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I was sitting on the couch dressed in my usual late
night attire, an open robe and boxer shorts, watching
the Tonight show and waiting for my daughter to come
home. I was understandably worried. Jean was only
14, a freshman in high school, and she had been asked
to the prom by a senior, one of the school’s football
players. I hadn’t wanted her to go. My excuse, of
course, was that I wanted to protect my baby angel,
but I think even then deep inside I knew I wanted her
for myself.

Jean was slender, but at 14 she had pretty large
breasts. True, they were barely C cups, but on her
small frame they looked much larger. It got her a lot
of attention from the boys, attention I knew had
nothing to do with her personality. I was a boy once,
too, and even if Jean didn’t want to realize it I knew
that she was the star of many young boys’ sexual
fantasies. Hell, she was the star in many of mine.
Her mother, though, had a very casual attitude about
it and thought it was a great idea to let our daughter
go off to the prom. Which was why she was asleep and
I was waiting on the couch.

She had permission to be out until one, but I saw car
lights hit the driveway shortly after 11:30. I closed
my robe and opened the door to greet her, and to
forestall any driveway kissing. “Asshole!” I heard
Jean hiss as she slammed the door to the jock’s
Mustang, which promptly squealed its tires and roared
away. Jean stomped up the front walk fuming, holding
the hem of her dress in one hand and her heels in the
other. She stopped in surprised when she saw me.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed, then she was running into my
arms, sobbing. I helped her inside and got the story
out of her.

It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost.
Trent, her date, had taken her to a cheap restaurant
along with two other couples. Three senior boys each
with a freshman date. They had stayed barely half an
hour at the dance, not even long enough to get their
picture made, then Trent was dragging her out, saying
they had a party to go to. The party turned out to be
his two buddies and their dates down by the lake. He
tried to have his way with her, and at first (she
admitted, after much coaxing) she had been willing.
They kissed, petted a little, and then…

“Then what, baby?” I urged. We were sitting on the
sofa together, her hands clasped in mine. Her tears
had made her mascara run, and I was fighting an
erection. She was so beautiful, so wonderful to look
at, and even her slightly disheveled hair and ruined
makeup looked sexy to me. Her gown was in disarray,
the hem riding up her legs to expose her black nylons
which she had laid against my own bare legs.

“He…took his think out,” she said, not meeting my
eyes.

“His penis?” I asked. She nodded. “Honey, did he…”

“No!” she said in a fierce whisper. “I’d never let
him do that. I told you, Daddy, I’m saving it for
someone special.”

It wasn’t what I was going to ask, but I was relieved
that she was still a virgin. Now, before that night,
I had entertained many fantasies about being her
first, never with any doubt that it would never
happen. She was my darling daughter, and I had never
tried anything with her.

“I pitched a bitch,” she said, then looked startled as
she realized she had cursed in front of me.

“It’s okay,” I told her, smiling. “I know you use
those words. You can say them.”

She blushed. “I…bitched at him until he agreed to
take me home,” she said. She looked into my eyes. “I
was scared he would rape me, Daddy.”

“What about the other girls?” I asked.

She snorted. “Melinda and Penny? Everybody knows
they’re sluts. They were screwing their dates before
Trent had even felt me up.” She was blushing even
more, but she was watching for my reaction. I smiled,
and she seemed to relax. I had opened the door, I
realize now, and everything that came after was just
inevitable.

“So, you’re okay then?”

“I guess,” she said. I saw some tears well up in her
eyes. “Can you hold me a while, Daddy?”

“Of course, sweetheart!” I said, enfolding her in my
arms. She snuggled in, and my erection could no
longer be stopped. I smelled the sweet fragrance of
her hair, relished the feel of her soft skin as I
stroked her neck and arms, her bare shoulders. She
was so petite, only five feet tall compared to my
nearly six feet. I felt a burning shame because of my
desire. She was my daughter, and she was as tiny as a
child, and I wanted her like I had never wanted anyone
before in my life.

I couldn’t resist letting my hands wander where they
could. I stroked her back, over her hips, down the
sides of her legs. She was on my left, and she lifted
her left arm higher across my body as my hand came up
her side, as if in invitation. I wasn’t bold enough
yet. My hand came tantalizingly close to her breast,
then moved away. I felt her tremble slightly, and she
sighed into my neck.

“Know what I regret most?” she said, whispering.

“What?” I asked. I felt lightheaded, like I was
outside my body watching as I tried to molest my own
daughter with gently touches.

