Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A
This chapter was written with my preferred reader in mind. I hope that I was able to capture the mood that she desired. She had been an incredible inspiration to me and writing has been my way of repaying her.
I would like to warn the rest of you though. This story is about Shy. She is a young girl who, through a specific set of circumstances, has become a nymphomaniac. To top it off her father likes the idea. This type of story is not for everyone, and so I would ask that if this type of story is not your cup of tea then please read something else.
If you are not the type that enjoys under-aged sex in the extreme... Then you don't want to bother with this story....
As always I love to hear comments, good or bad, so if you have anything that you would like to say about the story, or my writing.... I am all ears.
I don't normally recap, but in this case I think I should probably catch up any new readers that might try this one out.
Jack and his wife Shareah find themselves a little short in the cash department around Christmas time, so instead of exchanging gifts between them, they decide to give each other vouchers. The vouchers are requests that they can redeem at any time which will require the other person to do whatever is on the voucher.
Jack and Shareah are both very sexual people and Jack assumes that at least some of Shareah's vouchers will be sexual in nature so he makes sure that some of his are.
Shareah's vouchers didn't have any sexual requests, but Jack's did. The three main requests were “Shareah as a slave, Shareah to dress slutty in public, and for her to be tied up.
Shareah was game for all of them except one. She was deathly afraid of dressing slutty in public, so she convinced Jack to allow their oldest daughter Shy to take her place.
On the day that Jack took Shy out for their “date,” Shy confesses to her dad that she has been giving boys blow jobs on the bus every day for the past year. She also admits to him that she considers herself to be a slut, and he ends up letting her suck his dick.
Jack takes his daughter to see a movie so that he can show her off in her new and very skimpy outfit. Shy puts on a show for a couple of guys, one of them, the principal of her school who she invites to see the movie with them, but they don't just watch it. She says that she is cold and asks both men to rub her legs to keep her warm. They don't stop there.
After the movie Jack takes Shy out to eat and she starts showing off to a group of guys from the wrong side of the tracks. Jack panics and gets them out of their, but they get cornered by the thugs, and end up inside of their hangout.
It's an old gym and they have stuff in there. Stuff that don't belong in a gym. One such thing is a contraption that they built themselves that appears to be used to tie up women.
Shy is able to convince the thugs to let her have her father first, but now...
Shy watched as her dad slid down and collapsed on the floor in front of her. She couldn't help but to feel a sense of accomplishment, knowing that it was his overwhelming passion for her that had weakened his knees like that.
She had been waiting so long for him to finally make her a woman, like she had seen her mother do so many times before, and that day had finally come. It was for sure that this wasn't how she had imagined it happening, but she wasn't disappointed. She loved her dad so much, and no matter what, it was his satisfaction, and his approval that she so desperately needed. There wasn't anything that she wouldn't do for him, and now she felt like she had given him her ultimate gift—her emotional and spiritual virginity now belonged to him.
Now she was free to explore.
Shy looked over to Red and saw the dumbfounded look on his face. He looked so majestic to her in his own way. His hair was long, black and done in dreadlocks. Each of his ears were pierced and he wore golden earrings that reflected the lights so brightly that it looked like they had fire inside of them.
Red's body was magnificent like an Olympian runner. He wasn't overly big like an ox with no brain, but chiseled. His black skin was like smoke in the sky, and his ass and hips were built for fucking. Shy's midsection was on fire with the thought of taking him inside of her. She had accepted over a year ago that her purpose was to please men, and now that she had given herself to her number one man, she was ready to fulfill what her loins so desperately demanded.
“Well lollipop that was beautiful,” Red said as he took a step towards her, stroking his big beautiful member. “Now that you've seen what love is like, it's time for you see the other side of the road!”
Shy smiled at that. “The other side of the road,” she thought. “I've seen the other side of the road. Been in the ditches a few times, and guess what Mr. Red Barracuda. There are muskrats down in them ditches, and worms, and leeches too. They like to crawl all over you Mr. Red Barracuda.” She didn't say it, but she thought it just the same.
Red took another step towards shy, stroking his dick as he did.
“Hold her nice and tight boys, I don't want her to be able to move a bit,” Red directed.
“There are muskrats in the ditches,” Shy's mind repeated. “I think that you are the muskrat red, and your friends are the leeches, but that's okay. It makes me no difference. It's my job to please you and it's a job I like just fine.”
