had nine children as 
she was still so shapely. There were hardly any stretch 
marks on her pale skin, except at the top of her upper 
thighs, near where her legs joined her body.

Having her own apartment was going to be such fun. Best 
of all, she would have a place all to herself; her own 
space, that would be hers and hers alone. When her 
father gave her the money needed to pay the first 
months rent and deposit, Yancy hugged him as they stood 
in the basement of their home. 

"Honey, you must not tell your mother, sisters or 
brothers, but I'm going to fix up two rooms here in the 
basement for Betsy and Cindy. That way, they can have 
their own rooms. I want it as a surprise, and according 
to the contractor, it will only take two weeks. Then, 
Little Jessi can have your old room. 

The boys will be able to split up their rooms, so the 
oldest of my sons will always have his personal room, 
as I'm putting another room on the back of the house. 
Her father had explained all this to Yancy, and told 
her that he owed her that much, so he gave her the 
money needed to be on her own. 

You mustn't tell the others. The contractors are 
supposed to start work on the additions on the Saturday 
the tenth, as we are leaving on vacation the ninth. You 
will need to check each day on how things are going, 
and I've arranged for you to purchase the furniture you 
need for your new home. With that, Robert handed Yancy 
a check for $1,000 she'd need to furnish her apartment. 

After telling Yancy all of his plans, he smiled and 
told her to not let any of this out. "Yancy, I'm so 
proud of what you've accomplished during your young 
life; being valedictorian of your senior class, and 
earning a full scholarship." He kissed her cheek as he 
added, "I can't believe you earned a 4.5 grade point 
average." 

Robert had inherited his parent's farm after they 
passed away. He sold the back 80 acres which provided 
him with the money to remodel the farm home where he 
was raised. 

"Yancy, again I ask you not to speak to anyone about 
all I've said to you today. Now, allow me to have one 
of the keys to your apartment so I can drop in whenever 
you need something done. I'll never enter your place 
without calling you first. You're so much like your 
mother." 

*****

Three weeks before, Yancy Elizabeth Adams had finished 
high school; she had immediately enrolled in the junior 
college a dozen miles from her home town. She also 
applied for a work at the local medical center. When 
the office manager found out the teenager was going to 
study nursing, along with her courses in high school; 
she was hired immediately. 

During her junior and senior high school years, Yancy 
took home health care and nurses' aid classes at the 
junior college. This gave Yancy a heads up in gaining 
entrance to nursing school. Her full scholarship 
impressed Dean Dorothy Brooks, of the nursing school, 
as did her many educational achievements. This enabled 
Yancy to obtain the part-time employment of 30 hours a 
week. 

*****

"No, Yancy, you can't move out and leave me alone with 
Cindy and now Jessi will move into my room, so I still 
have no room of my own," Betsy, her 15-year-old sister 
was telling Yancy.

The two sisters were standing in their room as Yancy 
was packing the last of her clothes, and she asked 
Betsy, "Want to go furniture shopping with me, I'd like 
you help in selecting the things I need."

They slipped on their sandals and got into the used 
Eclipse that Yancy had purchased with the money she 
saved from working. In moments they were on the 
Interstate, headed toward Dayton. Her father suggested 
a specific store as the owner was a client of his, and 
it was an independent place. The sisters walked in and 
looked around. 

The sales clerk asked if they needed help, but Yancy 
told her that she wanted to look around first. 

"What all do you need to get Yancy, her sister Betsy 
asked?"


"I'm going to get a sleeper sofa of some type. I saw a 
photo in an ad, and it showed the back folded down so 
that you didn't need to pull the whole thing out." 
Yancy told her sister. 

"It looked big enough for me to sleep on without 
letting the back down."

Walking into the sleeper sofa area, Betsy, with 
excitement in her voice said, "Look, Yancy, the pretty 
yellow one, and the legs are chrome... its neat!" 

Setting down on the sofa, Yancy liked the way it felt 
as she rested on the unit, and then she lay back to see 
how it felt if she was sleeping. "This feels really 
comfortable, and standing up, looked at the price tag 
and saw it was regularly $459.99, but was on sale for 
$300. 

The sales lady had been observing the two young girls 
and was not certain if they were really interested in a 
purchase or perhaps trying to steal something. Walking 
to the office, she told Mr. Prather that she thought 
the girls may be trying to steal something, and then 
she confronted Yancy and Betsy. 

"Please, don't lie on the furniture or sit on it as you 
will get it dirty."

The tone in her voice and the petty accusations caused 
Yancy to take an immediate dislike to the woman, and 
she asked, "Is Mr. Prather here? I would like to speak 
with him personally, if you don't mind." 

"He is busy at the moment, so I will help you. If 
you're not interested in purchasing something, you 
should leave."

Having been in the store a couple of times with her 
father; she knew Mr. Prather. Yancy walked into his 
office, as the door was open, and spoke to the owner, 
"Hello, Mr. Prather, could you assist my sister and me? 
We seem to be a problem for the lady on the floor." 

"How nice to see you, Yancy, and your father says 
you're moving into your own apartment; becoming an 
adult now. And Betsy, you're looking so pretty. What 
are you now? Fifteen, I believe."

"Yes, I'll be 16 in two months, and then I get my 
driver's license. I'll be able borrow my favorite 
sister's car to drive." 

"What can I do for you Yancy? You say Mrs. Murphy is 
upsetting you. Come on... I'll see if we can't get you 
what you need." 

Mr. Prather looked at the pretty image in front of him. 
If the girl wasn't the daughter of not only his 
accountant, but a close golfing friend, his lascivious 
mind would soon have a conversation over dinner with 
the brown-haired beauty. 

"I think the yellow sleeper sofa will be just right, 
but I need a table and chairs, and a couple of end 
tables, and perhaps a small living room chair."

After tagging the sleeper as sold, and Yancy saw her 
name on the sold ticket, Mr. Prather looked on his 
inventory sheet and told Yancy, "I have this in a deep 
royal blue and also in black if you would like to see 
them in back." 

"Yancy, lets see the blue... it's my favorite color in 
the whole world. Remember when I wanted to paint our 
bedroom blue at home; and mom had a fit, but, dad let 
us," Betsy laughing, commented.

"Sure, we can look at if Mr. Prather does not have a 
problem showing it to us," Yancy replied. As they 
walked into the warehouse area of the store, Yancy saw 
a corner bench that had a table with it, and asked Mr. 
Prather how much it cost. When he told her it was going 
on sale next week for $199, he would let her have it 
today, if she wanted it at that price. 

They walked over and looked at the deep royal blue 
sleeper, and immediately, both she and Betsy decided it 
was the one they wanted instead of the yellow one. Mr. 
Prather showed her a couple of end tables, which had a 
cocktail table with them, and they had been used as 
floor models for more than a year. 

"Yancy, they match the finish of the corner bench 
dining table, and if you want them, they will be $100 
for all."

Walking back out to the show room, Mr. Prather led the 
sisters over to where the chairs were located, and 
immediately Yancy saw a rocker, with padding on the 
arms and a cushion attached to the chair seat, and the 
wood finish was the same as the tables and corner table 
and bench. 

"Look, Oh Betsy I love the chair, all I need is a cat 
on my lap and I could be an old maid."

Looking at the price tag, Yancy saw it was $599.99 for 
the rocker, and after adding up the prices on the small 
tablet the price of the four items, Yancy saw she would 
have $1, 198.99, and her father had given her a check 
for a $1,000 and this meant she was just short by about 
$200 for everything she wanted.

Thinking if she didn't take the corner table and bench 
she'd have enough to purchase the chair, and yet she 
needed a place to eat and do her home work. Even 
dropping the three living room tables would leave her a 
$100 short. Telling Mr. Prather how much money she had 
to spend on the furniture, she explained her problem to 
him. 

Mr. Prather saw her dilemma and thought, "If I drop 
$200 from the price of the rocker, "I will not make 
anything on the total items she wanted." Thinking for a 
moment, he said, "Yancy, I will lower the price of the 
rocker by a hundred, and, you can pay off the balance 
over a few months." 

Jerkily, Yancy flopped down on the chair and didn't 
notice her skirt flipped enough that Mr. Prather got a 
view of her pubic hair peeking outside the leg of her 
panties.

The excited girl had her legs spread when she had sat 
down and his lust-filled eyes were treated to the silky 
smoothness of her teenage legs. Due to her excitement, 
Yancy did not close her legs nor pull her skirt down, 
and Betsy seated in a chair next to her sister, didn't 
see her sister's crotch on display. No one but Mr. 
Prather was viewing the charms of this innocent, 18-
year-old girl. 

"Mr. Prather, you're so nice. I will invite you to be 
my first guest and I will fix you're your favorite 
meal. What do you want me to cook for you?"

Thinking of the one-liner he had remembered hearing as 
a kid growing up on the farm in Idaho; he wanted to 
tell Yancy, "A sheep herders special," which had the 
punch line, "Which is a piece of ewe." 

Instead, "I love roast beef, mashed potatoes with great 
gravy from the roast drippings, and steamed asparagus 
spears, and home made peach pie with cinnamon ice 
cream." 

Smiling, he asked, "Is tomorrow too soon for that 
dinner? I will have the men deliver your purchases this 
afternoon. Deal on everything?" 

As she stood up, she exposed even more of her panty 
covered sex. Again, Randy Prather saw what must be a 
massive thick growth of hair between his young 
customer's shapely curvaceous young legs.

Feeling a little flirty, Yancy had for the first time 
in her life decided to be a little bold, and expose her 
upper legs. How much she was exposing was not known to 
her or she would have closed her legs. 

"Does Mr. Prather enjoy seeing my legs; does he think 
they are sexy?" Yancy asked herself.

*****

Rushing home, she had Betsy help her load her boxes of 
things into her brother Martin's pickup. He and his 
buddy, Jerry Marshall carried out the larger and heavy 
boxes. 

Her mom told her to make one last check of her room and 
bathroom to be certain she hadn't missed anything. Mona 
had Betsy and Cindy assist her in carrying out some new 
linen, towels, a new set of dishes, and cooking pots 
and pans, and two large skillets and one small one for 
frying eggs. Knowing her daughter was short on cash, 
and that the move had been the talk of the household 
every night over dinner, Mona had also purchased a 
toaster, mixer, deep fryer, a microwave, an electric 
skillet, and a can opener. 

The set of knives had been bought by Yancy's sisters, 
and her brothers, who had chipped in for an area rug, 
and a couple of throw rugs. Her father had tricked her 
into giving him a key to her apartment and while she 
was shopping the majority of items had been moved to 
her apartment. 

Robert had spoken to his friend, Randy and asked that 
he be sure to have the purchases delivered as soon 
after his daughter left the store, so the family's 
surprise could be in her apartment when they delivered 
her things. About an hour passed before Randy's 
delivery driver called and said the furniture had been 
delivered, and to everyone's surprise the off white, 
area rug was only a foot short on each side of the 
room. 

Robert found out about the decision his daughter made 
when she found she was short a couple of hundred, as 
his friend had called him. He told Randy he would pay 
the amount when he was in the store the following week. 

"Randy, she will need some type of lamps for the tables 
you said she purchased. Set aside a pair that is only 
moderately priced, and also include a pair matching 
floor lamps.

"We are going to have some champagne and cheese when we 
are unpacked, but we need to have an excuse for her not 
to go with us to her apartment while we get everything 
arranged." 

Then he asked, "So Randy, if you would, call Yancy and 
tell her she failed to sign for the furniture and 
before it can be delivered. She has a small amount owed 
on the items, and it all needs to be signed for before 
she takes possession." 

"No problem, I will call her right away, and thanks for 
the business."

"Thank you, and by the way your invited to join us for 
the open house party, so follow her over under the 
pretense of needing to be certain the items get 
delivered without any damage." 

Yancy was not happy that she had to make the half hour 
drive back to the furniture store and then a half hour 
drive back. When her father told her to take Jessi and 
Tim with her, and she could use her mother's car as it 
had the car seats already in the back of the SUV. 

On the way to the apartment, Mona stopped at Kroger's 
and bought enough groceries to stock her panty and 
refrigerator and cabinets with everything necessary to 
set up a home. Being the worried mother, she purchased 
feminine products as she knew her daughter was due to 
start her period in the next few days, and she knew 
when the curse came on her daughter, Yancy would follow 
her normal routine and not have what she needed to get 
through her cycle. 

When Mona arrived at the house, she saw everything had 
been carried inside and Yancy's older sisters had even 
put all her clothes away, and Betsy told her, "Mom, I 
tried to put them in the same drawers she used at home 
in her dresser and chest of drawers, and look, I bought 
her this." 

To her surprise, Betsy was holding a large statue of 
the Pieta, and evidently expensive, but when she asked 
Betsy what it cost, she smiled and replied, "Mom, can I 
have my allowance for the next year?"

Everyone wanted to help put the groceries away, but 
other than the items for the refrigerator, she placed 
the items as near to where they would be at home. Mona 
couldn't wait until a month later to see how Yancy 
would have changed them to her own way of wishing them 
to be available. 

Robert's cell phone rang. It was Randy, calling and 
telling him that they were only about five minutes from 
the apartment.

"Robert, your daughter has been anxious to get to her 
new home - she has broken the speed limit by 10 to 15-
miles per hour." 

Listening to his friend chuckling, Robert said good 
bye, and then told his family, "Okay everyone, move 
your vehicles quickly and then run back here as your 
sister will be here in a few minutes."

Everyone hid behind the small partition that separated 
the kitchen from the combination living-bedroom room. 
They turned off the lights, and pulled the window 
shades shut to make it even darker in the apartment. 
When Yancy pulled up and parked; she was surprised that 
none of her family's vehicles were at her place. Randy 
even added to her concern by commenting, "Where in the 
heck is my delivery crew? Did you see the truck as we 
came here? Guess they must have gotten lost." 

Randy helped Yancy get the children from her mother's 
SUV. He was holding Tim in his arms, while standing 
behind the pretty teenager. To his surprise, when she 
bent to unfasten the straps on the car seat holding 
Jessi; he saw that the back of Yancy's upper legs were 
exposed as her skirt had ridden up her legs. The slight 
breeze lifted her skirt to where he could view the 
under curve of her hips. 

"Looking at the short skirts the girl was wearing today 
was just like those in the 60's... revealing," Randy 
thought.

