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MY FAMILY

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I was only ten years old, and like every other kid my age, I thought I was all grown up. My three-dollar allowance meant that I could go shopping on my own, anywhere I liked, as long as it was within walking distance of my home.Always shy and a bit withdrawn, the only store in which I felt comfortable, alone, was Howard's Sweets. All of the kids headed straight for Howard's on allowance day, to treat themselves to his scrumptious chocolate caramels, or his p-nut butter candies. We were never allowed on the other side of Howard's, where the grown ups were, but we didn't care because we were only interested in the sweets, anyway. A few times I wandered close to the other side, straining to see what was so forbidden, and, once, I caught a glance of magazines with some ladies on the covers, but I didn't see how those could be a big deal.This particular allowance day was like all of the others, except it was Monday, rather than Saturday. The Friday before, I'd been exploring in my parent's bedroom and found the magazines I thought were hidden in my father's closet. I sat right down on the floor and began to page through them, fascinated, as always, with the naked ladies in different poses. My little pussy began to tingle and I was just about to help it along, when I heard my mother calling me.I tried to, quickly, gather up the magazines and shove them back in the closet, but she rounded the door before I could return them, and she stood there looking at me -- her eyes moving back and forth between the magazines and me. I glanced down and cringed when I saw one magazine open to its centerfold and the lady was naked with her hand on her pussy."LIZ! What are you doing? What are those?""They're Daddy's, Mom. Not mine. They were here," and I pointed to the corner in the closet where I'd found them in a stack.My poor mother looked upset. She sent me to my room and began to gather up the magazines. I closed my door and lay on my bed, seeing those naked bodies and starting to feel tingly, again, between my legs.When my father got home from work I could hear my parents arguing in their bedroom. Although I couldn't distinguish the words, occasionally, I'd hear 'magazines' and 'discipline' from my mother. Later, at the dinner table, my father told me that I was restricted for the weekend because I'd snuck into his closet, and that was wrong. I was so upset because the next day was Saturday and I lived for the weekends, but home I stayed. Bored and pouting, I was soothed by my family, and the magazine images.Monday brought school, but it also brought freedom for me, and my allowance. Walking home with my friends, I decided to go shopping at Howard's for my weekly, favorite candy, but none of my friends wanted to go, so off I went by myself.The sleigh bells rang as I pushed open Howard's heavy door. I was almost to the counter when Mr. Howard came out from the back carrying a heavy box, which he put on the counter top in front of me, and started to open. He asked what was my pleasure.I asked for a box of Good-N-Plenty and a big Tootsie Roll. In the process of unpacking the box, he told me he hadn't stocked them yet, but they were in the back and he'd go get them. He finished his unpacking, and took the empty box in the back with him.I stood there waiting and staring at the contents of the counter top; slowly realizing what was displayed before me. My eyes opened wide and my heart started to pound. Spread out on the counter were lots of magazines, all with the ladies on the front posing nicely, but wearing skimpy clothes. It took a few moments, but my mind made the connection with the magazine rack in the grown-up side, and with my father's hidden supply.I studied the cover pictures intently, and recognized that little tingly feeling between my legs. I was trying to decide if I should turn one around when Mr. Howard came out from the back carrying two boxes, which he also put on the counter over the magazines. I paid for my purchases, all the while looking at the picture of an almost naked lady that was sticking out from under the Tootsie Roll box.I almost jumped when Mr. Howard said, "What're you looking at, Lizzy?" I started and stammered, instantly feeling guilty, and could only manage to say, "Ah ..." Mr. Howard reached out and picked up the magazine and looked at the cover. He started to flip through the pages with his thumb.."Some pretty interesting photographs in here, Lizzy," and he kept looking at the pages.Feeling that I should respond, I said, "Yes.""You've seen magazines like this before?" he looked up at me, waiting for my answer."Yes -- imy Daddy's," I volunteered."Really? How'd you like 'em?""Well -- ah -- "He smiled and turned the magazine around so I could see a photograph. "Look at that. Isn't she pretty?"I nodded my head, but my eyes were glued to the blond lady laying back on a couch, one leg thrown up over the back, and the other bent