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Jenni's Story - 1
by Brian_r_98 (brian_r_98@yahoo.com)

***

Jenni learns to play with herself, and with her 
girlfriend. Stepdad learns of it and makes her do it 
for him. (Mf, ped, reluc)

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Chapter 2 – I Played, He Watched

It was during that 8th grade year that I became friends 
with Jessica. We went everywhere, did everything 
together. I always liked going to her house and usually 
went there before coming home in the afternoon. Her mom 
worked until almost dinner time, but was cool with us 
being there alone.

One day she showed me some magazines she'd found in the 
basement. They were filled with pictures of naked men 
and women. They were doing all the things we'd 
overheard the high school girls at St. Ignatius talking 
about – touching and licking and sucking... and 
fucking. I felt a tingle between my legs.

We got nervous about having the magazines out and 
Jessica put them back in the basement. We promised 
ourselves we'd look at them again another time. 
Actually, it was several more times. One of those times 
Jessica turned to me with a funny look on her face.

"Jenni, when you look at these pictures or think about 
them later, do you ever... um... you know... touch 
yourself... um... there?"

I was speechless. I just know my mouth was flopping 
open like some fish. 'How did she know?!?,' my mind 
screamed at me. Finally I tried to speak. 
"Aaaaaahhhh... um...well. Aaaahhhh." Articulate, wasn't 
I?

I don't know what compelled me to tell the truth. But 
it was like I couldn't NOT tell her my biggest secret. 
"Yea, sometimes. Do you?"

Jessica's sigh told me she had been worried about what 
I might say. "Ohmygod!! Just every day, and especially 
on days we look at the magazines! And you know what 
else I do?" She reached into her night stand and pulled 
out this little metal tube. She handed it to me.

As I turned it over in my hand, she continued. 
"Sometimes I try to push this up inside...well, you 
know. It was my Dad's. He smokes these smelly cigars 
sometimes that come in a tube like this. I kept one 
from a month or so ago."

Suddenly I had this vision of a naked Jessica trying to 
push this little metal tube into the hole between her 
legs. "Can I watch you?" I looked at her pleadingly. 
'God, say yes, say yes, say yes...'

"You don't think it's gross?" She seemed hesitant, like 
she didn't want to offend me.

"Oh, God, no. I love looking at the pictures with the 
women when they have a... you know... inside them." I 
couldn't say the word.

Jessica smiled. "You mean a cock?" 

I jumped. Then I grinned. "Yea, a cock. Do you pretend 
it's a cock when you...when you use it to...um, you 
know, when you USE it...?"

Jessica reached and took tube from me. Her eyes locked 
on mine, never wavering, never moving. On the edges of 
my vision I saw her reaching under her skirt, identical 
to mine, lifting it in front up to her waist, the free 
hand pulling aside the crotch of the same kind of white 
panties I had on myself. Her other hand, with the tube 
in it, moved toward her face.

"It needs to be a little wet to go in better."

She opened her mouth, her lips forming a small O, the 
tube disappearing into it, slowly. And all the while 
she never broke eye contact. I could see her other hand 
moving gently. She was playing with herself!!

"Now watch this."

She tilted her head down, her eyes following her own 
hand with the tube, reaching for her pussy. Dark, curly 
hairs, still sparse but a little thicker than mine, hid 
the actual slit. The hand already there spread the 
puffy lips apart revealing the pink insides. The tube 
ran along the lips and then dipped into the depression 
at the bottom. And began to disappear inside.

I stopped breathing. I mean it. I just forgot to 
breathe for a moment or so. When she moaned, I jumped. 
At least I started breathing again. She slowly pushed 
the tube in, pulling it out again just as slowly. I saw 
an oily wetness glistening in the dim light. Jessica 
spread her legs farther apart and began falling 
backwards. She laid back, her hands still busy at her 
crotch, never changing the rhythm. She opened her eyes 
and looked at me. Her eyes traveled down, past my 
chest, and stopped. I looked down to see my own hand in 
my own crotch, panties pulled aside and a finger on the 
button at the top of my slit.

Her eyes met mine again. "Your blonde hair is pretty 
there. Can I see the rest of it?"