They made small talk as they walked down to the 
sidewalk to the efficiency apartment. It had been a 
three car garage on the back of the property of the 
large older home. The owner had built a new garage 
attached to the house. Unlocking the door for Yancy, 
and opening it for her, she stepped inside and searched 
for the light switch. 

After finding the switch, she flipped it and the sight 
before her eyes was enough to shock her, and then her 
family ran toward her and cried out, 

"Welcome home, Yancy!"

Her eyes filled with tears, and her sisters all hugged 
her, then Mona reached out and taking her eldest 
daughter in her arms, hugged, and kissed her. 

Everything was in place, including lamps. She knew her 
parents had to have done this for her. Then her eyes 
fell on the favorite piece of art; The Pieta statue, 
sitting on her new cocktail table. She read the card 
that lay by it, and saw Betsy had purchased the gift 
for her. She cried ever harder. 

"Mommy, daddy, everyone, oh thank you all, my brothers 
and sisters," and only then did Yancy realized she was 
standing on carpet, and again was amazed, and thankful.

No one had noticed that Randy had walked out the door, 
and when he returned he was carrying a large item in 
his hand, and he handed it to Yancy and told her, "For 
my favorite customer, and I hope you enjoy this gift." 

Laying the item on her new table, Yancy unwrapped the 
gift, and eased the bright royal blue ribbon from 
around the package, and from the shape, she knew it was 
a print or photograph. After removing the wrapping, 
there before her eyes and those of her family and 
others, who had shown up to see her new apartment, was 
a serigraph of Miro's "Kettle Drum." 

Robert walked over to where his friend was standing, 
and reached out, shook Randy's hand and said, "Old 
friend, what can I say to you? I'll hang that lovely 
piece of art for my daughter... and thank you very 
much." 

After the delivery crew got a hammer and some small 
nails from their truck took box, Robert and Randy hung 
the beautiful silk-screen behind the sofa bed that 
Yancy had purchased. The surprised teenager did not 
understand when her mother asked her to see if there 
was any bottled water of soda left in the fridge. When 
Yancy opened the door of the refrigerator, she could 
not believe what her eyes were taking in. 

Yancy knew that her mother must have done this and as 
she opened the doors in the cabinets and kitchen 
pantry, she saw it was stocked with food and 
appliances. A microwave was hooked up and the clock was 
set at the current time. Robert walked out to the 
kitchen and he and Randy opened the champagne, while 
Mona and Betsy cut the cheese and set out the crackers. 

By 8:00 PM, the group was leaving and Randy handed 
Yancy his card and told her if she had any problems 
with the items to give him a call and he had written 
his cell phone number on the card. She kissed his 
cheek, and told him to stop by Monday and she would 
have his promised dinner ready. The last to leave was 
her father and Betsy, and her mother had taken the 
other children with her, and her brother drove off in 
his truck. 

*****

After everyone was gone, Yancy looked at her apartment 
and retraced her steps three or four times. She didn't 
pay attention to how many times, but she found it 
wonderful to look at every item in her new home. She 
looked at all the food items in the cabinets, and in 
the refrigerator. As she gazed at each of the small 
appliances, she laughed to see the tea kittle shaped 
like a cooper rooster. Even the hand towels for the 
kitchen were decorated with roosters, and her mother 
knew she loved items decorated with roosters, when they 
had would shop together. The rug on the floor of the 
kitchen in front of the sink had a picture of a 
rooster. 

Then her eye took in a 5 x7 wall plaque of an old 
rooster and a cute drawing of a chicken. The rooster 
was crowing, and the inscription on the top of the 
plaque read, "Cock-A-Doodle-Do" and illustrated to 
reflect it coming from the beak of the rooster. The 
bottom wording was to be coming from the cute hen 
chicken, and it read, "Any-Old-Cock-Will-Do". 

Even with her slightly religious beliefs, Yancy had to 
bust out laughing as she could comprehend the dual 
meaning of the wording. Looking, Yancy saw a small card 
attached to the piece of wire holding the item to the 
nail, and it was signed, "Just for the cutest chick to 
be on her on, watch out for what the "Cock-A-Doodle-
Might-Do-To-You-Chick-Yancy," and it was signed, 
Martin. 

"My ornery brother, Martin, you are such a rooster, no 
make that a cock if what Melea Griffin says is true," 
Yancy said out loud to her self. Melea had told her 
yesterday that her brother could not get enough of 
pushing his big bad thing up her... like you know 
where... Yancy, I can't get enough of him, he is so 
good when he does me." 

Laughing at the small homespun piece of art, Yancy 
remembered when she and Martin had see each other nude 
at the creek, a year ago, and after a few minutes of 
being embarrassed they had swam together in the water 
behind the small dam. For more than two hours, they had 
enjoyed playing and swimming in the creek, and when 
Martin had lain on the creek bank in the sun, she 
finally rose from the water and lay beside him. 

Yancy was still innocent in her beliefs. She knew her 
mother would disprove of her, and her brother being in 
the nude together. 

She would likely tell her, "Daughter of mine, be 
careful, your brother, after all is a male." 

While laying nearly against her brother, Yancy had 
turned and lay on her side and facing her brother, had 
moved until she was laying with her head on his chest, 
and looking at his face as they spoke.

When Martin moved his hand out and stroked her stomach 
and almost to her breasts and down her stomach to where 
her pubic hair grew, Yancy felt disappointment when he 
did not touch her on those parts of her body. Turning 
with her back to her brother, she asked him to rub her 
back, and as she was now facing toward his feet, she 
saw his penis, and it was in what she knew was the 
erect state, giggling to herself, Yancy knew her own 
brother found her pleasant to gaze upon. 

In her innocent manner, Yancy did not consider her 
sexuality to be the cause of her brother being erect. I 
know what Melea meant about him being large, as she 
thought about seeing him nude.


*****

Looking around in her own apartment, Yancy once more 
looked at each thing she could see without opening any 
doors or drawers. Then she realized, someone had placed 
a television in the corner of the room, and looking 
closely saw it was the one from her mother's bedroom, 
and sure enough, it was hooked up to the cable outlet. 

Turning on the set, she found the station with the old 
movies, and decided she would try out the bath in her 
new home. The bathroom was located in the back corner 
of the previous garage building, and on the opposite 
side of the bathroom wall, was the kitchen, which 
allowed the water and drains for the two rooms to join 
up and saved money when the place was converted to an 
efficiency apartment. 

Turning on the water, and after having it adjusted to 
suit her, Yancy flipped the handle so the tub would 
fill. Her bubble bath bottle was on the side of the 
tub, just like at home and she poured in more than 
enough to create the amount of bubbles she needed. 
Undressing, Yancy removed her blouse and skirt, and she 
had loved the wall in the bathroom when she first 
looked at the apartment, and it was one reason she had 
selected the apartment from the other two she had 
looked at with her mother. 

The wall had been covered from floor to ceiling with 
mirrored tile, and she stood looking at her image in 
her bra and panties. Kicking off her sandals, Yancy 
moved over to the shoe rack, and picked up a pair of 
mules. Slipping them on, she moved once more before the 
tiled mirrored wall, and looked at her image with only 
her bra and panties on, along with her shoes. Yancy was 
pretending to be dancing like a stripper. She had seen 
in a couple of movies, including the poorly done, 
Striptease. She made her own moves like a stripper, 
including bending over and looking between her legs. 

"Heck, maybe I should get me a job as a stripper, like 
Amy Steward did last year after finishing high school," 
Yancy thought. One day she had run into Amy at the DQ 
and over a coke, they spoke about how much money Amy 
made dancing. 

"Amy, don't you feel strange letting guys see you nude, 
and is it true, you put your hands on your "thing" 
while they watch you?"

"Not when I get $300 or more a night in tips, do I feel 
strange. And heck, when you finish school this coming 
June, look me up. Guys would love to see you nude." Amy 
added, "Heck, letting them see me on stage isn't any 
different than when guys stripped my clothes off in the 
back seat of his car, or in a motel room?" 

Seeing her image as she was bent over and her head 
between her legs, made her giggle. She tried to imagine 
why men would wish to view a woman's naked behind. She 
saw the tub was full, turned off the water, and removed 
her bra and panties as she faced the mirrors. 

Looking at her body in the large mirrored area, Yancy 
saw her breasts were pointed, with light-brown nipples 
that were small and stuck out from the darker areolas. 
Glancing downward, she noted that her pubes were brown 
and thick. She knew, from seeing the other girls in the 
shower after gym class, that hers was much thicker than 
the other girls she checked out. 

Her mother had told her a couple of weeks ago that she 
had more hair on her mons than she did. She had told 
her, "Yancy, I can't tell you what to do, but I believe 
men enjoy the lushness of the hair on a woman's sex. I 
hope, before you should ever trim or shave it off, you 
should think long and hard concerning any idea of 
removing even part of your growth." Then Mona said to 
her daughter, "It will never grow back like it was to 
start with, I know because look at mine." 

"You shaved yours off, really mom... when... why? Did 
you have what the girls in school call a baldy?"

"Yancy, if I ever wanted to kill your father...," Mona 
said, as she busted up laughing. "Was when he convinced 
me to shave it all off, and he even did it for me... I 
cried... and a week later your father told me, "grow it 
back, it pricks my face!" 

"Mother, how could it prick his face? MOM? you mean 
dad!"

"Yes, my charming daughter, and some day when your 
married, you will find out how wonderful oral sex can 
be, both receiving and giving... Is that enough of a 
sex class?" 

Before she got in the bath tub, Yancy, did a few more 
twists and turns and once more looked at her sex, both 
front and back and thought, "So Amy thinks I should 
show this off to guys... yuck, how gross." 

Stepping into the hot water, Yancy wasn't certain she 
could stand it so hot, but sat down in the tub and lay 
back with her eyes looking at the three small photos 
the previous tenant must have left on the wall at the 
end of the tub above the tile. They were of pixie-like 
girls, with sharp pointed body parts. Even their tiny 
breasts were illustrated with nail sharp nipples and 
breasts on their bony bodies. 

One print showed two female pixies; one with a massive 
bush between her legs. It seemed like it was partly 
braided, but really wasn't. Studying the prints, Yancy 
could see that the artist had highlighted the images of 
each pixie to make them look nearly three dimensional. 

She reflected, "Perhaps, I should have someone paint me 
in the nude in some type of fantasy image background. I 
could have flowers in my hair, even like in the book by 
D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover. Until now, I 
never understood why my mother insisted I read and 
study the writings in that book. She also, wanted me to 
read and study the 'Song of Solomon' in the Bible. 
Mother even made me study the story of Esther in the 
Bible, and how Lot's daughters had gotten their father 
drunk and became pregnant by him, after his wife had 
turned into a pillar of salt. They both illustrate that 
good and evil are written in any book, and you can 
interpret the writings with cruel and biased judgment 
when it comes to sex. My mother is religious, yet she 
has spoken so much of love between man and woman. No 
wonder she and dad had nine children." 

Stepping from the tub, Yancy walked over to where 
someone had set up three candles of different heights, 
on a small metal stand, and she light them, and 
returned to the tub after turning off the bathroom 
lights.

"Whoever decided to do the bathroom like this did a 
really great job. as far as I'm concerned," Yancy 
thought. "They put track lighting all around the room, 
so it is well lit. But with the dimmer switch, you 
could make it darker in here." 

"The large bathroom was is to become my favorite room," 
Yancy reflected, as she looked at the sliding door 
windows at the end of the room, and saw she could look 
out and see the sky.

*****

The area was somewhat dark, as the nearest street 
lights were at either end of the block, which was 
actually not even blocks, just long distances between 
the large plots that had been measured off when the 
land was developed. 

Behind the fence line was a large home which sat up 
higher on that side of the property. When you were in 
the back yard, you saw the back of the homes on the 
street behind the one where she lived. The house 
directly behind where she was looking showed the lights 
were on downstairs, but the upstairs rooms were dark. 

Unknown to Yancy, in the center room of the upstairs 
three bedrooms on the back of the home, was a man with 
a powerful telescope. Until tonight he had ignored the 
home behind him, and he had seen the older man who had 
lived in the converted garage often and even spoke with 
him fairly often when they were in the back yard 
together. 

When Mr. Paul passed away, Peter Masters missed their 
conversations, as Mr. Paul had been a high school 
science teacher, and had converted the garage into an 
efficiency apartment. After building another garage 
attached to the house, he moved into the apartment and 
lived there for nearly ten years. His only child, 
Margaret Bronson, lived in the house with her invalid 
husband. At 45-years of age, she was highly attractive, 
while her 47-year-old husband Edward, was suffered from 
ALS. 

Tilting his telescope down to view the apartment, he 
noted the young girl that had evidently moved into the 
apartment. According to Margaret, she was only 18-
years-old, but an excellent young woman, and her 
parents were professional people, the father a CPA, and 
the mother was a HWM of nine children. 

"What is a HWM, I've never heard of that degree or 
prefix for a professional person before," Peter asked.

"You men, an HMW is for Hard Working Mother," Margaret 
replied, and laughed so hard she ended up coughing from 
loss of breath. Peter had become friends with the 
attractive woman, and at times she would open the gate 
between their properties and stop in for a coffee and 
dessert. Likewise Peter did the same. A few times Peter 
wanted to reach out and hold the woman in his arms. 

A retired USAF Major General, he had been divorced 
since he was 30. Peter had saved his money. With his 
retirement and investment income, he was able to pursue 
his hobby of astronomy: meteors and the craters they 
created. He enjoyed trying to locate them as they sped 
past his telescopic field. 

His telescope had more practical applications ah he 
pointed it toward Yancy's apartment. With the light on 
in the bathroom window, he could see clearly inside. He 
focused in on the young girl who'd moved into the made-
over garage. Her face had a constant smile that was 
crowned with wavy brown hair that flowed down to her 
shoulders. Her body was reflected in a wall that was 
all mirrors, so he could view her from a variety of 
angles; back and front. 

His eyes took in the show, as she stripped down to a 
light blue bra; and panties, which had some design on 
the right front leg. 

