Ward Fulton - The Forbidden Family Game

"When I got down to two, Phil was gawking and shaking his head every now and then. He even pointed out to me, 'Fay, you haven't any clothes on… ' Fay's my real name, as you know. And I could see-he was interested. I had my eye on his walking shorts and they were beginning to swell. So he not only knew I hadn't any clothes on, but that I was a girl-which I don't think he'd realized up to then.

"When I was down to just one scarf-and it was a pretty skimpy one-Phil was sweating and licking his lips. And his prick was jumping inside his shorts. I was beginning to feel things, too-in my nipples and breasts and down at my groin, my cunt. I did a slow, wriggling backbend, right in front of him, so he could see my snatch right through the chiffon- and he was looking, all right. I could have played parlor golf with his eyeballs. And the bulge in his shorts was bulgier.

"The backbend and the wriggling did things to me, inside. My cunt got hot, really hot, and was opening up, and even the light chiffon across my teats teased at my nipples, making them stand up-and ache. I think that's when I really decided I was going to screw Phil. I know I did a lot more wriggling and humping of my pelvis than the music called for, but by then neither of us was paying any attention to the music.

"Then, as I came out of the backbend, I dropped the last scarf. I was naked! It was a wonderful feeling, dancing naked, with an almost grown man watching me and gulping, with his dong swelling and jumping inside his shorts. And I was going to get him to throw it to me if I had to peel his shorts off. And maybe grab his dong.

"I had a nice little figure, even then, with teats big enough to shake a little when I shook my shoulders, and well-rounded legs. Not much hips, but that wasn't the point-it was what was down there, at my hips, between my legs. My little cunt, opening and wetting and getting hot.

"I strutted a little, pelvis pushed up, so Phil could get a full view, and moved my shoulders, writhing my teats. It was exciting me-and I know it was exciting Phil, because he almost got up off his bench he was straddling, and then sank back, sweating. I, circled the bench, just brushing Phil's shoulder with one teat-it was like a really hot spark jumped between us-and moved around him. He swiveled his head like an owl to watch me.

"I came around front again and slid onto the bench, facing him. Phil backed up and I had just a little space for my rump to rest on, with my legs spread wide so he could look right into my pretty blue eyes-or my cunt. He picked my cunt, staring.

"The music had quit, but I kept on moving, in a sort of snaky rhythm that wiggled my teats and moved my pelvis around, slithering a little closer on the bench. Phil gulped and reached out slowly, to run his hand "along my leg and up to my slit, blinking as if he didn't really believe it was happening.

"I didn't either. Believe it was happening. It had never happened to me before-anybody's hand on my snatch, unless it was back when my governess used to bathe me. And I never thought just, a touch like that could trigger such intense emotions. Hot flashes shot all up through me, making it difficult for me to breathe.

"Phil put out one hand and touched my breast. And I started quivering. Not planned wiggling, just shaking. And when he leaned over and kissed my nipple-wow! I slid my ass up the bench until my cunt was practically against that big bulge-and working on it. With his hand right on my slit and a finger playing around the inner lips.

"I reached down and wiggled a hand up one leg of his shorts until I could feel his pecker, jumping and thrashing around like it wanted out I wanted it, out-and in me by then. Or thought I did. If you could call it thinking. It was just sheer emotionalism, devastating excitement.

"Phil stood up, sort of halfway, and stepped out of one leg of his shorts and then the other-and dropped back on the bench, his pecker throbbing right against my stomach. He spent a lot of time trying to skin out of his T-shirt-and all that time his prick was rubbing up against me, practically setting off sparks I could almost see. I humped a little and slid over the top of it, so it was throbbing right under my cunt and practically in my ass. Phil wiggled a little, rubbing it back and forth, and sent hot shivers from my cunt right up through my chest.

"As soon as he had his T-shirt off, he grabbed me close, pulling my teats-up against his chest and kissing my neck, moaning and mumbling. But for a guy who was only sixteen then-he seemed grown-up to me-he knew a lot about getting into a girl. I think the governess had been giving him lessons, between chauffeurs.

"He humped backward, dragging his prick and that big pulsing, purplish head along my ass and across my slit, which was so stimulating, I nearly screamed. I didn't, for fear he'd think I was scared. Well, I was. I had started something-I didn't know quite what-and it was happening! Oh, was it happening. Not just his pulsing head stabbing at my slit, but what that was doing to me, up inside, and down there and along my legs, already spread wide.

"I don't think I could have stopped him then, even if I had wanted to. And I didn't want to. Well, I did-and I didn't. I wanted to stop him because I was scared-scared, hell!-I was terrified of that big pulsing head and what it would do to me-maybe tear me wide open. And I didn't want to stop because-well, I wanted to find out, to learn what all this excitement was about. I seemed to know this wasn't all-that this was just a buildup to something lots bigger.

"Phil humped, pushing his head right into my slit, so I could feel the lips spread and feel the hot-ness of his prick against the hotness of my cunt. He wasn't really in-just pushing my lips aside to get in. He reached one finger down and started playing with my slit, teasing that little knob, my clitoris, until I could see sparks behind my eyes. His other hand was playing with one teat, and his mouth was working on the other-and we were both moaning. I know I had my head thrown back as if I were baying at the moon. Phil slid his mouth off my teat and started kissing my throat-while both his hands went around me, sliding down my back until he had them on the cheeks of my behind.

"He started easing me toward him, hunching a little, driving a little, with his head pushing my cunt wider and wider. And I hunched back, scared and hurting some, but more excited than anything. I felt my cunt stretch and stretch and then seemingly snap back a little, closing on his prick itself, his shaft. And that's when the jukebox blew a fuse! Neon lights exploded inside me and the craziest music, like dozens of records at once, went rollicking through my stomach and chest.

"I reached both arms around his neck and pulled my teats tight against his chest, moving just a little to that crazy music to tease my nipples and squash my breasts against him, hunching up with my pelvis on to his shaft, feeling it go in, tiny bit by tiny bit. Sort of tentatively, as if he might yank it out at any time, which by now I didn't want. I wanted it all the way up, as far as it would go, even if it knocked the fillings out of my teeth and loosened my braces.

"I really humped at him, using his hands on my ass for leverage,-and felt him go in. I wiggled, almost climbing on him. I wrapped both legs around him and squeezed, driving his shaft in until his blondish pubic hair was touching my slit, and I knew he couldn't go any farther. Yet I kept trying.

"We did a sort of rock-'n'-roll sitting down, with some twitchings rock-'n'-roll addicts never thought of. My teats were smashed tight against his chest, I could feel his stomach heaving against mine, and his head way up in me, moving-not much, but, oh, so excitingly! And I'd wet my cunt with my own cream until his shaft was moving easy, but his head still felt tight, almost as if it had blown up a little.