with her foot on the floor. My focus was right between them, where you could see the crotch of her lacy panties underneath her fingers that were half hiding her crotch. You could also see some of her pussy hair escaping from each side of the crotch. I felt frozen, not able to stop looking, and very aware that the tingling feeling was back."You like that, Lizzy?"I nodded."Tell you what, come on back here with me for a minute and I'll show you some more pictures that you'll like. These are mine." He stepped to the side of the counter and held open the little swinging door that led to the back. My legs felt leaden but I made them move and I followed him.I'd never seen 'the back' before, and looked all around as he led me past shelves that were full of items and boxes. We went through an open door into a little room that had no windows, and was dimly lit by an old lamp. It had a table and chairs, a TV and a couch. There were sodas and napkins and kitchen things on the table, and lying among them were several magazines with different pictures on the covers."Here, Lizzy, sit down here at the table. Would you like a soda pop?""Okay," I said, staring at the magazines on the tabletop.He got me a Coke and put the open can down in front of me. "These, here, are my magazines. I don't get too much chance to look at 'em, but you might like to. Here," and he slid several toward me. He opened one of them, and left it open in front of me. "You look through those while I go see if anyone needs help out front," and he left me alone.I was staring at a picture of man sitting in a big, flowered, easy chair, one arm on the chair's arm, his legs somewhat apart, and his other hand grasping something large underneath his pants right between his legs. Standing in front of him with most of her back to the camera, was a completely naked lady, her legs spread apart, her hands, evidently holding her breasts, and her head leaning back with her eyes closed. Her long, blond hair fell down her back. You could see just a bit of her body from the side, and her hands were underneath the breast that I could see. I stared at the large nipple I could see in profile. I'd never seen one like that, ever.The man was staring between her legs, and all I can remember is a stinging desire to see what he was seeing. I was annoyed that I couldn't see the front of her. Below the larger picture were smaller ones, in succession, showing her sitting on his lap, his hand between her legs and his head bent to her breasts. Again, her head was back and her eyes were closed.The next small picture showed the man lying on a bed, naked, with his hands over his crotch hiding it. The lady was on her knees between his legs, staring at his hands, and the next picture was a close up of her face, mouth open and a long, rounded, shiny thing in her hand. It took me a minute to figure out it was some part of him. What in the heck did mom call it? Penis! His penis! It almost made me giggle like it did when Mom first told me. My surprise and excitement were things I'd felt as I'd looked at my father's magazines, but these pictures were different. The tingle between my legs grew stronger and stronger, as I turned the pages, discovering one shocking scene after another. The one that held me for a while was a naked man standing with a whip in one hand and his gigantic, penis in the other. Laying on the floor in front of him on her back was a lady whose legs were spread so far apart it looked like she might split in two. Her ankles had been tied to metal things in the floor, and her arms were above her head, with handcuffs around her wrists, and tied to another metal thing. She was wearing a black bra and black stockings, but nothing else. I stared between her legs but she had no hair, just a wide open, pussy -- the first time I'd ever seen another pussy spread open like that. She must be very young with no hair on her pussy, but her face looked old. My eyes returned to the man. I didn't understand what was wrong with his penis. It looked badly swollen and was gigantic. His fingers didn't fit around it. As I looked back and forth from his penis to her pussy, I saw no way that they could fit togetherI hadn't realized that I'd been stroking and rubbing my pussy underneath my short skirt that I'd worn to school. My panties felt wet, but it felt wonderful to drag and press my fingertips up and down my slit and it made my pussy feel very excited. I picked up the pace as I stared at the picture, then jumped, scared to death when I heard Mr. Howard's soft voice right next to my ear."That's good, Lizzy -- keep rubbing. That will make you feel very good."I jerked my head around to him, and jerked my hand away from my pussy, and found myself looking right at his penis pointing right at me, his hand around it moving the outside skin up and down, slowly. It wasn't as big as the man's in the picture, but I thought I could see it getting bigger. I turned in the chair, sitting sideways now, and facing Mr. Howard, but I slid further away from