“I didn’t get to slow dance,” she said. “We left
right before the first one.”

“That’s too bad,” I said. We turned our heads as one
to look at my stereo on the shelf nearby. She looked
at me, I looked at her. She smiled, and my heart
melted.

“Daddy?” she asked. “Would you dance with me?”

I should have said no. I should have sent her on to
bed. “Yes,” I heard myself saying. “I’d love to.”

She didn’t move, so I had to. I rose and went to the
stereo. My wife had some easy listening CD’s, so I
chose one of those. Jean and I both liked hard rock.
The sound of Chicago filled the air at low volume as I
turned back to my daughter. Jean was still sitting.
She accepted my hand and rose to her feet as light as
an angel. In her shoeless state, the top of her head
came only to my chest, and her large breasts pressed
into my stomach as we stepped close together. Her
small arms went around my waist, and I rested my hands
on her bare shoulders.

We began to sway to the music, and I tried to
concentrate on keeping my erection down. I was
semi-hard, and she had to know what was pressing
against her tummy. I bent over a little and kissed
the top of her head. She looked up, smiling dreamily
into my face, and I was so very tempted to lean down
and plant a kiss on her pink lips. Maybe I would have
if she hadn’t stumbled.

“Damn dress,” she muttered, holding up the hem. We
pulled apart slightly.

“I thought you like it,” I said.

“I do. It’s just too long without my shoes on.”

I was looking down at her small stockinged feet. The
black stockings were sheer enough that I could see her
painted toenails through the nylon. My cock began to
throb. “Why don’t you put your shoes back on,” I
suggested, not wanting out dance to end.

She shook her head. “They hurt my feet,” she said.
She looked at me biting her lip.

“What?” I asked.

“Daddy?” she began, then paused. “I’m wearing a
slip,” she said after a moment.

I realized quickly what she wanted. “You want to take
your dress off?” I ventured, feeling heat in my face.
She nodded slowly. “Okay,” I said, nearly breathless.
She took a step back and turned around. My hands
were trembling as I took the zipper and tugged it
down. At first, I didn’t see the slip, only her
deliciously pale back. The zipper reached her waist
and I let go.

Jean pushed the dress off her shoulders then stopped.
I didn’t know what to do as she hesitated. She must
have come to her senses, I told myself. At least one
of us is. Then she slowly turned to face me. She
looked into my eyes, and I saw that she was waiting
for me, giving me a chance to back out. That was when
I realized our relationship was going to change
forever.

She pushed the dress off her arms and let it drop.
Her slip was a sheath of black silk across her
breasts, held in place by flimsy elastic. She wiggled
her hips and let the dress fall to the floor. I
watched open mouthed as she daintily stepped out of
the puddle of cloth at her ankles. She kicked the
dress aside. I knew I was staring but I couldn’t
stop.

“I must look silly,” she said, eyes downcast.

“No,” I contradicted her. “You’re beautiful. You’re
the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” She beamed
happily. I had called her a woman, not a girl, and
maybe that was the thing that helped her cross the
barrier. She put her arms around me as she stepped
forward, pressing her body to me. This time, she had
my full erection pressed against her. She smiled up
at me then lay her head on my chest. I was shaking as
I put my arms around her again. Slowly, we began to
dance again, barely moving our feet, just enjoying the
rhythm of our bodies as we touched.

I found myself leaning over again. I kissed the top
of her head as my hands ran down her back. I stopped
just shy of her ass, unsure. Her small hands were
rubbing my back, moving in small circles. With
agonizing slowness, she moved lower and lower until
her young hands were on my ass. She squeezed gently
and giggled nervously against my chest. I suppressed
a moan as I let my hands slide over my daughter’s tiny
ass. I squeezed her soft cheeks, pulling her closer.
Jean gasped and tightened her hold on my ass. Then
she made a sound that had my hairs stand on end and
lit a cold fire in my blood. My baby girl moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her face had a
dreamy look, an expression of passion. This time I
did not hesitate to lean down, bringing my face to
hers. She rose up on her tiptoes to meet me. Our
lips brushed each other lightly, tentatively, then
more firmly. We had stopped dancing. The kiss melted
into another one, then another. We sucked at each
other’s lips. I tasted her lipstick on my own lips,
and I put my tongue against her mouth. She opened to
me, allowed my tongue into her mouth and met it with
hers. We swirled together, lost in the bliss of a
passionate french kiss. She was panting, and she
moaned softly into my mouth.