"What is she doing? She's put on heels, and... hell, 
she is acting like a stripper! Her moves are not 
exact...! Her movements as a dancer are only innocent 
moves... ! Damn! Now she is bending over, and looking 
back between her legs! What a firm and wonderful 
body... She is pulling her panties off, and studying 
her ass reflected in the mirrors. She's moving her hips 
like she believes a dancer would do when she is nude on 
the runway. There's nothing I wouldn't give to find my 
cock buried inside her ass, between those perfect round 
globes." 

He felt like a voyeur, as his eyes were transfixed on 
her image through the lens and into her home. Yet he 
could not stop looking through the powerful scope. He 
watched, as she reached behind, and unfastened her bra. 
She dropped the cups, and her breasts were exposed to 
his eyes. Firm and pointed, they jiggled slightly as 
she danced. Two symmetrical cones, they seemed to be 
too perfect to be real. He had seen many exotic 
dancers, and had even bedded a few. But, never had he 
seen such full, yet pointed breasts adorning a woman's 
chest. 

"What would she say if she knew I'm about to view her 
sex, as he turned, faced the window, and slipped her 
fingers in the waist band of her panties. My god, has 
she got a thick bush! Hell, she has as thick a growth 
of hair on her mons as on her head. She is running her 
fingers through it, untangling it after being confined 
in her panties. Her fingers are moving to her prepuce. 
She must be squeezing her clitoris between her thumb 
and finger. Gawd, yes. I can't believe how she is 
stretching the hair outward from her body. It's so is 
long. She seems mesmerized with her own maiden hair, 
she is!!!" 

He watched her as she stepped into the bath tub, then 
got out after a while, lit candles, and turned the 
lights down lower. Peter felt a strong sense of 
disappointment as he knew his image of the girl was 
over for the night, 

His computer, however, was able to capture the faint 
images of objects in the night sky. While looking at 
the girl in the privacy of her apartment through the 
telescope, he had evidently turned on the camera. 

Using the mouse on the computer to guide him back 
through the time, he spent watching the girl. He 
discovered he had captured her completely from the time 
she studied her own body in the walled mirror. For some 
time, Peter repeatedly studied the images of the 
attractive and vivacious young teen girl. Thinking to 
himself, he noted, "Her actions in front of the mirror 
are similar to those in some movie I've seen. I can't 
believe I've captured the image of a young girl in all 
her innocence. Yes," Peter thought, "Her actions are 
those of an innocent girl who's unaware of how 
provocative she appears. 

*****

The following day, Yancy was awake and thought how she 
had only a couple more days to enjoy her apartment 
before starting her job. Puttering around, that is what 
her mother called doing nothing, but finding things to 
keep herself occupied. First Yancy rearranged her 
clothes hanging in the closet so they were grouped by 
type and season. Next she attacked the drawers of her 
dresser and then those in the chest of drawers. 

Moving her bras and panties from the top drawer in the 
chest, to the top left drawer in her new dresser seemed 
to make sense to Yancy, as this way she could view them 
when she wanted to wear a certain bra or panty. While 
looking at her lingerie, Yancy decided she was going to 
replace her current ones with some that are more 
exciting. They would have lace trim, and aren't all 
white or pastel color. 

Taking off her housecoat, and selecting a pair of 
panties that were the brightest she owned, a pair of 
bright green and nearly iridescent. Yancy found a black 
bra to wear. Walking into the bathroom, and placing the 
items on the top of the laundry hamper, Yancy could 
hear birds chirping in the back yard. Walking nude to 
the open and large window in the bathroom, she could 
feel the cool morning breeze that entered through the 
window. 

The window was actually one of the large glass sliding 
doors that had been part of the original garage and 
opened onto a concrete patio. There were wooden privacy 
fences on each side of the patio so the occupant could 
not be seen by anyone from the sides of the property. 
Looking out through the screen and to where one side of 
the patio was covered over by a roof, Yancy saw the 
birds singing and chirping away with such pleasure were 
red house finches. 

Standing in front of the screened window the teenager 
could view the large back yard and the small hill where 
she could view the houses on the next street over. It 
didn't enter Yancy's mind that some one could view her 
standing at the window in the nude, but once more the 
camera was capturing her image as the powerful lens of 
the telescope was trained on her body. 

Peter could not control the need to stroke his erection 
as he saw the girl move her right hand up and cup her 
left breast, and plainly view her finger and thumb 
pressing her nipple between them. To his amazement his 
eyes watched her other hand move down and play in the 
thick hair over her sex. 

*****

For the first time in her life since she was older, 
Yancy had the privilege of not having someone observing 
or sharing her room with her, and she was able to 
express satisfaction with her own body. The squeezing 
of her nipples between her fingers was something she'd 
never experienced. Automatically her left hand seemed 
to travel to her sex, as if it was seeking something on 
its own. 

Feeling the thickness of her maiden hair, Yancy was 
playing the fingers of her left hand through the thick 
growth of hair, and her middle finger moved, as if on 
its own, down and sought out the small penis shaped 
skin of her prepuce. "Umh, aughhhh," Yancy uttered 
softly, while exploring her own sex for the first time 
in her eighteen years of life. 

The feelings are so welcoming and yet so strange the 
young girl thought, "Why did my mother warn me not to; 
'Play with myself,' and only bad girls did so?'"

Then, she shuddered in the knowledge that came to her 
in response to her own question. 

"Desire for something more, like having a boy touch 
me... or someone handsome like Mr. Prather," she spoke 
out in a soft voice to confirm to her own ears that she 
had discovered the need to want more than to hold hands 
and a "buzz kiss" when her date brought her home after 
church or some date to a school function. 

Yancy recalled being with her brother when they were 
both nude. 

"Perhaps I will have Martin come over and we can see 
each other nude. Yes, I will have him over and we can 
bathe together in the tub," Yancy thought out loud. 

Yancy pondered why she had included Mr. Prather in her 
fantasy, but did recall showing him her thighs, without 
knowing he had seem more. Moving to the mirrored wall, 
she sat down on the floor and faced the mirrors, 
enabling her to look between her legs. For the first 
time in her life, Yancy felt the need to explore her 
body. As she pulled the thick hair to one side, she 
used the fingers on both hands to pull her labia open. 
Looking at her inner sex, she was amazed at the various 
folds inside her vagina. 

The small round nubbin at the top of her sex, Yancy 
knew, was her clitoris. and the touch of her finger tip 
on the sensitive button, gave her intense wants. Slowly 
she hunched her hips in such a way that she could view 
her anus, and she was amazed at the image of the 
puckered hole. 

Her eyes once more were studying her oval shaped sexual 
opening and the young girl asked herself, "What sweet 
wonders it must be to have a man press his hard penis 
inside such a place on a woman's body?" 

Standing back up, Yancy suddenly remembered the small 
and narrow bench like lounge Mr. Prather had in his 
store. The red, velvet-like material had felt so smooth 
and slick as she had ran her hand across the material. 
It would be perfect to place next to the mirrors, and 
it's wide enough I could nap or sleep on it and listen 
to the birds with the sliding door open. 

"I must have it, even if it will cramp my budget, but 
I'm sure that I can get credit from Mr. Prather to buy 
it... I'm going to get it now," Yancy decided. 

Then he remembered how the attractive man had seen up 
her skirt yesterday. Both times, I sat and hoped he 
could see up my legs. 

Knowing she had never openly compromised her modesty in 
any way. In fact, she had always been afraid to allow a 
boy her age to look up her skirt, although all her 
friends told how they loved to flash guys.

"I'm going to wear my shortest skirt, the mini that mom 
bought me a couple weeks ago to show off my legs. Why 
does mom tell me not to be 'available' to boys, be 
modest, and not forget that God watches everything you 
do; yet, she bought me a skirt that reveals my butt, if 
I'm not careful? 

Thinking of what her father had said when she first 
tried it on at home; as she, her parents and Betsy were 
going out to eat. He remarked, "Mom, did you know our 
pretty oldest has great legs and a terrific butt, and I 
just love the pink panties she is wearing." 

 Yancy had felt somewhat embarrassed, but knew her 
father was teasing her as she had on a pair of dark 
blue panties.

After dressing, Yancy drove over to Dayton and upon 
arriving at the furniture store; she walked in and 
smiled as the sales lady greeted her in a much 
friendlier way: "May I help you Miss Adams? Is there 
something you would like to see?" 

"Just looking." 

Unknown to Yancy, Mr. Panther had observed her enter 
the store via the security cameras. 

Walking around the store, Yancy came to the lounge type 
sofa and sat down and let her fingers trail across the 
velvet like material. 

"You like that Italian lounge, Yancy? It is pretty, 
isn't it? Should I deliver it for you this afternoon, 
after the store closes?" Mr. Prather asked.

"Oh, I didn't know you were standing there. Yes, I 
really like it. But I'm strapped for cash, Could we 
work out a credit payment for it. I found just the 
place for it in my bathroom." 

Yancy went on to explain about the mirrored wall, and 
without realizing what she was doing, as Mr. Prather 
was now seated on a chair across from her, she had 
opened her legs, and the short skirt was hiked up. Her 
whole crotch was exposed, and as the panty she was 
wearing was a T-bar style. It allowed considerable 
expanse of hair to peek through on either side. 

"Certainly, in fact I will bring it over this 
afternoon! How about we go out for a snack? I haven't 
eaten yet, today. How about joining me, and we can 
discuss how you can pay me?"

Walking from the store with Mr. Prather, he led her to 
his car, and opened the door for her. Yancy did not 
realize her short mini rucked up when she moved her 
legs into the car. After she had completely sat back in 
the seat did she realize that she must have given Mr. 
Prather a very good peek between her legs. Her face 
turned red, and she tried to pull her skirt down but it 
only reached a few inches below her panty covered sex. 

They arrived at what Yancy called the "Down on the 
farm" restaurant. When Mr. Prather held the door for 
her, she knew there was no way to not expose part of 
her body under her skirt. Instead of worrying about it, 
she decided to tease the older man, who she found 
attractive, and she allowed her legs to spread more 
than she realized, and her thick maiden hair on each 
side of her panty crotch was his for the viewing. In 
fact her panties had slipped across the left lip of her 
labia, and her sex was split for his enjoyment and 
viewing. 

They sat across from each other, and as they ate, they 
discussed that Yancy could pay five dollars a week on 
the sofa. Perhaps, he could arrange to let her have it 
for nothing with just a kiss a week as payment. Yancy 
knew that Mr. Prather was flirting and seeing how far 
he could get in teasing her, and perhaps even to the 
extent of kissing her, and she replied, "How many 
weeks, no, how many years of kissing would that 
involve, Mr. Prather?" 

"Lots, but maybe we could find other ways to pay off 
the loan... after all, I'm single and your single... 
then we could get married."

"Mr. Prather, you're silly, but cute for an older guy, 
you're a lot like my father, no wonder you're such good 
friends with dad and mom." 

"Thank you, and yes, your parents and I are the 'best 
of friends' in lots of ways, Yancy." 

Smiling as he spoke, he added, "Ask your sweet mother 
if I'm her favorite boyfriend, and by the way, if we 
are going to be doing business, call me Randy, and that 
is for any kind of business." 

"Your not speaking of monkey business or messing around 
business, are you, Mr. Prather... Randy, your truly 
mom's boyfriend? How romantic!"

Had Yancy known at that moment that her parents were 
swingers, and that they partied at least once or twice 
a week with Randy, she would have likely bolted from 
the restaurant. Yet the idea of her parents having sex 
with anyone besides each other never entered Yancy's 
mind. As they ate, Yancy had felt Randy move his leg 
against her leg a couple of times, and when he held his 
legs around her own, she enjoyed the "footsy" game they 
called it in high school. 

Knowing she must stop the suggestive "leg wrestling" 
between them, Yancy wanted to move her legs away. Yet, 
for the first time in her life, she was alone, and an 
older male was making a pass at her. After eating, 
Randy told her he would be over with the chaise lounge 
around seven o'clock, after the store closed at six. 

Returning back to the store, Yancy felt heated between 
her legs, and she understood it was from the intimate 
feeling she had shared with Mr. Prather, and when she 
stepped from his car, she allowed her legs to open wide 
and she knew the older man was looking between her 
sprayed thighs. 

Smiling, Yancy asked, "Like... see you at seven, and I 
will fix dinner for us, what would you like?"

"How about I take you out to eat, after all you're my 
favorite customer, now. Aren't you?" 

Arriving home, Yancy stopped at her parent's home and 
asked her mom if she could have the red area rug in the 
basement for her bathroom. Yancy nearly asked her 
mother if she was Mr. Prather's girl friend, but 
thought she best not. Arriving back at her place, Yancy 
carried the red rug into the bathroom, and did so 
through the back door that led into the bathroom. 

As she was carrying and somewhat dragging the rug, a 
man was walking across the lawn toward her and spoke, 
"Let me help you, I'm your neighbor from across the 
back of the lot, Peter Masters, and you are.....?" 


"Yancy Adams, and thanks for helping me. This thing is 
more awkward than heavy, but you're a life saver, Mr. 
Masters."

"Thanks for the compliment, Yancy, but call me Peter. 
After all, we'll likely be seeing more of each other, 
and in his mind, the ex-general knew that if he was 
lucky, one hell of a lot more." 

Up close, Peter could see the attractiveness of the 
young girl, and he recalled how her breasts looked as 
well as her petal-pink labia peeking out of the thick 
growth of hair covering her mons. After they got the 
rug inside, Peter could not help but watch as the young 
girl bent over and straightened the rug out and as she 
did so, bent over and her skirt rode up over her hips, 
exposing the rounded buttocks with the T-bar panty slid 
down between the tight hips. 

Yancy fixed a special blend of coffee her mother had 
purchased for her. As they enjoyed the coffee together, 
Yancy and Peter told each other about themselves. Peter 
was surprised to learn that Yancy was a Mormon, but 
really a "Jack Mormon." 

"Mom and dad kind of got fed up with all the money the 
church wanted them to contribute. They were awfully 
restrictive on our lives. In effect, dad said we had no 
life of our own, as the church tried to live our lives 
for us." 

Smiling at her honesty and candor, Peter asked if she 
had a boyfriend, and when she told him she had been so 
busy in school and working, and now she was going to 
start college and a part time job, she didn't have time 
for a boyfriend. 

"Maybe we can become friends. Your neighbor, Mrs. 
Bronson, her first name is Margaret, is nice. She and I 
have coffee and Danish a couple of times a week. Yancy, 
without imposing, may I use your bathroom?" 