him. I sat there staring at it, watching it move, watching the round top of it slide underneath his hand and come back out again, shiny and red. I recognized the shape from what I'd seen in the other photo, I realized that it was the man's penis the lady was about to put into her mouth, and my mind saw her lips close over it. So that's what makes it big -- moving the skin up and down and putting it in a mouth."Don't be scared, Lizzy, keep looking at the pictures. There's nothing wrong with what they're doing. Everyone does it when they grow up.""Even my mom and dad," I asked?"Oh, sure -- how do you think you got here?""Oh. My mom told me all about that, " I said, my eyes still locked on his penis."Don't worry, don't be afraid. Those pictures make everyone feel like this. You tickle yourself down there, and I rub myself this way. It's the pictures. Want me to help you feel real good down there?"I'd been masturbating for a few years, sometimes with my girl friends, and it always felt just wonderful, but sometimes I didn't see the point. I'd just keep getting more and more excited and I'd rub very hard, and sometimes, I'd feel real tight and almost a burning sensation, and that felt kind of good, but funny. I'd usually just get tired, and stop and fall asleep. I guess that this was what Mr. Howard would do that would make me feel good."I can do it right here, Lizzy, if you like, or you could move over to the bed where you'll be more comfortable. You could lay down," he said. I noticed that his eyes were almost shining, and he kept moving his hand up and down on his penis. "I want to stay here," I said in a soft voice."Okay -- why don't you just open your legs -- put one way off to the side, there," and he guided my legs apart, pushing against my thighs. That's right, way apart. Slide up a little, honey, closer to the edge."I did as I was told and felt embarrassed that he could see the crotch of my panties, which had gotten moist.He pulled another chair from the table and put it right in front of me, and sat down with his legs on each side of the chair. I stared at his penis standing straight up from his open pants, pointing up in the air all by itself, realizing that it had grown much larger. Without asking, and just from curiosity, I reached out to feel it, and put my hand around it and squeezed. I could not believe how hard it was, but the skin moved so easily.I heard Mr. Howard gasp, and he quickly laid his hand over mine to hold it on his penis. He moved my hand back and forth and I could feel the hard muscle and ridges as the skin moved over them. He squeezed hard pressing my hand down more, and moved my hand faster and faster. I felt as if my arm was being shaken off, but I didn't try to remove my hand. I sat there, legs wide open, the white crotch of my panties sticking to my pussy, Mr. Howard's eyes locked on my crotch, and moving our hands so fast, my whole body was moving, too.Suddenly, he stopped and removed my hand, too. I saw a little bit of white stuff seeping out of the very top of his penis. I watched him put his finger on it and smear it around the head, his breathing kind of raspy."Here, Lizzy let me make you feel good. Here, look at the pictures at the same time," he said, almost out of breath, as he slid the magazine further down so I could see it where I sat. I examined the photo and saw veins and things in the man's penis that I hadn't noticed before. I looked close to see if he had white stuff coming out of the top like Mr. Howard ...... I move to the lady's pussy ...............OHHHH ...... ohhhh ........... Mr. Howard's finger tips were very slowly sliding up and down my wet slit, my panties pressed against my whole slit. It felt wonderful -- much better than when I rubbed myself. I held very still, my arm leaning on the table and my other arm down on my leg.His touch was perfect, and his fingertips were large and strong, so when he pressed just a little harder, it felt even better. He opened his hand, flat and pressed it against my pussy, covering it, completely, and moving it from side to side, almost in circles. "Lean back, Lizzy ... enjoy it. Are you sure you don't want to move to the bed," he asked, his fingers now almost tickling me and going in several directions at once. I was moving and squirming a bit, and did feel like I wanted to lay back. I nodded my head, and he helped me stand up and led me over to the little bed.I sat down on the side, and he picked up my legs and put them up on the bed, sliding his hands up the insides of my legs to my thighs, and pushing them apart. He pushed my skirt up around my waist, then slid his fingers underneath the waistband of my panties, and worked them down over my hips, down my legs, and off.Holding me by my ankles, he now spread my legs very far apart, and, barely touching my skin, he slid his fingertips up the inside of my legs right to my little, hairless, pussy. He slid them all over the outside of my pussy, tickling it, and concentrating on the very top of my slit where it felt the