I don’t know how long we kissed like that. When she
finally pulled back, my cock was throbbing against
her, and I could feel her body shaking. And, just
above the flowery scent of her perfume, I could smell
her excitement. I could just detect my own daughter’s
pussy smell. She looked down. She couldn’t see past
her own breasts, though. “You’re hard,” she
whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, unable to form words. She bit her lower
lip, a habit I found delightful. “You’re a good
kisser,” she said, still whispering.

“So are you,” I said. She giggled, then rose up on
her toes again. I rushed to kiss her again, to have
her tongue back in my mouth. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to lift her. She put her
arms round my neck as she wrapped her legs around my
waist. Our faces were level now, and we began to kiss
more passionately.

“Oh, Daddy,” she crooned as my kisses traveled across
her cheek to her neck.

“Is this what you want, baby?” I asked. “We haven’t
gone too far to stop.”

I felt her small hands take my head and force me back
so she could look into my eyes. “Do you want to
stop?” she asked. I shook my head. She smiled, the
most lovely smile. “Neither do I,” she said. I
groaned and kissed her again. She returned it with
passion, her hands running through my hair.

I walked forward to the sofa and bent over, lowering
her to the cushions. She kept her legs around me,
though, and as she settled it brought our crotches
together. She gasped sharply as she felt my hardness
pressing against her hidden pussy. Now that I didn’t
have to hold her up, my hands could wander again. I
cupped her breasts in each hand, thrilled to discover
her nipples were stiff beneath my thumbs. I licked
her neck as I massaged her globes, and she began to
moan as she panted.

I knew it was wrong. I didn’t care. And neither did
she. I pulled up her slip so I could get my hands
beneath it. I stroked her flat pale tummy which
quivered under my fingertips. She arched her back as
my hand closed over her bra covered breast. I pushed
the slip up so I could see them. Glancing down, I saw
her stockings where they ended on her upper thigh. A
pale section of leg lay between the nylons and her
silky black panties. Then her wonderful body above.
She helped me, pulling the slip into a bunch at her
neck. I kissed her cleavage as I squeezed both
breasts in my hands.

Jean took my hands in her own and lifted them away.
Her bra clasped in the front and she deftly unhooked
it. Then she took my hands again and returned them to
her chest. I stared into her eyes as I swept her bra
aside, then gazed down at her naked breasts. They
were the loveliest I’d ever seen. So firm and full,
milky unblemished skin surrounding light pink areolas.
Her nipples were engorged and a darker pink in
color. I sucked the left one into my mouth, making
her gasp again. Quickly I switched to the other as my
fingers pinched the wet one I had left.

I ground my crotch against her. She squeezed me with
her legs. I suckled each of her teats several times
before I felt an overpowering urge to taste something
else. I hesitated though. “I want you,” I told her,
bluntly.

She nodded. “I want you too,” she said.

“I mean, I want to make love to you,” I told her.

She chewed on her lip. “It’s incest,” she said after
a brief pause.

I nodded. “Yes,” I said. “It is.”

“Does it bother you?” she asked.

I was surprised. “What?”

“Incest,” she repeated. “I know I’m your daughter,
and you’re my Daddy, so if you think it’s wrong…”

“I don’t,” I said, cutting her off.

“You don’t?”

“Jean, I want to make love to you. I know it’s
incest. I don’t care.”

“I don’t care either,” she said, thrilling me. “I
want it too, Daddy. I want you to be my first.”

“Oh, baby,” I said, and kissed her again. She hugged
me with her whole body, pulling us together with arms
and legs. I grabbed her hips and thrust, grinding my
hardness against her. My robe had come open. I
reached down and with a little tug allowed my cock to
jut through the fly of my boxers. When I pressed my
hips forward again, my naked cock slid across her
panties. I wanted to rip them aside, to feel the
flesh of my daughter’s pussy on my cock, but I knew
there was something else I wanted too.

As quickly as I could, I moved down. I paused to
suckle her tits again, then continued to her tummy. I
kissed the flesh above her stockings, and continued
down her legs until I got to her toes. Jean was
always meticulous about staying clean. Her feet were
delightful, small enough to fit into my hands and she
squealed when I sucked on her toes. I wondered idly
if my wife could hear us and what she would do if she
caught us. And I wondered if I’d be able to stop.