"Yes, of course, here, it is right around the corner," 
Yancy replied.

After returning from the bathroom, Peter thought her to 
be a very charming and attractive young girl. After 
returning from the bathroom, he told her, "I like the 
small pixie prints. I dabble in paints, and I had done 
them for a lady who had lived here, it is nice to see 
them still around." 

"You painted them, really? Mr. Masters. I'm sorry, 
Peter. You are good." Then, before realizing what she 
was saying, she told Peter, "When I first looked at 
them last night, I thought how I'd love to have someone 
paint me like those. I thought of Lady Chatterley, and 
how she had the flowers in her hair, even her maiden 
hair..." 

Yancy knew what she had said, and her face turned 
scarlet. She tried to apologize for her poor taste in 
such a comment.

"Yancy, if you want me to paint you, I would be more 
than happy to do so. Although, I attended the Air Force 
Academy, and retired as a 51-year-old, two star general 
three years ago, I have always liked the arts and I'm 
also an amateur astronomer." 

"Really, but... I've never been nude in front of a man 
before. Don't laugh at me, but I'm kind of shy..."

"Yancy, you are evidently attempting to inform me that 
you're still a virgin, and that is nice to hear from a 
young woman in today's lifestyles," Peter replied in a 
soft expressive voice. "We could start by painting you 
with a nice wrap. I have gossamer material I've used in 
the past that has sparkling small silver and crystal 
like stones woven in the material. It would be perfect 
for you. Perhaps we can do a quick sketch of you with 
the material covering you in a couple weeks." 

"Really, Mr., I mean Peter. I'm getting a new piece of 
furniture this evening, a red velvet chaise, and I'm 
putting it in front of the mirrored wall."

"Yes, perhaps you can call when your ready and we well 
let you try the material on and see what you think." 
Smiling at Yancy, Peter added, "Doing your portrait in 
the bathroom, on the chaise, and in front of the 
mirrors would make a nice backdrop." 

They conversed pleasantly for another hour, then, after 
Peter left, Yancy walked into the bathroom and looked 
at the paintings. She had thought they were prints in 
the way they were painted. There was his signature., it 
read, "Peter Masters." Until now she wouldn't have 
known who he was on a personal basis. 

"Can I let him see me nude, maybe if I hold the 
material over me in some way... no... if I'm going to 
be painted as I want, I will be nude."

"What will it be like to pose nude in front of a man I 
just met and let him and let him see my whole body?" 
Yancy wondered. Thinking that she felt strange the few 
times in the past year that she had been nude when 
swimming with her father and mother in the pond. Many 
times while the three of them swam so intimately 
together, Yancy had looked at her father's sex and had 
wanted to hold it in her hand, and she had seen him 
looking at her breasts and even between her open legs 
on several occasions. 

*****

Shortly before seven, Yancy heard Randy pulling up in 
his delivery van, and she walked out to greet him. 
Together the carried the chaise lounge around back of 
the apartment and through the sliding door of the 
bathroom. Placing it next to the mirrored wall, and 
with the red throw rug on the floor, she saw it was 
perfect for the room. 

"It looks lovely, doesn't it Mr. Prather? Sorry, I mean 
Randy," and as she spoke, flopped down on the chaise 
and, her legs opened so her upper legs and panty 
covered sex was displayed.

'Nice, looks very nice," Randy said with a smile on his 
face. 

"Randy, you are a perv, but guess it's my fault," but 
as she spoke, Yancy did not move or close her legs. 
Instead, she curled up like a ball on her side, and 
smiling, watched as the older man moved toward her. 

The teenage girl knew she was about to be kissed and 
likely touched in some sexual way. How much so, she 
didn't know but a light caress on my clothing covered 
breasts won't be so bad. What is a minute of being 
touched intimately going to hurt? 

When she saw Randy approach the chaise lounge, she 
scooted toward the wall, and when he lay down next to 
her, she squeezed her body against his. Her eyes took 
in the movement of his face toward hers, and she 
passively allowed his lips to be pressed onto her own. 
Then, Yancy resisted as she felt Randy's tongue tip 
pressing against her lips, trying to enter her mouth. 

"You're old enough to be my father, you know that, 
don't you?" Yancy asked as she broke the kiss for a 
moment.

When Randy's hand moved up and cupped her breasts; she 
knew the feeling of sex arousal for the first time in 
her young life. Her mind said to stop, but her body was 
enjoying the feelings caused by the firm and large hand 
on her covered breasts, one after the other. 

"Lift up," Randy said, as he begins to slide her top up 
past her breasts, and over her head. Yancy, just raised 
her arms, and allowed her top to be removed.

 Randy gently massaged her breasts through her bra. 
But, when she felt him trying to slip the cups up over 
her breasts, she pulled back, "No, not yet, some other 
time, but not now. Please Randy, I'm really starting to 
become scared, and think we should stop." 

He knew how to get a young woman's libido heated, while 
keeping her resistance to a minimum. Randy was once 
more kissing the young girl's lips, then moving onto 
her face and neck. His lips traveled down to brush 
across the mounds of her breasts that were outside the 
cups of her bra. Yancy, for her part, did not protest 
his moving his hand moving under her skirt and between 
her nude thighs. 

As they lay, kissing, Yancy felt his hand stroking her 
thighs and working their way across the front of her 
panties to stroke the tightly clinched area of her sex. 
She could feel him tangle his fingers in her thick bush 
that protruded out of her crotch band as he unzipped 
her skirt. Again, she did not resist. 

"Rise up, so I can take your skirt down. Please, Yancy, 
let me see and touch you, even if only in your panties 
and bra. Please."

She raised her hips, then watched Randy stand up and 
undress. He was soon nude in front of her. Her eyes 
took in the large and thick man-thing hanging from his 
body, and she compared it to the only other one she had 
ever seen; that of her brother, Martin. The one was 
nearly twice the size of her brother's penis both in 
length and girth. Yancy was glad she wasn't going to be 
nude and feel the large thing try to enter her body. 

Randy lay back down next to her, and placed her hand on 
his large manhood. She suddenly knew it was time to 
stop the intimacy between herself and the older man. 
Once more she was being kissed, and this time she felt 
her bra being unsnapped in the back, and pulled off her 
arms. "No, Randy. I can't... don't take my bra off. No! 
Oh... you can't kiss my breasts... stop. Randy..., no!" 

Her fingers curled around his member, now larger and 
thicker throbbing in her hand, she failed to notice 
that her panties were being pushed down over her hips. 
"Randy... no... no... not my panties, ohhhh... stop, 
Randy stop... no more," Yancy was pleading as her 
panties were removed from her legs. 

Yancy could not believe the pleasant and stimulating 
sensations she was receiving as her breasts were being 
fondled, and her nipples sucked. Then she felt Randy 
kissing her sex, and she begged him to stop. "Randy... 
no... you can't kiss me there... Stop, take your mouth 
away... Get off me!" 

"Open your legs, let me just put my cock against your 
pussy, I won't go all the way, just inside the edge, 
please Yancy."

"No... take it away... Aughhh, ohhhhh, Randy... Take it 
out. It hurts... stop. Let me put my bra and panties 
back on, and I will let you... Honest I will... I'll 
let you do it... ohhhh, noooo, stopppp... Randy stop or 
I will tell dad!" 

 With tears in her eyes, Yancy felt so confused. She 
had the desire, but was afraid. Even though she was 
turned on by having a man's penis against her virgin 
sex,

Still nude, and with Randy kissing and sucking at her 
nipples, Yancy was whimpering and asking the man to not 
kiss or suck at her breasts. When she once more felt a 
man's tongue on her sex, and the feeling of it licking 
from the top to the bottom of her slit, and back up to 
tease her clitoris, Yancy sobbed out, "Ohhhh... Randy, 
no more tonight... wait until the next time...! Oh, 
Randy..., you must stop... Aughhhh, Randy, I'm... I'm 
aughhh!" 

Both Yancy and Randy knew that she had just climaxed. 
But for her, alone, she knew it was her first orgasm. 
Pushing him away, she curled up in a ball and faced the 
mirrored wall. She felt the strong and virile man move 
against her back and buttocks in a spoon like manner. 
She shuddered as his large manhood was poking between 
her hips, and against her tiny anal ring. 

She felt Randy roll her onto her back, and look at her 
as he told her, "Relax, I won't try to enter you, I 
just want to feel the head of my cock against your 
virgin pussy. Please, Yancy, I promise, that is all I 
want." 

For whatever the reason, Yancy trusted the man who had 
just given her the first orgasm of her life. His long, 
thick cock was between the lips of her sex, and she did 
what he told her, "Hold it against you, hold my cock in 
your hand against your cherry pussy." 

The feeling was so strong, and Yancy even rubbed it 
between her labia as Randy asked. She was about to tell 
him, "Put it in me," when she felt it quiver. Then her 
sex and belly were splashed in what she understood was 
his semen. 

"No... no... pull it away! Don't get your stuff in 
me... Don't get me pregnant. Oh, my God, Randy. Will I 
become pregnant? Tell me the truth."

"No, but my God, that is the most I ever went off in my 
life." 

Moving onto his side and laying next to the girl, he 
picked up his shirt and wiped his cock. Then, he got a 
towel and placed it under them, "This will keep your 
new chaise from being messed up."

His semen had splashed onto the thick hair of her sex, 
on her stomach and in the edge of her pussy. As they 
lay together Randy's fingers massaged the thick spermy 
puddles into her skin. 

He picked up a large a glob of his cum as he could and 
let it slip between the lips of her virgin sex. Still 
using his fingers, he pushed it inside Yancy's 
slippery, and slightly open labia. With a perverse 
need, he moved his more of his spunk into her open sex. 
He hoped that one of his boys had swum its way up her 
uterus and punctured one of her eggs. It wasn't her 
cycle time, so she was safe, but had she known what he 
was up to as he lubed her open labia , she would have 
hated him even more than she already did from his 
nearly raping her. 

*****

For Peter, the sight was more than he could have ever 
imagined. He wondered how the man knew her. He was 
still amazed at the size of the erection the man had 
hanging between his legs. When he saw the guy on top of 
her, he thought she had been penetrated, as he couldn't 
hear what was said between them. Watching the man 
unload the huge amount of semen, he was amazed at how 
much cum the man unleashed from his cock. Looking on, 
Peter thought, "That must be at least eight or ten 
tablespoons full. My God, I can't wait to see her in 
the nude and paint her. Will I be so lucky to get close 
to her?" 

Peter continued to record the action in the bathroom, 
until Yancy and the man rose from the sofa and was 
dressed. When he saw them leave the bathroom, he waited 
until the man drive off. 

*****

For another hour, Peter watched for the girl to return 
to the bathroom. Finally, he saw her enter the room and 
check out the sofa. Observing her run her hands over 
the surface, Peter believed she was searching for any 
wetness from the large load of cum the man had shot 
off. This was exactly what the young girl was doing, 
and finally Peter watched as she removes her clothes, 
stood nude in front of the mirrored wall and fingered 
her sex. He watched until she put on a shower cap, and 
stepped into the shower stall. 

Then, he waited.

In a couple of minutes Yancy was dried off and putting 
her bra and panties back on. She left the room and 
returned with a dress and a pair of shoes. After fixing 
her hair and make up, Peter watched the attractive 
teenager fixed her hair and make up, and slip on her 
dress and shoes. Then, turning off the light, she left 
her apartment, and drove off in her car. 

*****

Driving to the DQ, Yancy thought of all that had 
happened with Randy at the store, restaurant and now in 
her own apartment. She tried to reason why she allowed 
Randy to be so intimate with her. 

"Never again, Randy, you will never get another chance 
to do to me what you did tonight. You almost raped me. 
God, what if he had raped me?" Yancy asked herself. 
What if he had gone all the way up in me? What if I 
would have become pregnant? If dad knew what Randy had 
done, he would likely kill him." 

Before reaching the DQ, Yancy remembered how much she 
had enjoyed the sensations she felt when Randy slid his 
warm, viscous male juices up into my sex. 

"Will the minister see in my face how I have let a man 
touch me so intimately? Will I be punished for my 
sins...?" 

As she thought about it; Yancy shuddered at the sins 
she had both abhorred and seemed to desire.

Arriving at the restaurant, Yancy walked inside and 
found her best friend, Loretta Parsons, seated with a 
couple of boys from school. She walked over, and joined 
them. "Hey, how's my new "Miss Independent Girlfriend?" 
Loretta asked as she stood up and hugged her friend? 

"Great, I've got everything in place, but I have some 
minor things to complete when I have more money." Yancy 
added, "I sure wish I knew how to earn more money 
before I get my first check."

Tony Mathews had graduated as runner up to Yancy's GPA, 
and was headed to Princeton. He took out his billfold, 
counted out $50, and asked, "Is that the going rate?" 

They all busted up, laughing and Yancy retorted, "Look 
cheapo, I give it away cheaper than that." 

For the next couple of hours they gabbed and laughed. 
As they were about to leave, Yancy asked, "Why don't 
you guys follow me, and see my new place?"

"Sure, why not, and I'll ride with Yancy. Okay, guys?" 
Loretta asked. 

They arrived at Yancy's place and she asked them to not 
make a lot of noise as her neighbors were really nice 
but older. Inside her new apartment, the three friends 
were amazed at how nice the place looked, and Yancy 
felt so proud. 

Loretta told her, "Next Saturday, how about I spend the 
night with you?"

"I'd love it, I can't wait for my first over night 
guest," Yancy exclaimed!

"Heck, I can spend the night, tonight," Bill Dieble 
replied, laughing. 

"Now, Bill I would let you spend the night with me 
tonight, but I'd hate to be the one to take your 
virginity, and then have you cry all night after we 
were done."

"Yancy, I've been saving my tears for you all my life, 
so I'm ready to let them run down my face, just you 
rape away, you evil girl," Bill said as if he was 
sobbing. 


For the next couple of hours the four friends enjoyed 
setting around in Yancy's place and when leaving each 
gave her a hug and wished her the best.

*****

The next morning, Peter rose early, and got out his 
supplies, and inventoried what items and material he 
would need to purchase before painting Yancy. Having 
watched the action from the night before, he was a 
little concerned about how to ask the girl about doing 
her nude. Picking up his phone, he dialed the number 
Yancy had given him. 