So I showed her. From then on, that's the way it went 
most times I was at Jessica's house. We'd look at 
magazines, or talk about how hot the high school boys 
were, or just pull our panties off together as we 
climbed on her bed. She tried to get me to try putting 
her tube inside me like she did, but I didn't dare. 
Sometimes I'd lick it though, and suck on it, like the 
pictures in the magazines of women sucking on cocks. 
I'd close my eyes and pretend it was the cock of some 
boy I had a crush on. I'd usually suck on the tube 
before Jessica put it inside herself, but once I licked 
it clean after she was done with it. Gawd, it felt so 
sexy and depraved when I did that. I didn't tell her, 
but I kind of liked the taste.

Mom got a job promotion just before Christmas, to begin 
with the new year. She would have to work different 
hours, starting later in the morning and finishing 
later into the evening. That meant she wouldn't ever be 
home when I got home. Mom was all worried about it, 
talked about it every day for almost a week. Then, the 
Friday before Christmas, Jim came home with job news. 
He'd traded shifts with someone so he'd go in earlier 
and be home earlier – early enough to meet me when I 
came home.

For the few days before Jim's news I was thinking I'd 
fallen into a bed of rose petals, but Jim's 
announcement ruined all that. I had visions of myself 
running naked around the house, playing with my little 
blonde pussy whenever I wanted, for at least a couple 
of hours every day. I'd even planned that Jessica and I 
could come to my house to play our games. But that 
wouldn't happen.

Jim surprised me again with his Christmas gift – thong 
panties, almost a dozen pair. I looked at him with 
shock, then to Mom. She didn't say a word, though she 
didn't look like she was very happy about it. Jim had 
always given me some kind of girly gift, usually very 
appropriate for a pre-teen big girl – cute but not too 
sexy. This changed things. Mom's only comment about 
them was that I wasn't to wear them to school.

Right after New Year's I was back at school, right back 
into the swing of things. Once or twice a week I'd get 
permission to stop at Jessica's on the way home. It was 
different, though, knowing Jim was at the house waiting 
for me. 

Perhaps that's why I suggested what I did. Jessica 
couldn't believe me at first. After all, she was 
usually the bold one, and here I'd come up with an idea 
that left her speechless.

"Let me get this straight," Jessica said. "As soon as 
we come in the door, we take off all our clothes and 
carry them through the house to my room?"

"Yea," my voice sounded calmer than I felt. "Think how 
kinky it will be to be walking naked where you've only 
ever walked with clothes on!" I put extra excitement in 
my voice as much to convince myself, I think. Little 
did Jessica know I'd spent many an hour standing naked 
in my own house, reddened ass pointing out to the 
living room, subject to the stares and touches of my 
own stepfather, Jim.

And so we did. Jessica was a little chicken at first. I 
was down to my panties and she was still fiddling with 
blouse buttons. She caught up quick, though. She liked 
my blonde pussy and wanted to see more of it. I was 
walking through the living room towards the hallway 
where her bedroom was so she rushed through the rest of 
the undressing and caught up to me as I turned into her 
room.

Her hand brushed my butt as she passed, stopping at the 
window and standing to one side as she pulled down the 
shade. She turned to me with a very big grin.

"I have an idea... Instead of you licking my tube to 
get it slick before it goes in my pussy, why don't you 
try licking where it's gonna go?"

Now that surprised me. She'd held my panties aside as I 
stroked myself, discreetly playing with my pussy hair 
or touching a pussy lip. Once she put her finger in my 
pussy right next to mine. I still hadn't tried her 
little tube, but I was definitely getting closer. But 
asking me outright if I'd lick her pussy?

"Oh, yes, Jessica, I'd love to. And will you do that to 
me after?" Whose voice was that? Did I really say that? 
Ohmygod, I just agreed to lick another girl's pussy! 
And wanted mine licked, too!

I had no idea I could push my tongue so far up 
Jessica's pussy and she loved it. You should have heard 
her scream when she came. When it was her turn to lick 
she pushed my legs open really wide. Really, really, 
wide. I felt like I was doing the splits. I thought I 
could make myself have a really great orgasm!! While I 
was still panting from the going-over she'd done me, 
she pestered me and I said yes. And so, that very day I 
did let her push her tube up inside me. And I loved it. 
We'd be doing that even more. I might even have to find 
something like that for myself.