I kissed my way back up Jean’s legs until I got to her
crotch. I could smell her plainly now, no mistaking.
There’s something very unique about the odor of a
young girl’s cunt. I inhaled deeply before putting my
mouth on her damp panties. I chewed lightly, feeling
her soft lips beneath the material. She gasped and
arched her back. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged feet flat on the sofa cushions so she could
spread her legs wide for me. Her panties pulled
tighter and fell between her lips. I pushed my tongue
into the cleft.

“Oh, god,” she hissed. “No one’s ever done that
before. Are you going to lick me, Daddy?”

In response, I pulled her panties aside. Her pussy
was as beautiful as the rest of her. Her paleness
extended right up to where her pink inner petals
unfolded, glistening wetly with her excitement. The
hair on her head might have been auburn, but it was
dyed, and here was her true color where dark red wisps
of pubic hair formed an elongated vee pointing down at
her treasure. Her lips had only the finest of small
hairs, nothing to impede me as I leaned forward and
pressed my tongue into the folds of her pussy.

Jean tensed as I licked her. I plowed my tongue into
her depths then swirled around her swollen clit. The
taste was indescribable, musky and clean. Her
excretions were thicker than water, and they tasted a
bit metallic. I sucked her clit then lapped at her
cuntlips, trying to drink up everything she was
exuding. I pressed used my fingers to spread her,
delighting in the sight of her pinkness, and pressed
my tongue to her fuckhole. I was worried about her
being a virgin in every way, but I found no trace of a
hymen. She was tight, though, and I had to shove my
tongue into her. When I wiggled it inside her, she
clutched at the cushions and cried out.

She was trying to be quiet, keeping her moans down to
rasping pants, but I no longer cared if my wife caught
us. I was going to give my baby an orgasm if it was
the end of me. “Oh, Daddy!” she hissed, hands
tangling in my hair. I put my hands under her ass,
helping her lift her pussy to my mouth. I covered her
crotch with my mouth, french kissing her cunt as she
began to shake. She quivered violently, her pussy
throbbing, and she began to cum. Her juices flooded
my mouth, hot and tangy. Her toes curled, her back
arched until she was nearly bent double, her hands
held my head tightly, she shook and moaned and thrust
her hips up as I tonguefucked her.

She collapsed onto the sofa and twitched as pleasure
continued to course through her. She pushed my head
away. “No more,” she said. “Please.” I leaned back
on my heels, smiling up at her angelic face with my
own face glistening with her girl-cum.

“Did you like it?” I asked.

She nodded vigorously. “It was better than I thought
possible,” she said. She chewed her lip again. “Do
you want me to do you?”

The prospect thrilled me, but I didn’t think we’d have
time. “Next time,” I told her, hoping there would be
a next time. I stood and removed my robe. She
watched with glazed eyes. When I shoved my boxers
down she sat up. The slip came over her head and she
threw it aside. We stared at each other. She looked
me up and down, then stared at my hard cock bobbing in
front of her. I couldn’t believe the sight I had.
All she had on was her panties and her stockings. Her
breasts heaved with her breathing. Her legs were
still splayed. I reminded herself that she was only
14. I had to remember she was my daughter.

Both of those thoughts only served to make my cock
throb. Jean watched it twitch and reached out for it.
I shuddered as her small hand closed around my shaft.
She looked up at me as she began to fondle me. “It’s
big,” she said.

“Have you seen many?” I asked, afraid of the answer.

“Only three,” she said. “Well…”

“What?”

“I’ve seen some naked guys on the ‘net,” she admitted.
I felt disappointed. Then she added, “I don’t think
any where this big.”

“I’m average,” I told her, knowing it was true. She
shook her head, continuing to stroke my cock
awkwardly. At least she had no experience doing that.

“I’ve seen longer,” she said, “but they were so thin.
I can’t believe how thick you are.”

Then she looked up at me again. “Do you think it will
fit inside me?” she asked. I nearly came right there.

“Are you sure you want to try?” I asked.

She nodded. I held my breath as she scooted forward
on the sofa. I knew what she was going to do, and I
wanted it desperately. She leaned forward and put her
lips to the end of my cock, kissing it delicately.
She giggle and glanced up to see my reaction. “Have
you ever done that before?” I asked.