best. He tickled and stroked and massaged, and squeezed and circled and slipped a fingertip just inside of me, pulling out lots of slippery moisture that he spread up and down my pussy lips.I lay there, almost in a trance, just staring at the old, wooden ceiling, and not really seeing it. I felt like I was on fire between my legs. He laid his hand out flat against my pussy, his fingers pointed toward my tummy and the heel of his hand right over the top of my slit, and he moved his whole hand in circles, pressing down harder when he circled over the sensitive spot. He went faster and faster and pressed harder and harder ... then, he'd stop and drag his finger tips up and down me, ticking me everywhere. I was dying for him to go back to the top of my slit, which he did, and pressed down again and made perfect circles ............. and, I suddenly felt my pussy and lips get tense, I pressed myself hard against his hand, and jerked my hips back and forth while my body seemed filled with an unbelievable, excitement that kept my whole pussy bucking up and down. Mr. Howard kept pressing on me with the heel of his hand, then tickling me with his fingers, and I never wanted him to stop.I spread my own legs further and further apart, raised them up in the air and tried to shove my pussy into his hand. He pressed and vibrated his hand very fast and I felt like I was melting and exploding at the same time. Then, his touch became very gentle and soft, and slow as he, again just traced the out line of my pussy up and down my slit.All I could do was lay there staring at the ceiling. He stood up and leaned over me, holding his penis so I could see it. "Look here, Lizzy ..... it's my turn now, okay?"I nodded, and reached out for him, but he held my hand and pulled me upwards. I got off of the bed and he lay down in my place. He patted the bed right at his side, and I sat down where he'd indicated. "No, slide in more, honey ...." and I moved closer to him."Not, just lay over my leg, like that, so you can hold me in both hands," and I maneuvered myself and ended up sitting cross legged between his legs, where I reached out and took him into both hands.He sighed and moved his hips and told me to just stroke him up and down, using both hands, and do whatever felt natural. Having no idea, I just began to move, and it must have been okay because his penis became huge, again, and very hard and was slipping out of my hands and bobbing around, trying to escape. It almost became a game, trying to catch it. Mr. Howard's eyes were closed and he kept turning his head from side to side.Taking it completely upon my own, I decided that putting the penis in my mouth must certainly be the right thing to do, so I leaned forward, held it still with just one hand, and slid my lips down over the round part, and down as far as I could go, until I felt it way back against my throat. My tongue was laying flat against it, and I began moving my tongue all around underneath it.Mr. Thomas' eyes shot open and he sat straight up, reaching out for my head and holding it with both hands. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head down, then up again, my mouth holding on to his penis, and he moved it faster and faster until it hurt and scared me. I tried to pull away, but his hands held me too tightly. He kept pressing my whole face hard against him, then jerking it back up and back down again. He shoved his penis hard back to my throat, gagging me, but he didn't care. He didn't stop. He moved my head up and down faster and faster and I thought I would faint. My mouth was wide open, trying to breathe and scream, but he kept shoving his penis back in and pounding my head down onto him, and I just couldn't. I'd barely get a breath when he'd pull out, but never out all the way.He grunted, "Hold on -- hold on -- swallow swallow," and he held my head so tightly I thought it would crush. He shoved me down harder, my teeth now around the base of him and scraping against him, hard, with each movement. I was almost biting him, and he loved it. The last shove into my mouth was the worst -- the hardest -- and, he held my head pressed tightly against his groin, he penis shoved hard against my throat. He moved my head from side to side and my mouth twisted around his penis, inside.He held very still and in the next instant I felt the head of his penis pushing harder against my throat and, suddenly, it was filled with a fluid that blocked my mouth and throat. Instinctively, I swallowed, hard and one after another -- over and over, gasping in-between .... he yelled out each time he squirted the fluid and pushed my head down more. The last one he held my head down the longest and hardest. My mouth was stretched full of his penis and his fluid and my nose was pressed hard against his skin. I could not breathe and I started to flail at him with my hands and arms, slamming them into his chest. In a few seconds, his hands flew off of my head and pushed and pulled me back up for air. He could barely breathe