"Hello," the sweet voice of the young girl said as she 
answered the phone.

"Yes, Yancy, it is Peter, I hope I'm not calling you 
too early, as I know you young people like to stay out 
late and sleep even later." 

"No, I've been up since about seven, as I love to 
listen to the birds singing in the morning." Pausing 
for a moment, Yancy asked, "Do you still want to do my 
painting, and Peter, I promise not to be nervous, but 
give me time if I need it, deal?" 

"Certainly, and I must tell you, I'm likely as nervous 
as you, as I haven't seen such an attractive young 
woman as you in quite a while, but before we start, 
what say I take you with me for breakfast?" Then Peter 
added, "We can discuss the painting, and also I just 
finished looking through my materials and I will need 
to purchase items before I can paint you, so let's plan 
on doing the work two weeks from today." 

"That is nice but you don't need to..."

"No, no I insist, Yancy, I'll drive around and we can 
go eat."

*****

Over breakfast at the Cracker Barrel, they spoke about 
Peter's tour of duty in the Air Force, and how after he 
had complete his life in the seat of B-52, then a B-1-
B, and finally a B-2, and had risen to the rank of two 
stars in short order. He decided to leave the service 
before he found his ass in Iraq, and on a mission he 
could not accept was necessary. 

When he listened to Yancy tell how she was going to 
college and would also be working, he was impressed 
when he learned about her high GPA.

*****

For the next two weeks, he trained his telescope, on 
the lovely teenager as she had gotten into the habit of 
sleeping on the chaise lounge in the bathroom. As he 
watched, Peter could not get over how beautiful and 
shapely Yancy was. 

A week earlier, he had observed another girl, nude in 
the bathroom. She was also attractive, but her breasts 
seemed overly large for her slender body.

Now it was again Saturday morning, and Peter had 
invited Yancy to have breakfast with him at the local 
Denny's. During the meal, the discussed about doing the 
painting, and Yancy told Peter, "I hope your not 
disappointed when you see me nude, as I'm not the most 
attractive little fish in the ocean." 

Returning to Yancy's home, he dropped her off, and 
after driving home, walked back to her house. Inside he 
showed her the material, and let her undress in the 
bathroom. When she told him she was ready, he went in 
and her standing by the chaise lounge. Yancy had the 
fabric draped across her shoulders, and hanging loose 
around her neck and down across her breasts. Her pubic 
area was uncovered and she wasn't holding the material 
close to her furry triangle. 

"We'll need three or four of those pillows you have in 
the other room for you to rest on," Peter had said, in 
a voice he knew betrayed his male desires toward the 
nearly nude young girl. After Yancy had obtained the 
pillows, he asked Yancy to lie on her side, with one 
leg drawn back and bent at the knee. This allowed just 
a mere hint of her sex to be displayed, but not so much 
to be obscene. 

He noticed her breasts were pointed, and jutted out 
from her chest like two sharp cones then flowed into 
narrow cylinders, that tapered off with evenly pointed 
nipples. Peter thought how these were the most unique 
breasts and nipples he had ever observed, more so than 
any he had ever seen. 

"Bring your shoulders back a little. This pose will 
allow your breasts to stretch, and emphasize their 
pointy shape, just like you saw in the pixie 
paintings."

As the girl moved, he saw just the image he wanted and 
said, "Hold that pose, Yancy." 

Using a soft pencil, he soon had an outline of how he 
wanted the painting to look, and for the next three 
hours, he sketched and painted until he had the basic 
outline of her portrait completed.

*****

Finally, Yancy was allowed to stand and stretch her 
sore muscles. Having been in the same position for 
nearly three hours, Yancy had allowed the material to 
slip from her body and it fell onto the chaise. Bending 
and stretching her arms up over her head, and spreading 
her legs and standing on one foot, while pulling her 
opposite leg up behind her, as if she was stretching 
from jogging, the teenage girl knew her body was 
frankly on display more than when she was posing. 

Thinking to herself, Yancy thought how she had enjoyed 
her brother Martin viewing her nude at the creek, and 
even when Randy had undressed her, she had enjoyed the 
fact her body was uncovered. Now she wished that Peter 
would lay down the things he was painting her with, and 
take her in his arms. This time, Yancy told herself, "I 
would not stop Peter from entering my body as I did 
Randy. What can I do? I want to feel a man enter my 
body" 

Finally, Yancy lay back on the chaise, and pulled her 
legs so they were open and her sex was on display. The 
image wasn't lost on Peter, and he knew the girl was 
displaying her sex to him. "Do I dare try to take her, 
perhaps if I paint her as she lies, as she is...?" 

"Yancy, may I paint you as you're laying now? In fact, 
I have my camera, if you don't mind. I could photograph 
you and paint from the photos. Is that alright with 
you? You're lovely."

"Yes, do whatever you want. I won't stop you; just do 
anything you desire, Peter..." Yancy said in a direct 
invitation to the older man. 

Taking his digital camera from his painting work box, 
Peter was soon snapping one image after the other of 
the girl. He had her stand, and bend over, as he 
photographed her breasts, hanging down. He caught the 
roll of her hips as she was bent over. Unknown to her, 
Peter captured the puckered pink muscle of her 
sphincter, for his own pleasure. 

*****

Turning on her back, Yancy felt a heated flush pass 
across her body. She looked at the older man, and in a 
hoarse whisper said, "Peter, undress, lie next to me... 
I... oh..."

With her eyes focused on the man in front of her, she 
watched as Peter undressed and saw he was larger 
between his legs than Randy. Yet the knowledge of what 
such a large cock could do to her did not cross her 
mind. 

"Peter, you will be my first. You believe me? Peter, 
I'm afraid..."

*****

He had allowed his computer to run, and knew everything 
about to happen with this precocious teen would be 
documented for savoring later. Peter moved quickly to 
the chaise lounge, but stopped long enough to pick up a 
couple of towels. Having the girl raise up her hips, 
Peter slid the towel under her body, and wasting no 
time for preliminaries, moved between the smooth legs 
of the 18-year-old girl, and aligned his cock head with 
her slightly parted labia. 

"You're certain you want this, Yancy? My God, this is 
such an honor..."

Moving the end of his cock up and down between the lips 
of Yancy's narrow labia, he found the wide and thick 
head of his erection was not able to easily enter the 
young sex. After a few minutes of finger spreading her 
lubrication, and his oozing precum he felt the large 
bulk of his cock head slip into the young pussy. 

"Um... um... eeeyieee... oh... Peter, be easy, oh my 
god...noooo, ohhhh, nooooo... Peter, god it hurts... 
wait... wait!" Yancy cried out from the pain as she was 
taken for her first time. The sensations of the large 
thing being rubbed back and forth and lightly in and 
out of her sex had been exceptionally pleasing Then she 
felt a burning and tearing between the lips of her sex, 
as her hymen gave way with a deep penetration of her 
body. Yancy knew she had just been changed from a 
virgin to what her minister called a "wanton woman" and 
she had not been ready for the sudden pain. 

Her pleas and tears were not wasted on Peter. He had 
recognized he needed to take her quickly and with as 
much strength as he could muster when he shoved all the 
way into this young virgin. "Yancy, I hope you can hold 
on, as it will only get better now, tell me..." 

"Peter, I know you just did me, and oh god, it hurts, 
not so deep... aughhhh, oh Peter, you're so deep... 
we're fuc... fuck... fucking... aren't we...?"

"Yes, and hold on, I want to make it good for you," and 
slowly Peter was moving his cock in and back out of the 
young sex. Each time he shoved into the girl, Peter 
ensured that he rubbed his pubic bone against her 
prepuce and made small bumping moves against the 
clitoris that seemed to have doubled in size. 

"Yancy, oh hell! I'm coming, yeah! Oh damn... it is so 
fucking good, aughhhh!! Yancy..., take my come..."


"No, don't take it out... stay in me... please, Peter, 
keep it up me... you were my first... oh Peter, I love 
you... P E T E R, what is happening...?" Peter's was in 
her, up to the hilt, as he rolled back and forth 
against her mons, he squeezed her clit, and caused her 
to climax. 

For at least ten minutes the two lovers, the teen girl 
and older male lay joined at their sexual parts. Peter 
pulled the young girl's legs up so they rested on his 
shoulders. Then he was once more moving his erection in 
and out of her sore and bleeding sex. Still, to Yancy, 
she did not want the man to move from her body, even 
with the pain she was feeling from having taken a male 
for her first time. 

"He is larger than my brother and even Randy. Randy, 
why couldn't you have been as nice as Peter?" Yancy 
asked herself. Then hugged Peter around his neck and 
cried, "French kiss me, please Peter, we haven't even 
kissed and you have my virginity. Peter, I love you. I 
will always love you Peter. Believe me, I..." 

After several minutes, they rose from the chaise lounge 
and as they stood, Yancy saw the evidence of her lost 
virginity on her and Peter, and also on the towel on 
the chaise.

"I'm a mess, and it is your fault, you dirty old man. 
You know something, "I love you, even if you are a 
dirty old man. Are you happy, Peter? Did I do what I 
was supposed?" 

"Happy isn't the word, try ecstatic. Happy, is minor to 
how you have made me feel. I can assure you, I'm on 
cloud nine." Smiling at the young girl, he told Yancy, 
"You're a delightful woman, even if you are only a 
teen." 

"Peter, after what we just did, can we not paint any 
more today? I need to clean up, and I'm hungry. Can we 
go eat?"

*****

That evening, Yancy was watching television and 
thinking of what she had done, and how she'd asked an 
older man to have sex with her; when the phone rang. 

"Hello," Yancy said as she answered the phone.

"Yancy, it's Martin. What say, I come over and take you 
to the DQ or where ever, and keep you company? 
Actually, you keep me company, as dad and mom took off 
with the kids this morning and went to the water slide 
park" 

"Sure, but how about you pick up a pizza and we will 
just stay home in my new place and watch a movie on 
TV?"

They sat around watching the old movie channel, and 
around eleven, Martin said it was time for him to head 
home. 

"Why don't you stay here tonight, no one is at home, so 
you can keep me company, and I will cook breakfast for 
us in the morning?"

"I guess I can crash on the floor, if you don't mind?"

"No way, you can sleep in bed with me. Remember when we 
were little, and we slept together?" As she giggled, 
Yancy said, "You always wanted me to hold your peewee."

"Yancy, my god!" Martin said in complete surprise to 
his sister's comment. 

After another half hour, Yancy undressed in front of 
her brother, and she remembered when they were nude at 
the creek. "Get undressed, and do me a favor, turn off 
all the lights, but please, light the candles on the 
stove. Please, Martin?" 

In the dark, they lay nude together on Yancy's sofa 
bed. She moved her body against her brother's. For a 
few minutes, neither said anything. Then, Yancy moved 
her hand down, as if by accident, and allowed it to 
brush across her brother's erection. 

"Oh, Martin, would you like to touch me, I want to, 
you...! Oh, my, Martin, you're making me feel good," 
she moaned breathlessly, as Martin was moving his 
fingers in and out of her pussy, and all around her 
clit. 

"Yancy, I better leave. You're making me want to..."

"Martin, make love to me, be gentle! You will be my 
first! Martin, ohhhh, that... ! Go in easy,... it 
hurts. Oh... my brother..." 

She played out the part of being a virgin, remembering 
what had happened between her and Peter only that 
morning. 

Martin later told his sister, "I'm happy and 
appreciated being your first Yancy. But, what made you 
want sex?" 

"Just having my own place... and the 'cock' someone 
hung in my kitchen. I understood just what the plaque 
meant."

Thinking about Melea's comments about how big her 
brother was between his legs, she thought, "He doesn't 
compare to Peter, or even Randy." 

But she felt good from the sex her brother gave her 
twice that night, and once more the next morning. After 
they drove to the Cracker Barrel, and enjoyed 
breakfast, they returned home, and decided to head to 
the farm and swim in the pond behind the dam in the 
creek. 

They swam for a while, then they had moved onto the 
creek bank where Martin tongued their mutual fluids out 
of her pussy. Her first experience with oral sex made 
her climax yet again. She returned his favor with a 
blow job, and tasted his salty, male cum. 

"Another first for today," she thought as they drove 
back to her place. After her brother drove off, she 
undressed and got ready for a shower. 


*****

Under the spray of the water Yancy didn't hear Randy 
Prather unlocked and opened the sliding door of the 
bathroom open. He quickly undressed, and pulled open 
the shower door. 

"Randy, what in the hell are you doing? Get out of my 
house! No! Don't touch me!!! If you don't leave, now, I 
will tell my dad you tried to rape me, and ... no!" 
Yancy cried out as Randy grabbed her and squeezed 
himself against her body; all the while, kneading her 
breasts and tangling his fingers in her pubic hair. 

Peter, was spying with his scope, and had seen the 
whole thing. It was obvious to him that Yancy was 
fighting to stop the man from molesting her. Picking up 
his 10 mm, Peter ran from his home, down the small 
hill, to Yancy's bathroom in a matter of seconds. The 
sliding door was open, and he heard Yancy cry out, "No 
Randy... no, don't rape me, I won't have sex with 
youuuu... stopppp. Help meeee. Someone, help meeee!" 

Moving quickly to the open shower, he saw the two 
struggling: the girl to stop the sexual assault, and 
the older and much stronger male attempting and ready 
to take the screaming and frightened girl from the 
shower and rape her. 

Quickly, as he had been trained those many years before 
in jungle survivor training as a pilot, Peter shoved 
the 10 mm barrel into the man's crotch; and with only a 
firm and soft voice, said, "Don't even move a muscle or 
I will shoot your dick off." 

Immediately the man stopped in his tracks, as she 
sobbed, "Mr. Masters, thank you. Oh my God. He was 
going to rape Me."

"Get that gun off me. Who, in the hell, do you think 
you are? She invited me into her shower..." 

"Shut up or I'll blow your balls off! The police will 
believe me, not you, you fucking asshole. I saw you 
enter the house as I was working in my garden." Peter 
had seen the girl struggle with the man a few weeks 
before. 

He quickly doubled up his fist, striking the man in the 
stomach about an inch above his manhood. The whoosh of 
air from his mouth was loud and like the sounded like 
the engine of a race car.