The grip on Shy's legs and arms tightened. The followers stretched her legs out wide and she felt the pressure of her weight, and the force that the men were exerting on her against the pads that she was laying against.
Red moved in and Shy felt the head of his dick against her opening. Her first instinct was to tighten up against it—to try and shut it out and stop the violation of her womanhood—but that would be counter to her purpose and she knew that. She fought the urge and gave herself to him.
Red rammed his hips forward and Shy felt him sliding up into her, and she couldn't help but to grunt as he did. She couldn't help but to be amazed. She thought taking him into her would hurt, and in a way it did, but it was a good hurt. The kind of hurt that feeding an empty stomach might feel, but only in this case her twat was the stomach, and Red's large dick was the food.
Red started to hump into her and Shy laid there and enjoyed how big he felt inside of her. Her pussy was on fire, and the only way to satisfy it was the incredible feeling of friction in her lower region. Shy wanted to wrap her legs around him, and to pull him in faster and harder. She wanted it hard and fast and frantic. She wanted his rhythm to match the intensity of all of the emotion that was running through her.
Shy looked over at her daddy. He was staring intently at her as she coupled with this complete stranger. She could feel the lust pouring off of him—thick like honey—and he was stroking himself.
Shy felt an overwhelming sense of both power and gratification come over her.
“You like this daddy?” She asked him. “Watching me get fucked like an animal? Am I doing good?”
Her dad looked at her, eagerly shook his head yes, and went back to watching.
Somewhere in the back of her head she could hear a girl squealing. It reminded her of that time on the bus, or when she went to the zoo on a class trip, and their was a boy teasing the monkeys. The monkeys were going crazy as the boy pounded on their cages, shrieking and jumping from limb to limb trying to find safety from the lunatic that was taunting them. Whoever was squealing like that was like those monkeys.
Her mind started to come back to the surface, and she realized it was her that was making that noise.
“Oh fuck me Red. Please go faster!” She managed to say.
Red put both hands on her head, as if he needed even more leverage, brought his body tight against hers, and then he did what she asked. He began slamming his hips into her, filling her completely and bottoming out inside of her. Shy wished that she was deeper, because she knew that she wasn't taking him all of the way in. She wanted desperately to make him feel as good as he was making her feel.
He felt so big on top of her. Like he could cover her like a big warm blanket. His muscles felt like boulders against her soft skin. Shy turned her head a little and started to kiss and suck on his neck like she used to see mommy do to daddy when she was younger, during those nights when she slept in their room at night.
Shy remembered that she promised to beg him, and she wanted to do that, but she didn't want to beg his made up persona. She wanted to beg the real him.
“What's your name?”
“Red...” He began to say.
“No... Your real name. I want to know who is really on top of me.”
Red hesitated for a moment, pausing his motions, and gave his friends a mean look.
“Clarence,” he answered.
“Clarence,” Shy repeated. “I want you to come inside of me Clarence. I want you to fill me up with it.”
Red looked deep into Shy's eyes. Shy could see the greed and lust form on his face like a tiger that sees its next meal. It was the look that she had come to love from men and boys. It was the look that said, “if you were a candy bar I'd put you in my mouth and savor every grain of flavor you have.”
Red put his hands on Shy's hips and thrust back into her. Their eyes remained locked and Shy could feel that feeling coming back to her. She could feel that stretchy opening feeling, and she could feel herself building up for another gushing orgasm as he started hammering into her again. She looked down and watched his hips thrust forward and was mesmerized by just how large he looked compared to her small V. She couldn't believe that he actually fit, but was glad that he did.
Red's intensity increased, and Shy could tell that he was getting close. She was too.
“That's it Clarence. Make me your bitch. I know that's what you want!”
Shy's declaration brought Red over the edge. He hitched himself deep into her and held himself there. Ejecting his come deep inside of her. Shy felt the hot liquid inside of her and that brought her over the edge. She watched as a flood of her come, mixed with his, squirted out into his lap.
“OH FUCK ME!” Shy squealed. “Oooooooh Gaaaaawwd!”
Red humped into her several more times, giving her full thrusts, and then holding it while he ejaculated the rest of his load into her. Then he backed off.