I came home from school one afternoon and found Jim 
sitting at the kitchen table, working on the crossword 
in the paper. He looked as though he had already taken 
a shower and changed to comfortable clothes, something 
he typically wouldn't have time to do. I asked if 
anything was wrong and he said, "Nah, water line broke 
about mid-morning and they sent us home early."

I walked over and leaned against his chair, watching as 
he filled in the squares. He slipped his arm around my 
waist and asked, "Good day at school, Jenni?"

I nodded. "Yeah, it was okay."

A moment later his hand traveled down my hip to my bare 
leg, and then he slipped his hand up under my skirt and 
stroked my butt. He'd done this more and more in the 
last several weeks. Not every time, not even 
frequently. But it was happening more often. And today 
was different from all those other times. I froze for a 
moment because I was wearing a thong. He glanced at me 
and said, "Your mom will whip your ass if she finds 
out."

"Please don't tell her. Please!"

He nodded. "Okay, but take them off. Right now."

I didn't want to. I knew I could reach up under my 
uniform skirt and get them down without showing him 
anything. Still, I felt like I was undressing in front 
of him, like somehow he had some special adult X-ray 
vision. I slipped them off and he took them and put 
them in his pocket. A moment later his hand was back on 
my ass. I knew it was wrong but I liked it, liked the 
way it felt. I watched him continue to work the 
crossword puzzle as he stroked my ass, his fingers 
gentle for a big man.

His hand pushed between my legs, forcing them apart. I 
shifted my feet to give him better access. His fingers 
found my pussy lips, teased them, found the wetness 
already gathering there. After only a few strokes my 
breathing quickened and got more ragged. He was moving 
me towards an orgasm, and I liked it.

His crossword puzzle forgotten, Jim put his pencil down 
and watched me. Our eyes locked. He knew I was getting 
close to cumming and I knew he could tell. He told me 
to take my skirt off and I didn't hesitate.

Her turned his chair and positioned me so he could 
stroke my ass with one hand and my belly with the 
other. After a couple of minutes he told me to take my 
blouse and bra off. I obeyed. That left me wearing just 
knee socks and my Mary Jane shoes.

I was still only barely filling an A-cup but he seemed 
to like my tits anyway. He fondled them and chuckled 
when my nipples grew hard and pointy. "I've heard you 
in your room sometimes after a spanking, especially if 
I've touched you while you were still standing against 
the wall. Do you just play with your pussy? Do you ever 
put things in it?"

I nodded to both. He wanted to know how often and I 
told him. Then he wanted to know how I'd gotten 
started. I told him that a friend, Jessica, had showed 
me.

"Did she ever touch you?" As he spoke, he slipped his 
hands between my legs and stroked my lips.

I nodded, breathing rapidly. "Yes... she did a few 
times."

"Did you like it?"

I nodded again. "Oh, yes..."

"What else do you do?"

"Uh, we look at pictures..."

"What kind of pictures?" Jim sat up a little 
straighter.

"Well, um, ah..." I sighed. Jim's eyes were burning 
into me, there was no way I couldn't answer the 
question. "Jessica found some magazines in her basement 
that have all kinds of pictures of in them of men and 
women, you know, doing stuff."

"And do these pictures make you all hot and horny?"

By then I was quite excited and his finger slipped 
easily into my tight little pussy. My wet little pussy. 
He fingered me until I came, almost collapsing against 
him. Then he told me to go and get changed. I grabbed 
my clothes and stumbled off. I played with my pussy 
again when I got to my room, flat on my back on my bed, 
my legs spread wide and my feet high. I never came so 
hard in my life.

I played with my pussy twice more before going to sleep 
and again in the morning in the shower. The events with 
Jim the previous day had really crossed a line, a 
psychological line. But instead of feeling like he'd 
betrayed an implied trust, I felt like he'd granted me 
access to a world most girls my age only gossiped 
about. I couldn't wait to see what each new day would 
bring.

I raced home from school that day, almost beating Jim 
home. He was approaching the house from the opposite 
direction and I could see him from the end of the 
block. He smiled when he saw me, a smile a lot like 
that first naked spanking Jim saw. He parked the car in 
the driveway and waited for me on the porch. He reached 
to open the door with his key, but stopped the door, 
trapping me against it. "As soon as you get inside, 
strip."