Randy fell forward and landed on his side after the 
hard driving fist had done its damage. She. then, 
kicked him in his groin. 

As he cried out in pain, she told him, "I'm telling my 
father about you. If you ever come to my house again, 
I'll kill you, if Mr. Masters doesn't do so first."

When Randy managed to stand up, Peter placed the police 
special once more against Randy's cock, and told him, 
"Grab your clothes, run out that door and get the hell 
away from here, if you..." 

Randy interrupted, "Can I get dressed first? Someone 
might see me."

"Leave now, or I will blow your cock and balls off," 
Peter said, as shoved the weapon tightly against 
Randy's shriveled manhood. 

Randy grabbed his clothes from the chaise lounge and 
took off out the door. Yancy was still in tears when 
she heard someone ask, "What... what is going on?... Oh 
my, Peter, you have a gun. The man who owns the 
furniture store in Dayton, he was running out of here 
with nothing on." 

Margaret Bronson asked the crying, nude teenager, "Miss 
Yancy, are you alright? And what is going on in here?" 

Grabbing a towel, Peter handed it to Yancy, saying, 
"Here, cover yourself with this. You should be okay 
now." 

Looking at Margaret, the attractive man mustered all of 
his military imprimatur and said with authority, "What 
say we go to my place and leave this young girl to get 
herself back together?"

As they left her place he spoke softly, "Yancy, come on 
over when you're dressed, and join Margaret and me for 
some tea." Then, he walked away with his attractive 
older neighbor to his own home. Once inside, he made 
small talk with Margaret, and realized this was the 
first time he'd ever seen her in shorts and an 
abbreviated halter style top. 

"Margaret, you're very attractive, and you looking 
absolutely fantastic in that outfit., I hope you wore 
it just for me," Peter said with a smile that he meant 
to erase the previous scene at Yancy's home. "Come on 
into the kitchen and join me and help fix the tea." 

"Peter, what the hell was going on at the girl's place? 
What was Prather doing running from the apartment in 
the nude? Hell, what were you doing? You had a gun... 
I..."

"Margaret, I had started over to see you when I noticed 
the man moving toward the back of Yancy's place and 
open the sliding door leading into her bathroom, which 
I knew she never locked." Pausing for a moment, and 
knowing how to impact a comment to change a line of 
someone's thinking, Peter, added, "I went back into my 
house, retrieved my gun from the kitchen drawer where I 
keep it, and walked over to see what was happening." 

"You saw the man enter..."

"Yes," Peter said quickly before Margaret could finish 
her question, "And I hurried over. I heard Yancy crying 
out that she didn't want to be raped. I opened the 
door, and entered the room. The shower door was open 
and he was in the shower with the young girl." 

"Oh, how frightful for the poor little girl. It must 
have been awful for her," Margaret exclaimed.

"That is certain."

"I jammed my revolver into his balls and threatened to 
blow them off if he didn't get his clothes and run from 
the girl's house and to never return." Smiling, Peter 
added, "Guess he believed me. By the way, did you like 
the size of his tool?" 

"PETER, how can you make light of such a thing? It was 
big, wasn't it? 

But did either of you call the police?"

"No, Yancy didn't want to. Her father does the man's 
accounting."

"Peter, do you really find me attractive. Don't make 
fun of me for asking, but for some reason I keep 
feeling I'm getting old and missing out on a lot. You 
know what I mean. I have no true marriage anymore." 

"Margaret, you are absolutely stunning, and I 
understand what you're saying as I... feel the same..."

"Hello am I intruding," Yancy asked as she'd heard the 
last two comments, and knew that both were discussing 
the personal lives? Having also put on a pair of white 
shorts her and tank top, Yancy looked to be a younger 
double of her neighbor. "I like your choice of clothes, 
wish I could find some like yours, Margaret." 

This caused the three of them to laugh, and Peter said, 
"I was just offering Margaret her choice of tea, so let 
me hear your thoughts as well, Miss Yancy." 

Holding up three containers, he continued, "I have 
Darjeeling, English Breakfast and Assam teas to tickle 
your palettes, so which will you like? Or, I'll make 
all three, and we can share." 

Laughing, Peter added, "I've never had a threesome, but 
with you twins, I'm ready... "

"You dirty old man, you couldn't take care of one of us 
hot chicks, let alone the two of us," Margaret laughing 
replied. 

"A threesome, before I've had a two-some... What am I 
missing?" 

Yancy laughed as she hugged Peter, and looked in his 
eyes, "Guess I owe you for saving me a little while 
ago. My God, thank you. So, I guess you and I can be my 
twosome, and Margaret can tell me what to do." 

Busting up, and looking at the young girl, Margaret 
understood she was attempting to take away the pain 
from the assault she had suffered, and told Yancy, "Be 
careful, that "old man" is likely still able to drop 
bombs like he did in the Air Force." 

"Peter let's all make tea. Each of us will make our 
own, and I will make my favorite kind, the English 
breakfast. 
 I enjoy its slightly bitter taste," Yancy said while 
still laughing. "Tell me Peter, did you really drop 
bombs, what all did you do in the service. My dad never 
talks about his time in Desert Storm." 

They enjoyed the three varieties of tea, and Yancy 
could not get enough of Peter telling about flying the 
big plane, a B-52 over Vietnam. When Peter got out his 
photos from his time in the service, Yancy was amazed 
at what all the man had done, and she loved the 
photograph of him with the B-52. Looking at the 
attractive older man, Yancy commented, "You're a hero, 
and if you want, some day I would like to hear all 
about the war, and what it was like to have someone 
shooting at you." 

For the next couple of hours, they enjoyed each other's 
company, then Peter said, "How about we go eat, and I 
will treat, deal?"

Returning home after dinner, Peter stopped and dropped 
off the women off, then drove home. When he walked in 
the house, his phone was ringing. It was Margaret, who 
asked if he would take her out for a drink later this 
evening... "I need to just get out of the house, and I 
have a health care worker coming over for the evening." 

After picking Margaret up at 7:30 that evening, Peter 
drove to a small Italian restaurant, and they enjoyed 
the meal together, then drove to a small and intimate 
bar about two blocks from where they lived. In the 
lounge they took a booth in the rear of the room and 
enjoyed their cocktails while speaking of a myriad of 
items. 

At 10:00, Margaret looked across the table at Peter and 
spoke softly, telling him, "Please, say nothing. Don't 
make any reply. But if you want, take me to your house 
and lead me to your bedroom. I need to be home by 
11:30... No, say nothing, at least, not yet." 

Standing up, Peter walked to the opposite side of the 
booth, held his hand out to Margaret and helped her to 
her feet. Then he walked with her out of the lounge and 
to where his car was parked, and opened the door so the 
attractive looking woman could be seated. Getting into 
his car, Peter drove to his home and pulled into the 
garage, then helped Margaret into his home, and led her 
to his bedroom. 

Margaret said nothing but simply kicked off her shoes, 
unfastened her dress, and let it drop to the floor 
around her feet. Pulling down her pantyhose, and then 
removing her bra, the 45-year-old woman was standing 
before the fourth man to ever see her, nude. 

*****

Margaret had first been nude with a boy named Dexter, 
when she was 15-years-old and he was 17. They had 
parked on piece of land his parents owned and wanted to 
build a new home on; but never had, in ten years. 

Margaret and Dexter had taken a Sunday drive, when they 
pulled into the road leading into the 40 acres, and 
drove to a grove on the back of the property. This was 
where they had parked on previous dates, so Margaret 
had no concerns about being parked with Dexter. Soon, 
they had started kissing and "making out." In the past, 
this just meant that Dexter's would make tentatively 
feel her breasts over her blouse, and her leg, on the 
outside of her skirt. 

The day had been strange for Margaret and she didn't 
understand why. She thought it must be from parking 
with Dexter during the day instead of at night. When 
she felt Dexter unbutton the first of the five buttons 
on her blouse, Margaret simply held onto his wrist, but 
did not hinder him. Pulling her blouse from her 
waistband and pulling it from her body was not enough 
to make Margaret stop. This emboldened the boy further 
as he reached around, and unsnapped her bra, which soon 
joined her blouse on the backseat of the car. 

The two teenagers enjoyed their first attempt at 
serious foreplay, especially Dexter as he fondled and 
sucked her firm, teenage, 36-B cup breasts. Margaret, 
for her part, could never recall when her skirt was 
actually removed, but when she felt Dexter pulling her 
panties down, she told him, "No, Dexter, not my 
panties, you can't take them down... Dexter... no." 

Margaret tried to keep her panties up around her waist, 
but she soon found them down around her ankles. She 
gasped, when she saw that Dexter was suddenly naked 
also.

Margaret looked at the hard thing sticking up from 
Dexter's body. She knew what it was, and what it wanted 
to do to her. The feeling wasn't fear, but something in 
her body wanted to escape from the car before she was 
going to be having sex. 

"We... can't. Oh, Dexter, you shouldn't put your 
fingers there. Please Dexter, we can't..." but as she 
spoke, Margaret was soon reclining on her back on the 
car seat.

Suddenly there was no resistance on Margaret's part, as 
Dexter soon discovered the pretty teenager lay down on 
the car seat without his having to press her downward. 
As he did not move the girl onto her back by herself, 
with opened legs. Dexter knew he was about to take her 
cherry. Then he moved the end of his cock to the moist, 
pink, sensual opening between the pretty girl's legs 
hidden by soft light-brown hair. 

"Dexter, oh... stop... you can't do it to me... 
aughhhh, ohhhh! Dexter, it hurts... ,no more... oh 
nooooo, help me... aughhhh... god it hurts, stop for a 
minute... Dexter, oh noooo, stop!" The damage was done, 
and Margaret knew what she had allowed changed her 
forever. She was no longer a virgin. The teenage girl 
lay on the car seat and let her young lover have what 
he had wanted. 

They sat up and Margaret could feel wetness between her 
legs, and knew that the boy had dumped his stuff in 
her. She started crying, not from having sex, but in 
fear she would be pregnant. Both of the teens looked 
between her legs, and Dexter cried out, "Oh hell, your 
bleeding all over the seat. Hop up. Oh, hell... look at 
the mess on the seat!" 

Then Dexter made a big mistake and loudly told his 
virgin conquest, "You fucking idiot, you got blood all 
over my car seat Damn it ,Margaret, you should have 
been careful!"

"Dexter, you shit head, you took my virginity. How was 
I to know what would happen? Take me home!" As she 
shouted out at the boy who had just taken her 
virginity, Margaret got out of the car, opened the back 
door, and getting her clothes was soon dressed. 
Margaret had picked up Dexter's tee-shirt and used it 
to wipe between her legs and pitched it at the startled 
boy. "You asshole... damn you Dexter, I let you be my 
first... if you tell anyone I let you, I will tell my 
dad you raped me." 


*****

Margaret did not have another sexual experience until 
after she was 20-years-old, and working during the 
period between her junior year and senior year of 
college. She was working as an intern for her 
representative in D. C. One evening, as she was 
finishing up some mailings that "just had to go out 
that evening" when the congressman entered her small 
office. After a brief conversation, she agreed to have 
a cocktail with him at a Georgetown bar where he and 
some of his friends dropped in fairly often for a "soda 
pop" after a hard day. 

After having two drinks, even if she was only 20-years-
old, no one asked for her ID, they took a table for 
dinner, and Margaret was overly impressed with how she 
was treated. That night after eating, they took a hotel 
room, and they did so for the remainder of the summer. 
The sex was not much as far as Margaret was concerned, 
as she found the high profile man could never get much 
of an erection, and he mostly liked to have her suck 
him, or he ate her. Yet she would take him in her body, 
and he would unleash his male juices into her warm sex. 

Three weeks after starting back to school, Margaret 
discovered her physical condition required an abortion. 
She contacted the congressman, and he sent an aide over 
with $2,000 to cover her expenses. The cost for the 
procedure was only $600, and Margaret had thought, when 
she took the money, she had became a prostitute. 

Using the money left over from the abortion, Margaret 
spent it wisely on her education. She thought about 
meeting older, rich men for sex, but was too scared. 


After graduating college, she was on a trip to Key West 
along with some friends. They had been walking away 
from a bar, when three men stopped and asked if they 
would enjoy having a drink with them. Margaret was the 
only one who said yes to the handsomest of the three. 
He took her arm and escorted her into a nearby cocktail 
lounge; while her friends and the other two men went 
their separate ways. He became the next man too see her 
nude. 

The interior of the place was dark and tasteless. They 
found a table in the back, and Margaret soon enjoyed 
conversing with the man. To her surprise, she told him, 
"You look like someone I know, but I can't place who 
you are." They had a second drink and the man asked, 
"What would it take to get you to my hotel room? Not to 
insult you with the question, but, I'd like to make 
love with you?" 

"Why don't you tell me...? I think..."

"Would $1,000 be enough? No, make it what you want." 
the man said in a halting voice. 

Unable to determine, Margaret thought about her old 
boss, and said, without any real meaning, "You're about 
four of those short." If that answers your question." 

"Wow that is steep..."

"Perhaps, but believe it or not... I'm still a virgin!"

"You kidding, aren't you? No, you're being honest. I 
can see it in your face. Okay, but if your not; I don't 
owe you even a dime. Deal?" 

Knowing she was having her period and hell this guy 
seemed so innocent, he won't know the difference. In 
the hotel room and observing the man undress, Margaret 
could not believe how the man seemed to be twice the 
size of Dexter, and was slightly fearful in viewing the 
large male organ. 

Margaret was coy, and had the man turn the lights off 
before she would take off her panties. Once they were 
in the dark, Margaret pulled her tampon out, walked to 
the bathroom, and flushed it down. She then swabbed 
between her legs, to remove any evidence of her menses. 

In the bed, Margaret did an Academy Award for her 
performance as a virgin being deflowered. The man 
believed her, and as he sunk into her depths, and she 
cried out, "Oh my god, you're killing me, you're too 
big! Stop for a minute." 

He convinced Margaret to let him enjoy her two more 
times, besides the first time, after supposedly taking 
her cherry. She climaxed on both the second and third 
times. When she got up from the bed, Margaret tuned on 
the light, so the man could see the blood on him and 
her, and all over the sheets. She had wiggled and 
smeared blood and tried to get away from his "big 
thing," which Margaret figured was no more than five 
inches long. 