The two followers that were holding onto her let her down off of the padded leg and Shy immediately dropped to her knees and took Red into her mouth. She sucked and licked him clean, starting with the head of his dick, working down his shaft, to his balls, and then his lap.
By the time Shy finished all of the other members of Red's crew were undressed and ready to go. As soon as she was done cleaning up their leader they snatched her up and stood her on a cross-member of the structure which brought her ass up to about the right height.
“I'm next,” the big thug said.
“I don't think so Cricket,” Red said. “You'd rip that little girl to shreds.”
Shy looked back behind her at the big thug that Red had referred to as “Cricket.” The guy was a massive body builder type. His muscles had muscles and hung on his large frame like gargantuan bats clinging to an ancient oak tree. His nick name made complete sense now that she took him in in his entirety. His head sat on his massive body and tremendous neck like a pumpkin sitting on a stump. He wasn't an ugly man, but the way that his overall body was shaped did give off a “cricket,” like appearance.
Her eyes were drawn like a magnet to the trunk that hung between his legs. He was fully erect, but it hung low instead of standing up like she was accustomed to seeing. There was so much weight to his cock that no matter how rigid he got it would never be enough for it to stand at attention. He was at least fourteen inches, and as thick as Shy's arm.
Red was right. He'd tear her to shreds.
Cricket hung his head low.
“You always say that!”
“I know buddy, but it's true. One of these days we'll find you someone that can handle it, but not today big guy. Definitely not today.
Shy found herself wishing desperately that she could be the one that did handle him. Taking him into her would be an accomplishment worthy of publication, but she knew that trying wasn't even an option. Inside she was hanging her head almost as much as he was.
“Hold it up for me,” She said, hopping down from the beam.
Cricket stood close to seven feet tall and his hips were at her chest. He was like a giant standing in front of her, and as he stood there in front of her, holding himself up, she could easily take him into her mouth without even bending. She inspected him with the enthusiasm of the young girl that she was.
Shy moved her head to either side of him soaking in the details of his monstrous member trying to determine what she could do with it. Finally Shy tried to take him into her mouth. She opened as wide as she could and tried her best, but it was no use. She could barely fit her lips around the tip.
“I'm sorry Mr. Cricket,” she said, her own disappointment was like the star on a Christmas tree.
“Sokay lollipop.” The big man said to her.
“Isn't there anything I can do.... You know to make you happy?”
“He likes coming on a girl's face lollipop,” one of the followers said. “But I warn you.... He's like a damned geyser when he blows. He's liable to take your head off if you don't watch it.
Both of the followers thought this was hilarious. They high fived and patted each other for the wit.
Shy on the other hand got excited.
“Really? Okay then. Mouth open or closed?” She asked him.
“Really... Umm... Open for sure! You sure about this?” Cricket asked her.
“Mmmmmhmmmmm,” Shy said as if she were about to try out a new cereal for the first time.
“Well,” he said thoughtfully. “Get down on your knees, tilt your head back and get ready little one... I've been saving up for a while.
Shy shook her head yeah as she got down on her knees. She tilted her head back with a big grin on her face, and opened her mouth.
Cricket started jacking himself off over her. The head of his monstrosity was only inches from her open mouth. He held it with one had about a quarter of the way up giving it stability, and stroked himself vigorously with the other.
Shy watched him intently as he stroked himself above her. His face contorted into a myriad of sexual faces. His eyes were opened and staring directly at her open mouth.
“Oh shit lollipop... I can't believe your actually gonna let me blow in your mouth. God you are such a hot little slut..... Oooh Fuck.... Shiiiit!!!! Here it comes......”
The followers weren't joking when they said he was like a geyser. Hot come spewed out of him, half filling her mouth with the first shot, bouncing off of her teeth, and covering the outside of her lips. Cricket kept stroking off over her as Shy quickly closed her mouth and tried to swallow the first load. It took her two gulps to get it down, and by the time she opened her mouth again, he had covered half of her face with goo. He was almost done by the time she finally made it open, but when she did he met her mouth with the head of his dick and gave her the final remnants of his ejaculation. It was still enough to compare to a normal load of come and she left it in with her mouth open—a trick she learned on the school bus—for show. She knew that guys often liked to see the come in a girl's mouth.