My heart jumped and I turned my head to look at him. 
There was steel in his eyes. As soon as I was through 
the doorway, my fingers were at the buttons of my 
blouse, even before reaching the kitchen table to put 
my backpack down. I finished undressing in seconds, 
turning to show him my thirteen-year-old body. And 
discovered he'd left the door wide open...

I freaked for a second or two and then Jim closed the 
door. "I just wanted to see what you'd do. By the time 
I'm done with you, that won't bother you at all."

I wasn't sure what that mean, but I calmed down from 
the fright of possibly being seen and was still 
somewhat tense. Jim had walked up very close to me, his 
finger reached out and gently flicked my nipple. It 
sprang up hard instantly and I drew a sharp intake of 
breath.

"Sit up on the edge of the table and spread your legs 
wide."

I did, my heels on the table, my knees high, and my 
pussy wide open to his gaze. That one little nipple 
flick had made both perk up and my pussy was already 
beginning to lubricate.

"You told me a few days ago that you put things inside 
you. Try this"

In his hand Jim held a cigar tube, just like the one 
Jessica had. I knew it would fit into me, but I hadn't 
ever, and hadn't let Jessica, push it very far up. I 
had the feeling that Jim would demand more of me.

Jim was watching me. I couldn't fake it, and I couldn't 
say no. His eyes never left mine as I took the tube 
from him and brought it closer to my pussy. I held the 
lips open with one hand and pointed the rounded end 
toward my hole. It slid up inside very easily, more 
easily even than when I was all hot and bothered with 
Jessica. It surprised me!

I think my surprise at the ease of entry caused me to 
tense my muscles because I didn't have the tube very 
far inside when it got stuck. While I was excited, I 
wasn't that excited – my lubrication alone apparently 
wasn't enough. I tried twisting it, pushing harder, 
easing it out then pushing in again, all without luck. 
Jim turned and went to the cupboard and came back with 
a bottle of olive oil in his hand. I'd seen Mom cooking 
with it but never considered that it could be used like 
this. He opened the bottle and held it directly over my 
pussy where the tube end was seated.

"Pull it out just for a moment."

I did and he poured a small amount of olive oil on my 
pussy. As it drooled down into my hole he gently pushed 
at my arm with the tube in it. As I placed the end 
against me again Jim poured a thin trail along the 
first couple of inches of the metal cigar tube.

Just that little bit made my pussyhole feel gooier, 
slicker. I pushed a little more firmly and an inch or 
so disappeared in me. I gasped with the feeling of 
being "occupied", but it didn't hurt.

Jim smiled at my initial success. "Work it back and 
forth slowly. See how much you can take." He sat down 
in the chair directly in front of me, my pussy at eye 
level for him.

My eyes were locked on his face and I worked that poor 
tube back and forth. He was staring at my pussy and my 
working hand. After a few minutes, as my breath became 
ragged and I felt like I was about to cum, Jim smiled.

"Look down. See what you've accomplished?"

I looked at my pistoning hand and watched as more than 
three-quarters of the tube disappeared into my 
thirteen-year-old pussy. That was all it took. My 
orgasm hit me like a freight train. My hand moved 
faster, almost a blur, my breath turning into gasps. My 
breathing stopped, my back arched, my heels quivered in 
mid-air, no longer resting on the table, and my pussy 
almost bent that tube in half.

Jim's voice helped pull me from the fuzziness of post-
orgasm. I opened my eyes and tried to focus as he 
spoke.

"Well done, girl. Keep that up and I'll have to buy 
myself bigger cigars..."

I smiled, pleased that I'd pleased him. Geez, what's 
happening to me? I'm happy that he stared at my pussy 
and watched me fuck a silly little metal tube in and 
out of it? And that I came like never before?

"Tomorrow I want you to invite Jessica over. Get her up 
on the table just like you were and give her the tube. 
You know where the olive oil is kept if you need it..."

I was confused. "But you'll be home. She'd never do 
this with you around!"

"Tell her I'm working late. I'll park the car around 
the corner. Just take your time coming home so I have 
time to get in the house first. Oh, and have her put 
this on." He handed me a blindfold.

To be continued?

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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