“No,” she said. “My friend Teresa has though, and she
told me about it.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know.” She leaned forward again, opening her mouth
this time. I felt frozen as I watched and felt my
cock slide past my daughter’s lips into her hot mouth.
She swirled her tongue on the underside like she
would a Popsicle, and sucked lightly as she drew back.
She swallowed and opened her mouth again, taking more
of my cock this time. She made it halfway down my
shaft before pulling back, eagerly licking the
underside of my shaft and slurping a bit. She bobbed
back and forth, sucking and licking, and cupped my
balls with her small hand.

I had to stop her or I knew I was going to fill her
mouth with cum. She looked worried as I pushed her
away. “Am I doing it wrong?” she asked. I watched a
trickle of saliva dribble from the corner of her
mouth.

“You’re doing to very right,” I said. “I was afraid
I’d orgasm in your mouth.”

She smiled. “Would you like that?” she asked
devilishly.

I groaned. “Yes,” I admitted.

“Then next time I’m going to do it,” she said. “I
promise I’ll suck you off, Daddy.”

“Not many girls like cum in their mouths.”

Her smile was radiant. “I’ll do anything for you,
Daddy,” she said. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” I said, and I leaned down to
kiss her again. She sucked my tongue like she had my
cock. I eased her back onto the sofa. She reached
between us to stroke my cock. My kisses traveled to
her neck, then her chest as I couldn’t resist sucking
her tits again.

“I taste myself on you,” she said in a whisper. She
squeezed my cock as it surged in her hand. “Daddy? A
lot of boys say it’s a turn on if two girls get
together. Does it turn you on?”

I rose up to look at her. “Yeah,” I said after
considering what to say. “Does it turn you on?”

“Daddy!” she said and hit me playfully. She still had
my cock in her hand. I said nothing as she chewed her
lip, her innocent looking eyes staring into mine.
Softly, she whispered, “yes.” I could only smile
thinking of the possibilities that might open up.

I kissed her again and pushed my cock against her
crotch. “I want you now,” I told her.

“Okay,” she whispered. She released my cock and began
pushing her panties down. I raised up to help her.
She lifted her ass and slid the garment down her legs,
letting them dangle off one ankle. She spread herself
lewdly for me, putting her feet on the cushions again.
I pushed my knees beneath her legs so that her thighs
draped across mine, leaving her feet dangling in the
air and my cock pressing to her cunt. She reached
down to grasp me again and guided me to her opening.

Slowly, I began to push into her. She was very wet,
and her excitement had made her inner lips splay out
to make the perfect receptacle for me. I had to push
hard to get my head into her. She was definitely a
virgin even if her cherry was gone. She jumped as the
head popped into her, slipping past the tight ring of
her opening.

I continued to push. Jean was tense, panting, her
chest heaving. She kept looking from my face to her
crotch, watching her father’s cock entering her. I
was leaning over her, holding onto her hips. She put
her hands on my arms, holding onto me. The feel of my
cock sliding into her was unreal, like nothing I could
have imagined. I’d lost my cherry at 17 to a 19 year
old girl, so Jean was the youngest girl I’d ever
fucked. I got half my cock into her vise-like cunt
and pulled back. She moaned a little too loudly and
clutched my arms. My cock, I could see, was wet with
her inner juices.

I pushed back into her more firmly. “Oh, god,” she
whispered. “Oh, oh, oh.”

I began to saw back and forth, moving almost
three-fourths of my tool in and out of her. It was
getting a little easier as she relaxed and got into
it. I was glad that she hadn’t had her hymen to tear.
Her first sex was almost painless for her.

“Oh, Christ,” she grunted, her eyes half closed. “I
can’t believe it.”

“Oh, Jean,” I moaned, driving my cock a little deeper
into her. She lifted her legs into the air, opening
herself even more to my invasion. I put my hands
behind her knees to hold her legs up. Her dainty feet
dangled loosely in the air, her toes curling and
uncurling as I plowed her young pussy. I shoved hard
and buried myself in her. She groaned loudly as I
pulled out and fucked into her deeply again.

“Daddy, Daddy,” she began to pant. “It’s so good, so
good.”

“Yes, baby, it is,” I agreed. She was hot, her pussy
so wet it slurped around my cock. I could feel her
juices running over my balls. The room was filled
with the smell of sex, of her young pussy and our
sweat. I moved my hands up to grasp her ankles. She
cried out when I brought her foot to my mouth and
sucked her toes. She clamped a hand over her mouth
and screamed into it. Her pussy clamped down on my
cock and she began to shake and quiver. She was
cumming again, orgasming around my cock.