Shy made a show of half closing her mouth and then opening it again, almost spilling he's warm semen from her lips, but not quite. Then she swallowed that and licked Crickets head clean.
“Wow....” Red said. “It's like she's been doing this for twenty years. The girl's a pro.”
Shy looked around the contraption, found what she was looking for and went to one of the other cross-beams. She stood up on it, grabbing one of the diagonal legs, and stuck her butt out.
“I want you all to take turns on me until your drained. Don't stop... Just keep going until you don't have any come left.
Sorry Mr. Cricket, but you can't actually put it in me... I wish you could, but it's too big. If you want though you can rub it on my butt or something when it is your turn, and you too daddy... I want you in on it!”
All of the guys were still a little dumbfounded by what they had just seen. They all looked at each other but quickly lined up behind Shy.
Both of the followers were first and second in line. The first one didn't waste any time. He saddled up, grabbing Shy's tiny hips with both hands, while Shy reached down and guided him in.
“Cue,” he said. “Just call me Cue please,” as he slid himself into her. He started off slow, but pushed all the way in. He wasn't as large as either Red or her father so she could fit him in nicely. Shy moaned deeply as he bottomed out.
“Oh my God Cue you feel so good inside of me. I want you to fuck my tight little pussy and come on my ass. Can you do that?”
“Oh yeah, miss Lollipop. I can do that for you just fine. Just you wait and see.”
Shy worked her hips as Cue began to increase the pace, and her moans echoed throughout as his hips smacked against her bottom. Cue started to get into it and started smacking her ass in between pumps.
The idea of having five guys lined up behind her sent her pussy into overdrive. She was juicing like crazy as the thought of letting these men use her like a blow up doll sent chills down her spine.
“That's it fuck me like the little whore that I am. Make me your bitch too Cue,” she said through gritted teeth. “Come on my ass!”
Cue was used to following orders, and this was no exception. He pulled out and squirted on her ass. Shy could feel it rolling it's way down the sides of her ass and back. Cue stepped away and his dick was quickly replaced by the other follower.
“Thomas,” he said.
Shy looked back at him. “Thomas?” She questioned. “No nick name?”
“They ain't come up with one.”
“Okay Thomas. You know what to do. You can come wherever you want.”
But Thomas didn't just step in behind her and mount up like she expected him to do. Instead he came in behind her and knelt down. He grabbed both of her ass cheeks, using his thumbs to part them, and started to lick her in between her crevice.
At first his actions were a total surprise and it took her completely off guard. She wasn't sure what to think or do. She clenched herself up tight, but this didn't deter Thomas. He continued to lick her virgin butt hole.
This was something that she hadn't even considered before. She had seen her parents do things this way before, but she'd dismissed it. Now that Thomas was licking her there though she couldn't help but to get curious. Asking him to stop wasn't in her blood. As far as she was concerned, no matter what a man wanted, it was her duty to give it. Since this is what he wanted then she figured she might as well try to enjoy it.
Shy forced herself to relax and when she felt him trying to slide his tongue up inside of her she loosened her anal hole and let his tongue slide in.
Shy was immediately rewarded with that electricity feeling in her entire lower region. Thomas's tongue felt amazing in her chute.
“Oh fuck Thomas... That's it dig in deep and taste my ass!” She cried.
Thomas must have felt encouraged because he pushed even harder with his tongue and Shy felt it sliding further in. Then he pulled it out a little, but immediately pushed back in. He was actually trying to fuck her butt with his tongue.
“Oh shit that feels so good. Fuck me with it digger. Fuck me with your tongue!”
Thomas continued and Shy couldn't help but to come again as soon as Thomas's fingers started rubbing her swollen clit. Shy squealed with delight as his fingers began to massage her pussy while he tongue fucked her.
Thomas stood up and applied lubricant to himself and then he started to mount her. He wasn't going for her pussy hole though.
“Thomas... I don't think she's ready for that buddy!” Red exclaimed.
Thomas stopped and started to pull back out.
“No... It's okay. I want to try it. I'm not making any promises though... Okay?”
“Okay,” he said.
Shy felt the pressure of his dick against her butt hole. She did her best to relax it, but she didn't think that there was any way that he would fit inside of her. He just felt like he was way too big for her.