himself, and his chest was heaving up and down, but I scrambled away from him and off of the bed, and I ran for my life out into the store and out the front door.I ran for blocks, coughing up his awful, bitter, fluid and spitting it out, trying to wipe it from my face as I ran, but it was everywhere. It had run down my chin over my neck and onto my blouse. It was smeared into my hair, and worse, and in my eyes and nose. It had a terrible, rancid smell that assaulted me from every angle.At my girl friend's house I pounded on the door. The moment she opened the door, I shoved my way in and ran to her bathroom. I was crying, and she ran after me, and started to cry, too. I gasped out what had happened as I tried to clean up, and she was shocked. When her mother got home from work, she called my parents and they came to get me. Gently, they asked me what had happened, and I cried and told them what I could. They were very loving and supportive, and took me home. I slept between them in their bed that night, feeling safe in their arms.But, I dreamed about Mr. Howard and his wonderful fingers and how he made me feel ..........I stayed home from school the next day, and felt safe in my parent's bed. My mother tried to ask me more about Mr. Howard, but I didn't want to talk about it. I just wanted her to leave and close the door so I could play with my pussy that had been throbbing all day.After dinner I went to bed in my own room and let my mind roam over every detail with Mr. Howard and the exciting pictures. I'd never ever go there again, of course, but I'd never forget those magazines, or the way he made me feel. I refused to think about his penis in my mouth. I soon fell asleep, my hand against my pussy.I could almost feel Mr. Howard's fingers stroking me, gently. Tickling my pussy and making it feel so good. I felt my pussy being moved around, and I felt his fingers caressing the very top of my slit where I love it so much. I heard myself sighing out loud, and slowly I became aware that I was on fire, now, and I suddenly opened my eyes. I was staring right into the eyes of my father.We looked deep into each other's eyes and his fingers kept up the tickling, but got faster and faster. I began to gasp and spread my legs further apart. He reached underneath me with his other hand and held me way up in the air while his fingers moved like lightening, and I felt my pussy start to explode, again, in that wonderful feeling -- over and over, until he held still and lowered me back down on the bed. He leaned down and kissed my pussy, then, his tongue licking between my pussy lips sending shudders through me."Daddy," I whispered ......"Shhhhhh, baby ........ don't talk. You didn't think I'd leave Mr. Howard's touches on my baby, did you? No, way. That's my baby's pussy and it's mine, and no one touches it but me and Mommy, honey. There -- it's Daddy's again, okay?"I felt so much better as I shook my head and smiled. He laid down next to me and gathered me tightly back against him. I could feel his hard penis against my bottom as he spread my little cheeks apart and spread his saliva between them. But, now I knew what it looked like, after seeing Mr. Howard's. Daddy would never show me what the hard thing was. Said it wasn't important, only how it made me feel. He slid his penis right along my crack and slid the head right up to my pussy lips, then closed my cheeks around him. He moved very slowly, back and forth, for quite a while, as I waited for the familiar pumping to begin. As he moved faster, I bent forward, grabbing my ankles and getting ready. He was very hard now, and moving my hips with his hands, and I was ready for him to lift my top leg while he slid his penis right into my tight, little pussy. I was ready for his thrusting as he held my hips and moved me back and forth on him, and I was ready for the sudden stop and pull out, and the flooding of his nice warm fluid all over my bottom and pussy and thighs. Now I understood and knew what the white fluid was and where it came from.His pumping lasted a long time, tonight, and there was more fluid than ever. He finally slowed down and pushed against my crack, just resting his wet penis there for a long time. I stayed curled forward, not wanting him to move yet. I wanted to make sure his liquid was everywhere between my legs, covering up Mr. Howard's touches and taking me back as his."That's my baby," he said as he kissed my hair and moved his arms tightly around me. "You're all Daddy's, again. And, no more magazines, unless I show them to you, like always, okay?"I nodded my head. I was safe now, secure and protected in my home with my parents, and tucked inside of my Daddy's arms, my pussy still tingling from his kisses, and soaked with his fluid, just like always. With a deep sigh, I drifted off into a peaceful sleep, unaware that my mother was sitting in the chair at the end of my bed, her leg over the arm, as she played with her pussy for my father.

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