Margaret took a shower, then, as the man did, she 
searched in his pockets and found a gold business card 
case. Opening it, discovered the man was someone she 
did know, or at least from television. Hell, he's that 
preacher from California, Rev. Fuchs-a-lot, hey! 

Margaret undressed and stepped into the shower with the 
good Reverend.

They dried off and she led him by his stumpy cock back 
to the bed and had him back inside her in her in record 
time. By the time the TV minister had gotten off, 
Margaret had climaxed twice. She walked out of the 
hotel room with the $5,000, plus his gold card case of 
business cards. Her husband saw the case and cards one 
day and asked how she happened to have them. 

She just said, "I found them on the street and had kept 
them as a memento of my trip to Key West."

*****

Now another man was viewing her nude body. The five-
foot, seven woman knew her 36-C breasts were still as 
firm as a twenty-year-old's. She exercised every day, 
which kept her excellent figure. The light curly pubes 
over her firm, tight sex was a welcome sight to any 
man. Having had sex only a few times during her forty-
five years, she still understood well as she watched 
Peter undressing. She gazed looked at the tool between 
his legs and thought, "My god, it has been nearly a 
dozen years since I've had sex, and now I'm about to 
get the biggest cock of my life. Oh hell, I'm glad it's 
so huge." 

"Peter, don't take me too quickly, I want to feel that 
monster parting my sex, and slithering into my hole 
like a huge python. But once you're all the way inside 
me; take me deep and hard!"

They lay on the bed, then, with little foreplay, 
Margaret felt the blunt head of the large cock poking 
at her labia. Slowly Peter worked the thick and long 
cock into the woman. He loved hearing her moan as he 
entered her fully. Peter knew from conversation with 
Margaret, that it had been several years since she had 
been sexually active, and he wanted to give her one 
great fuck. 

"Um, ohhhh... yes, ohhhh, Peter you're the biggest man 
I've ever...! Easy! Oh, my god! Augh!!! You're all the 
way in. Stay still, for a moment. Not yet, Oh God 
you're fucking me so hard!" Margaret wanted it hard, 
but not as suddenly as she was receiving his monster. 
Her legs were pulled back, and waving around in the 
air. Still, she was being taken deep and hard. 

"Damn, you're fucking tight. You're a wonder in bed. 
Oh, Margaret, you're going to bring me down. SHIT!! I 
can't hold back. You're so fucking tight I've got to 
cum, now, Margaret, now!"

"Yessss, oh yessss... Peter fuck me... like... that... 
fuck me... like that, oh hell... fuck me... Aughhhhh, 
I'm coming...eeeyieee, now... Peter fuck me... fuck 
me!" 
Peter rode the sensual woman twice more, then it was 
time to go home. Even he could not have fucked again, 
she had drained his balls dry. After their first time, 
Margaret had cried tears of joy. 

But she later exclaimed, "I can't believe I just 
committed adultery!." 

"No, you had needs that had to be answered. I just 
happened to have been a very lucky man, as I was the 
one who felt such a powerful woman take me."

*****

Over the next month, Yancy posed for the painting 
between her schedule of work and school. Finally, the 
work was completed and Peter took the painting home 
with him each night to do some minor work that did not 
require her to be present. Unknown to Yancy, the 
painting was done, but Peter hadn't told her as he 
wanted to have it framed and then returned to her. 

While finishing the painting, Peter and Yancy had 
enjoyed sex after each posing session. Yancy had looked 
forward to the lovemaking with him, and she would sob 
out her releases with the powerfully built male. One 
evening after having sex, Yancy said, "Peter, you make 
me cum every time we have sex, or almost every time, is 
that natural, as I love the feelings you give me." 

"It depends on the woman... I guess." Peter had reached 
out and pulled the young 18-year-old girl into his arms 
and told her, "You're a great fuck, and your body is 
perfect, especially your hips... I would love to..." 

"What, you would love to what? Peter... tell me..."

"I can't say it to you. You would likely hate me if I 
told you what I wanted, Yancy."

"No... nothing can ever be hidden between us, after 
all, you are the first man and only one, to have me 
like this," Yancy had said, knowing she couldn't allow 
him to know she had enjoyed sex with her brother, 
Martin. 

"Yancy, I would love to... make... anal... love... with 
you, or at least... try. If you... oh hell I shouldn't 
have. I'm sorry for saying or asking, Yancy."

"Peter, tell me what to do... I understand what you 
want... I just don't know what I... I should do. But, 
yes, I will if you want that with me. Oh... my! I must 
be... Do you love me a little, Peter?" 

"Yes... yes, I guess I do love you, even if I'm older 
then your father," Peter had replied. Then he showed 
her what she needed to do so they could have anal sex. 

Finding some Vaseline, Peter rubbed it over her 
rosebud, and used his finger to work it inside her anal 
ring. Smearing some of the smooth paste over his cock, 
Peter moved behind the young girl, and soon had the 
head of his cock inside her sphincter. Peter watched as 
he penetrated the light pink muscle ring that made up 
her anal opening, and to his surprise, did not her any 
sound from Yancy. 

Then she told him, "Peter, you're so large, go gently, 
I feel like you're tearing me apart. Aughhhh! Oh, my 
God... you going up into my butt. Peter, it hurts and 
feels like it's burning, just do it and do it quick 
before I change my mind!" 

"Oh hell... it hurts, but feels good. Peter, hurry. I 
can't stand it much longer... Aughhh... holy shit. 
Peter, you're cumming in my butt... aren't you? Do it 
hard and get it over with... Ayieeee... ohhhhh noooo, 
no more!" 

Peter emptied his cream up the girl's no longer virgin 
ass, as she cried out, "No more." He made several hard 
and long and deep plunges with his fully erect penis. 
He knew he was larger than normal, so could feel her 
tight sphincter squeezing his cock like a rubber band. 
This girl had given him her virgin mouth, virgin pussy, 
and now her virgin anus. He wanted her to never forget 
his taking her anal cherry and so, he rode her had as 
he shot off five loads of cum up into her bowels. 

*****

Margaret would visit Peter at least once a week, and 
each time she would return home with her cunt dripping 
wet with Peter's male juices. Margaret had enjoyed anal 
sex with her husband, but when Peter broached the 
subject, she told him, "There is no way you pushing 
that big log up my back door, it hurts enough in the 
front door." 

*****

One evening about a month after Peter had mounted the 
3-foot high by 4-foot long painting on her living room 
wall, directly across from her sofa bed, and Yancy was 
laying on her open bed in a sheer lingerie. Upon 
hearing the door bell, she walked over to look through 
the security hole in the door and saw it was her 
father. 

She opened the door without any thought of putting on a 
robe, even as her body was visible through sheer satin 
and most lace nightwear. After closing the door, Yancy 
hugged her father and said, "About time you came to 
visit me, it has been almost two weeks, set down daddy, 
want a coffee or coke, sorry, I don't have any beer." 

"Coffee, would be fine. And... Yancy, you're something 
else in that outfit. Guess I best leave... as it looks 
like you're ready for bed, or have some special company 
coming over." Robert, laughing and teasing, said to his 
pretty daughter. 

"Sorry, daddy, let me put the bed up so you can be 
comfortable. Besides, I dressed like this when I found 
out you were coming over tonight. Did I entice my 
handsome man?"

They enjoyed coffee, then Yancy and Robert had somehow 
ended up lying down on the bed. Her parents had never 
been shy about being open in their affections around 
their children, but had never crossed the line. Now 
Robert was looking at his daughter's pouty, pink, 
nipples point tenting the fabric of her nightie. He 
could even see the darkness of her pubic hair, and, at 
times the slit between her vulva. 

Lying with her father gave Yancy a real turn-on. It had 
been nearly a week since she and Peter had been 
intimate. But, he had gone to a reunion of his old 
military unit. How or why she took her father's hand 
and placed in on her breast; she didn't know or even 
understand until she heard her father say, "Honey, do 
you realize you've moved my hand on your breasts. It's 
nice, but I think I should stop. Don't you?" 

"Oh... daddy... I didn't know I had done... Keep it 
there, please... It's not wrong, is it..."

"Yancy, our being this close and your dressed like this 
is the most taboo thing between a father and his 
daughter that can happen." 

Instead of his daughter pulling his hand away, she 
squeezed it tightly against her breast.

It was only then that Robert saw the painting on the 
wall. The image of her laying on the chaise lounge in 
the bathroom against the mirrored wall was beautiful. 
She was lying on her side, with her shoulders more or 
less flat against the pillows. Her pointed breasts were 
lifted upward, and the dark triangle of pubic hair was 
a thick wedge shape across her lower body and between 
her legs, as one was somewhat crossed over the other. 

He could see the roundness of her buttocks, reflected 
in the mirrored tile. They were like perfect, round 
balls, tight and firm. The crease where they met her 
legs, showed how attractive her ass was for any man to 
see. 

"Yancy, my god, the painting is beautiful. When did you 
pose for that? You're beautiful! My god, I can't 
believe how stunning you look, and are. I should 
leave."

"No, do you like the painting? I had someone paint it 
for me." Yancy told how she had seen the three elf 
paintings in the bathroom, and had met the man who 
painted them, as he lived behind her on the hill. 

"Some man saw you nude??? Yancy, you..."

"Dear father, he is a perfect older gentleman, and 
paints. He is good, isn't he? No, he never touched me 
or tried to have sex me," Yancy lied. 

Suddenly Yancy felt her father pressing his pelvic area 
against her hips. She could feel his erection through 
his slacks, as she squeezed his hand tighter to her 
breast, and then moved it to the other one, but in 
doing so, slipped it under the top of her nightie. 
Yancy was totally aroused as she turned and faced her 
father. As she did so, guided his other hand between 
her legs, and whispered, "Daddy, touch me, be my 
first." Once more Yancy was at the very end of her 
cycle and she knew there would be enough blood to allow 
her father to believe he was her first, the same as she 
had done with Martin, her brother. 

"Yancy, we... can't, it isn't... it isn't right..."

"Daddy, say nothing else... okay..."

Moving from the sofa bed, Yancy stood up and pulled the 
sleeping garment over her head and tossed it onto the 
chair across the room. "Daddy, undress. Even if we just 
hold each other, I want to feel you, and know what a 
man's thing is like. Please, no, daddy, don't leave." 

Robert looked at his daughter, and knew he should 
leave. But he was unable to stop undressing. Naked, he 
moved to his daughter and they stood holding each other 
tightly. His lips were soon nursing at his daughter's 
peaked nipples, as he moved her onto the sofa bed, his 
hands were stroking her stomach, thighs and then the 
hair over her mons. 

"Put your thing in the edge of mine... just in the 
edge, Let me at least feel that much. Ohhhhh! Daddy, I 
feel... Not so deep, Wait a little... just move it in 
the edge like that. Daddy, it hurts. No, don't pull 
away. I want you to..." 

Yancy cried out in mock surrender of her virginity, 
"Daddy!!!!!" Easy, oh daddy... not so deeppppp, You're 
in me all the way. Noooo... What is going to happen? I 
feel so funny... Aughhhh, yessss. Daddy, did you make 
me do it. Ohhhh, yessss, that feels so good, daddy... 
daddy... you got me off. Yessss, you're my first!!!" 

After seeing the slight amount of blood on his 
shrinking cock and the red color mixed in with his 
semen as it ran out from his daughter's sex, Robert 
cried out in frustration.

"Daddy, don't cry... I wanted it even more than you... 
you were my first... I feel so good... did... did... 
did you make me come... is that what I did... it felt 
so good... did you squirt your stuff in me... did you 
dear daddy?" 

After a breather, daughter once more lead her father's 
manhood to the edge of her sex. She asked him to be 
gentle was once again ridden. She climaxed several 
times before her father unloaded his male juices deep 
up in her belly. 

They were enjoying another cup of coffee when the phone 
rang.

"Oh, hi, mom... yes, daddy is sitting her with me 
drinking a cup of coffee, I might let him speak with 
you, but I gave him heck for not having come over for 
two weeks or more. When are you coming over? Okay, here 
is daddy." 

After speaking with his wife for a few minutes, he was 
once more back between his daughter's thighs. As he 
rode her succulent body, he recalled his wife's 
question, "Did you get her cherry, and how many times?" 

After he had taken Yancy the third time, he said he 
needed to shower before going home to her mother, and 
hoped she would never know what they had done tonight. 
"Yancy, you don't hate me, do you?"

"Daddy, how could I hate you after what we shared. 
You're really big aren't you?"

*****

Over the next couple of months, Yancy was with Peter 
three or so times a week, her brother Martin, and her 
father each had enjoyed her a couple of times. Finally 
school was out once more, and Yancy was extremely happy 
with her life, as all her sexual urges were being 
satisfied. In fact, she even had allowed herself to be 
taken by Dr. Fuller. But when he asked her to be with 
him the second time, she explained she felt like she 
was a bad person for "making him" cheat on his wife. 
Dr. Fuller was satisfied with her response, but she did 
promise that if she went to the medical seminar in late 
August, she might not be as reluctant, as they would be 
out of town. 

One Friday afternoon Yancy's mother called her at work 
and asked if she would like to have dinner with her 
after she got off work. Yancy was happy to be invited 
by her mother, and it was agreed that Mona would meet 
her at her apartment around 7:00 that evening. 

*****

Knowing each time her husband had been sexual with 
their daughter; Mona decided to see if her daughter 
would be receptive to having an evening with them at 
the swingers club they belonged to. Mona wondered what 
Yancy would say when she broached the subject. She 
still hadn't decided whether to confront her with the 
fact that she was aware she and her father had sex 
together before asking about swinging, or wait and see 
what she said about going to the club. 

Over dinner, Mona informed Yancy that she was going to 
have Peter Masters' paint her for an anniversary 
present for her father. "Yancy, what was it like to be 
nude in front of the man, especially as you were a 
virgin then, did it bother you, did he touch you. Be 
honest. I feel so strange knowing he will see me nude. 
Your father wants my legs somewhat open, you 
understand. In fact, I'm supposed to ask if you would 
like to have a painting of the two of us done for 
Robert." 

Yancy was somewhat taken back by her mother's innocent 
comment of "... as you were a virgin then.. Does mom 
know I'm having sex, and even with daddy? Did he tell 
mom... about?"