She relaxed again and let her arms drop. She was
gasping, squirming beneath me. I was fucking her
faster now, bringing my cock out to the brink and
plunging slowly back into her depths. “I can’t
believe it,’ she said again. She began to massage her
own breasts. “I can’t believe I’m fucking my own
Daddy.”

That sent me over the edge. I shoved my cock into her
and groaned as I felt my orgasm begin. She sensed it.
“Don’t pull out, Daddy. Don’t pull out.”

I shoved my cock into her as far as I could and
exploded. Jean’s eyes widened as she began to cum
again too. “I feel it, Daddy,” she gasped, her body
vibrating. “I feel you shooting sperm inside me.”
Her pussy pulsed along the length of my cock as we
came together. It felt like lightning running along
my veins, waves of intense pleasure that radiated from
where my cock was spewing seed inside my daughter.

I squirted at least five good shots into her, then my
cock continued to pulse for another minute as my high
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a tight
hug. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her small body in my
arms, feeling her nakedness against me as her pussy
continued to try to milk my cock.

I couldn’t believe what we’d just done. I had fucked
my own daughter! But by the looks of it, she had
enjoyed it. She smiled up at me as she fought to
catch her breath. “Did you like it, Daddy?” she
asked.

I groaned. “I’ve never had anything better,” I told
her honestly. I knew I was ruined for the rest of my
life. “Was it okay for you?”

“Daddy!” she giggled. “Of course it was. I love you
so much, Daddy.”

“I love you too, Jean,” I replied.

“I mean, I love, you,” she said, emphasizing the word.
I knew what she meant, and for a moment it frightened
me. Then I realized how silly that fear was when I
felt the same way.

“Oh, god, Jean,” I said. “I love you that way too.”

I felt my cock twitch inside her. I was starting to
soften, but slowly. “What are we going to do?” she
asked.

“What do you want to do?”

She smiled. “I want to make love again,” she said.
“I want to be your girlfriend.”

“Would you be okay with that?” I asked. “I mean, your
mother…”

“I know you love her too,” Jean said. “It’s okay.
Daddy, I think you’re the perfect man. You’re my
Daddy. I’m your daughter. I can’t ever be your
wife,” she paused, “but we can pretend, right?”

I found myself smiling stupidly. “Yes, we can,” I
agreed. “I would love for you to be my girlfriend.”

She squealed happily and hugged me. We began to kiss
again. My cock started to get hard again inside her.
“Oh, Daddy,” she whispered. “I love you forever.”

We eventually had to get up without having sex again.
It was amazing my wife hadn’t caught us with as much
noise as we’d made. We gathered up out clothes and I
walked her to her bedroom. I wanted so much to follow
her in, to get into bed with my daughter, to make
sweet love to her again, but there would be other
times.

I kissed her at her door. “I love you, Jean,” I told
her, letting her slip out of my arms.

“I love you, too, Daddy,” she whispered. She went
into her room and closed her door. I went to the
bathroom to clean up and finally crawled into bed
beside my soundly sleeping wife. And for the rest of
the night I dreamed of Jean, my daughter, my lover.

Tomorrow was going to be a good day.

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BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ… “Ugh…” Sam groaned as he pulled himself out of bed. “SAM! Breakfast!” He heard his father calling up as he rubbed the sand from his eyes “Coming” he yelled down as he slumped his way out of his room. He entered the kitchen and plopped himself on a chair. His father dropped a stack of pancakes on the table as his mother looked up from the newspaper. “something the matter, sweetheart?” She asked. “The Senior Prom is Friday night and I don’t have a date, let alone a dress…” He said...

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Prom 2

I arrive to pick Brandi up on my motorcycle. She comes out before I have a chance to get off and says, “I do not know why everyone thinks riding a motorcycle is so special.” Moving further back on the bike, I say, “Get on in front of me.” She puts on the helmet and slides on in front of me. I say, “Now put your feet up on those pegs for I need the main pegs to work the break and gear shift.” As we took off I am sure she can feel my cock poking her in her back. I know with my arms around her,...

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Prom Queen

My name is Michael Lynn Jefferson, but now I am Michele Lynn Jefferson. I have always thought that I was a girl, even before I could talk. Momma would at times either let my cousin Becky stay over, or I'd go and see her. Aunt Clara or Momma would get the idea of dressing us up as twin girls for fun at Meadowbrook United Methodist Church and to go and see Santa Claus. Whenever I was dressed like Becky, I felt more alive than whenever I dressed as myself. As I got older, I'd throw a...

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