The conversation drifted away from sex, and Yancy's 
virginity when Mona asked, "Yancy, your father and I 
would like for you to accompany us to a private club we 
belong to. Would you be interested in going with us 
tomorrow night?" 

"What kind of club is it mom?"

"A swingers club, you know where you change partners, 
and have sexual relations with someone other than your 
spouse. Am I shocking you, honey?"

"Mom, you and dad, you're swingers! How long have you 
been doing this? Are you for real? You're asking me to 
go??? I'd be watching my parents have sex. Mom, are you 
serious?" Yancy asked as she sat in disbelief in 
hearing her mother admit to having sex with someone 
other than her husband... her father. 

"We've been swingers since you were first born. Does 
this shock you?"

"Mom, I know you're serious and I can see your not 
uncomfortable in informing me. But, what about dad? He 
might get really mad if he knew you asked me to..." 

"Yancy, it was my idea your father take your virginity. 
Yes, the two of us planned it. In fact we thought of it 
when we first watched you swim nude with us. Remember 
the times the three of us swam nude; from the time 
between starting your senior year of school..." 

"Mom, you knew dad and I had... that we,... he, and I 
had... sex... and he was my first. Mom!!! I don't know 
what to say!"

"Yes, your father and I hope... and Yancy,... I knew 
each time the two of you had sex. Don't you recall? I 
always called. And the first time when you two did it, 
I called and he had done you twice and then once more 
that evening. So, are you willing?" 

"Mom, how many guys will I have to be with? Will dad be 
one of them? I guess, mom, you let other men?"

"Yes, and the more I can the more I will. You can do it 
with only those you want, but at first we will likely 
go in the pitch black room." 

"What is that...?"

"It's a room that you enter and there is no light, 
none. As you enter through one door into a small 
hallway, then through another door. It is completely 
dark. You never know who it will be with. After an hour 
or two in that room, we will go into the bar and 
lounge." 

"Do people know you, will they know who I am?"

"Yes, and you will know them and perhaps a couple of 
your friends will be there. Tomorrow night brings a new 
guest, or son, or daughter, night." 

Smiling at her daughter, Mona loved the look of 
wonderment that was on Yancy's face, and told her, "I 
won't tell you who belongs, but if you go you must 
never divulge who the members of the club are."

"Okay, but are there girls my age at the club?" Yancy 
asked.

Then she told Yancy, "One thing you'll like is that if 
you say 'no' it means 'no,' and no one will force you 
to participate if you don't wish to do so." 

*****

Saturday evening at 7:30, Yancy got into the car with 
her parents, and she was nervous, and was surprised 
when her mother had her sit with her father in the 
front seat, while she sat in the back. She wore a pair 
of white shorts with a checkered printed blue and white 
button up blouse, and had not worn her bra, but had 
worn a white thong panty. Her shoes were two-inch 
mules. 

Mona had dressed in a pair of yellow club shorts with a 
flowered shell top and mules, also. During the drive, 
Yancy could not help but gasp when her father asked, 
"Do I get to be the first with you tonight, or are you 
planning on just watching?" 

"Mom, did you hear what your husband asked me? Maybe, 
we should just go back to my place and both of us wear 
him out. Daddy, you should be ashamed."

Reaching the building where the party was being held 
was nearly an hour's drive, and Yancy had never seen 
the building previously. The property was located in a 
wooded area, and it was still light enough for her to 
enjoy the drive from home to the club building. There 
were several cars, pickup trucks, vans of all types and 
even three RV units. Yancy did not count the vehicles, 
but guessed that there were at least forty or fifty 
vehicles in the lot, and was surprised when her father 
said, "Guess there are still several more to show up 
tonight." 

"How, many couples or people will show up tonight, and 
mom, where do we undress? I don't want people watching 
me."

"There is a locker room, and will have two or three 
people staffing the lockers. They will give you a 
towel, and a lock, so you can leave your purse in the 
locker." Mona looked at her daughter, and noted a small 
quiver to the corner of her lip, and asked, "Did you 
bring the small pouch with perfume, lipstick and 
deodorant with you? Remember, you can shower whenever 
you wish." 

Entering the room, and not seen by Yancy, was Randy 
Prather, and he could not believe his friends who he 
had swung with for several years were arriving with 
their daughter. Randy knew one thing and that was to be 
sure he was the first with Yancy this evening, and he 
knew how to ensure that he would be the first to unload 
his cum into her body. Just inside the first set of 
doors was a set back, and no one could see anyone 
standing their as they entered the chamber leading to 
the dark room. 

It was the custom to always bring a new member to the 
dark room first so they did not worry about who they 
were with when first starting to swing. Watching his 
friends and daughter go to the lockers, Randy got up 
from the chair where he was seated and carried his 
towel with him to the dark room entrance. Stepping 
inside the room, he knew it would likely be another 
five minutes before his chance to be with Yancy was to 
happen. 

Yancy was a little embarrassed as she undressed in 
front of her parents, but then thought nothing more 
about it as she watched her mother reach out and tug at 
her husbands half hard manhood. "Like seeing your two 
favorite women in the nude, do you Robert?" 

Entering the dark room, Yancy said nothing as the door 
closed, and she had entered last, and when she felt who 
she thought was her father reach out and take her hand, 
made no comment. Yancy had been told by her parents to 
not call them her dad and mom, and if she didn't wish 
to use her own name, she could make up a name for the 
evening or simply not use one, but never give out your 
name in the dark room. 

Feeling the hand lead her through the second door and 
finding herself being helped to lie down on the wall-
to-wall mattress in the dark room, Yancy could not help 
but shudder hearing the sounds of passions, and she 
wondered how many people were in the room, as it sound 
like 30 or more. 

Once she was on the mattress, Yancy found she was being 
kissed and she knew it wasn't her father, as the man 
who was kissing her had a mustache. Her hands were soon 
holding onto the man's head as he was nursing at her 
breasts, and his mouth was soon giving her oral 
pleasures that caused her to cry out, "I'm going to 
cum... ohhhhh, lick me like that... I'm cumming... 
aughhhh!" 

Within moments, the man was over her body and placing 
the thick head of his cock to the entrance of her 
pussy, and he moved it up and down for a few minutes, 
and then he was entering her in a tremendous shove, and 
it was nearly brutal. Yancy had never been entered so 
suddenly and hard on the initial entry, and she cried 
out, "My god... be easy... not so hard... oh hell your 
killing me...umh... ohhhhh... you're thick." 

As she shouted out her pleas to be taken, but not so 
hard, Yancy felt the man jam his erection deep up into 
her body and she knew that he was giving her his cum. 
The man lay on her for sometime, then begin to make 
movements to make him self hard once more. It was at 
least 10-minutes before the man was again hard, and 
started fucking the teenager once more. This time Yancy 
was prepared and she hugged and pulled the man into her 
body with her hands, arms, and legs. "I'm cumming with 
you... give me your cum, yes, cum in me... now... oh 
hell your deep," Yancy cried out. 

Just before he pulled his shrinking cock from Yancy's 
pussy, Randy whispered, "Thanks, Yancy, you're a great 
fuck!"

No, Yancy thought, that can't have been Randy... no 
way, yet for some reason his voice sounded like the man 
who had assaulted her and tried to rape her twice. 
Thinking it was only her imagination, Yancy was soon 
being caressed by someone else, and at the same time a 
mouth was nursing at her breasts. When a stranger's 
hard erection was being pushed up into her body, a 
mouth was sucking her breasts, and Yancy knew it was 
the mouth of a woman. 

Unknown to Randy, and more importantly to Yancy, the 
first two loads of male semen with billions of sperm 
were attacking into her uterus. One of Randy's 
swimmers, searched out a suitable eggs, and united with 
its nucleus. The fertilized egg would divide, and, in 
nine months would produce identical twins for Yancy. 

For another two hours, Yancy had sex with many 
different men, and she did not know if one was her 
father. Finally, she knew she needed a break and on her 
own crawled over to where the small blue light 
indicated where the door knobs were located, and she 
left the black room, and then the entry and headed for 
the shower. After showering she took a clean towel with 
her and headed back to where the bar and cocktail 
lounge was located. 

Arriving at the bar, Yancy saw her parents and they 
were seated with Randy Prather. "My god, it was 
Randy... noooo... my first time to swing and it was 
with the man who attempted to rape me... not once but 
twice," Yancy said to her self. 

"You must have been having a good time, as we have been 
out of the black room for at least an hour," Mona said.

"So, what do you think," Yancy heard her father ask, 
and then he smiled and asked if she would like to see 
one of the private rooms? 

Not knowing what they were, Yancy said yes, and as she 
and her father were leaving, she listened as her dad 
asked, "Want to come along Randy, may we can work up a 
double?"

Yancy wanted to say no, but when she was led into one 
of the private rooms, she saw it was decorated up like 
an old time bedroom. Above the bed was an advertisement 
print of an art show, and the figure was representing a 
prostitute and the name of the artist was Zoë 
something, which she couldn't make out. 

Within moments the Yancy was being made love to by her 
father, who suddenly moved from her body and told her, 
"Sit down over Randy and take him, and then I will take 
you from the back."

No sooner was she straddling the thick cock and Randy, 
which she decided she might just as well enjoy after 
all that, had happened, and then she felt her father 
trying to enter her butt. It took several minutes, but 
before long, she was being taken in both her pussy and 
butt. Yancy was soon crying out her passion, and 
begging the two men to fuck her. 

"Yes, oh hell... Randy I want your cock... yes... daddy 
take my ass... oh god I feel so full... I feel like I'm 
being split in half... god... fuck me... oh fuck me... 
deeper oh deeper in my ass... oh my god... I'm 
cumming... now!" 

After a few more minutes, Robert pulled his cock from 
his daughter's ass and had her moved over and takes his 
cock in her pussy, and then Randy was driving his thick 
cock up into her bowels. For another ten- minutes, 
Yancy cried out her feelings of being fucked in both 
her ass and pussy and begged them to fuck her all 
night. 

Unknown to Yancy, Randy reached over and turned a 
switch that changed the sign by the door from IN USE to 
MALES WANTED. Before the night was over the several 
males who had not came as a partner to a female, had 
unleashed their loads of semen into Yancy's mouth pussy 
and ass. No one kept an actual count, but Yancy had 
known from her attempt in counting how many men had 
used her, that it was at least 42. Counting the ones in 
the dark room, Yancy knew that she had been fucked at 
least 50 times. 

Around 5:00 in the morning, Yancy fell asleep on the 
bed, and she knew that a woman was going down on her, 
and as she opened her eyes, she believed it was her 
mother, but she was so tired her eyes did not focus 
properly. 

When Yancy finally woke up on Sunday, it was noon. 
Looking in the mirror as she stood by the bed, Yancy 
could see she was a mess. Her body was covered with 
cum, and she knew she wanted a hot shower. Leaving the 
room, she walked back down the hallway that had gotten 
her to the room from the bar the previous night, and 
soon was in the bar and lounge. 

When she entered the room, the crowd all clapped their 
hands, whistled and shouted out in greeting and asked 
how many more she wanted after lunch? "If anyone tries 
to fuck me, he better have a doctor handy, as I will 
likely cut his dick off," Yancy laughed as she headed 
to the showers, with her mother behind her. 

"Did you enjoy yourself, honey, would you want to come 
in her again with us, or you can join on your own," 
Norma asked?

After showering with her daughter and washing her body 
for her, Norma and Yancy applied makeup, and headed 
back to the lounge to enjoy dinner. Eating a large 
steak with Texas fries, and corn on the cob, and 
drinking two cups of tea, Yancy was finally relaxed. 

When a tall and premature graying man walked over and 
sat on the sofa with Yancy she was struck with him 
immediately. Glancing downward, Yancy could see he was 
large and even had a cock bigger than Peter. For 
several minutes they spoke and how she came to be under 
him on the sofa, Yancy wasn't certain, but within 
moments she was pleading for the man to not take her... 
not hard... god I'm so fucking sore... my pussy feels 
raw... oh my god, you're huge... easy... oh shit... you 
too fucking big... aughhh, easy, ohhhhh... fuck me... 
yessss, Aughhhhh...I'm cumming!!!" 

Yancy looked up once and found everyone was crowed 
around where she was being taken on the sofa, and she 
fell into the tempo of the fucking she was getting and 
the mood of the crowd. Her cries of passion were loud 
and she finally shouted out once again, and this time 
over and over, "Fuck me, fuck me... my god... fuck me!" 

Finally Yancy was once more seated on the sofa, and her 
body felt like a sledge hammer had pounded her insides. 
Then she smiled at the man as he handed her a cigarette 
and his lighter, and looking at the engraving on the 
lighter could not believe what she was reading. 

"Your... god I love your music... and your instrument 
now... are you really... for real you're..." Yancy lay 
back on the sofa, and looking up at the handsome 
singer, told him and everyone else could hear her, 
"Fuck me... I want you to fuck me once more..., please. 
" 

Before leaving the club that evening, Yancy had taken 
ten more men. As they were walking to the car, Yancy 
asked her mother, "Mom, how many did you do... if you 
want to tell me... I did at least 50 last night and a 
dozen or so today?" 

"You hold the record on the number of men or women you 
took my little daughter, and from what your father and 
I were told you actually had 72 in total." Smiling at 
her daughter, Norma told her, "I had 11, and one of 
them was you..." 

*****

Three months later when it was discovered that Yancy 
was pregnant, she was told she had twins inside her, 
but her parents said if she wanted an abortion, it 
would be alright.

Instead, Yancy asked Peter to take her out for dinner, 
and as they ate, she informed him about being pregnant, 
and the night that it likely happened that she became 
with child. Yancy admitted to Peter that she had 
returned to the club since the first time, and had done 
so last weekend. Then Yancy asked, "Peter would you 
marry me... I will promise to be faithful to you and 
not return to the club..." 

"Yes, I will marry you, but I think we should continue 
with the club, and would you take me as your guest next 
weekend?"

During the remainder of the meal, Peter spoke of how he 
had made love to her mother while painting her, and he 
smiled as he spoke, "Yancy, you and your mother feel 
the same when I make love to either of you... that is 
the truth. Yancy, your mother wants me to make love 
and paint Betsy..." 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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