She could feel the way that he was stretching her. It didn't hurt, but she could tell that her hole wasn't going to stretch anymore. The next thing she knew the head of his dick was inside of her. He pushed slowly in and she could feel it in her. It was amazing.
He pulled back out a little and gave it another go. This time he went a little further. She braced herself and adjusted her position a little to try and give him better access.
“Don't be afraid digger. I want more. I'm not made of glass and I'll let you know if your going too far... Okay?”
“Okay miss Lollipop,” he said with a smile.
He pulled out again and this time slid back into her with a little more force and confidence.
“Oh Thomas that's it.... Fuck me in the ass!” Shy said.
Thomas increased his pace a little and humped into her. His dick slid in a little more and it started to hurt, but she bit past the pain and let him continue. Thomas grabbed her hips and started to fuck her with more intensity.
“MMMMM Thomas that's it. Use my ass for your pleasure.”
Thomas started to fuck her tight ass deeper and harder. Even though the pain was even more intense she still didn't stop him. It hurt, but she still liked it and still wanted to take more of him into her.
“Harder Thomas,” she begged. “Fuck my ass harder.... Please!”
Thomas started to pound into her with an amazingly quick intensity. It was like being hammered by an hay-wire machine run by an insane operator. Thomas' dick was drilling all the way in and she could feel that warm sloppy feeling that she was starting to get so used to. He was coming, but he wasn't like the others. His rhythm didn't change a bit as he came. He just kept right on slamming away.
As soon as he pulled out, shy spun and got onto her knees. The idea of tasting her own ass was just too hard to resist.
Shy didn't hesitate to take him into her mouth. She licked and sucked the mixture of lubricant, his come and her ass off of him like a good girl.
“Wow,” was all he could manage to say.
When she was finished Shy stood up, crossed her arms and said... “I'm not sure if you should be called digger, or rabbit. One of those two for sure though.”
“Rabbit!” Cue piped in. “That's it! He always hoppin aroun everywhere, n your right Lollipop he fucks like one too!”
Red was next in line. Shy looked back at Red and smiled.
“You sure you can handle all of this Lollipop?”
Shy shook her head yes, but Red didn't seem convinced.
“You know that you don't have anything else to prove right? I mean you have already gone further today than most women would even consider.”
Shy realized that her original opinion of these men might have been off. She couldn't quite figure it out, but they weren't what they seemed. They came off as if they were some roughnecks that belonged to a gang or something, and here was their leader acting as if he cared about her well being. There was more here than she could figure out on her own, and this wasn't the time to ask.
“I do have something to prove though. Not to you maybe, but to myself.”
“I don't know exactly... I'll tell you when I get there. Now either fuck me or get out of the way so my daddy can.”
“God damn girl... It's like that? Cue.... Grab some lube for me would ya? Guess we gotta fuck her til she passes out!”
Shy smiled at him. She liked the sound of that.
Cue went to get the lube and handed it to Red. He applied it generously, grabbed Shy by the hair and went back to work on her.
Jack stood back and watched as Red inserted himself into Shy for the second time. Maybe he should have been repulsed by what he was seeing. Maybe he should have been alarmed and terrified. He wasn't either. He had seen so much from Shy today that he knew that she was doing what she wanted to do—that, like a chef in a kitchen, she was at home with it.
Shy's moans got louder as Red increased his pace, and Jack could hardly believe that Shy could not only handle so much, but actually still be enjoying it. After hitting her from behind for a few minutes Red turned her around and lifted her from her perch.
Shy wrapped her legs around him and he inserted himself back into her. He bent down and kissed her and she returned his kiss feverishly.
All five men formed a circle and passed Shy around, one after the other, each of them had her again—Except Cricket, who had to be content with humping into her in the same position.
Eventually each man came again and Shy cried out with two more orgasms.
When it was finished everyone was spent, but most of all Shy. The men gathered around her and carefully dressed Shy while Jack put his clothes on. Red brought Shy to Jack and carefully handed her off to Jack.
She looked so frail in his arms, as she struggled to hold her head up and eyes open. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.
“Wait,” she said through half opened eyes. “You guys never tied me up!”
Red put his hand to Shy's cheek. “Next time Lollipop. You go to sleep now. You could use some rest.”
“Okay, but just for a minute.” She was asleep almost before the words left her mouth.
“You might want to watch this one dad,” Red confided. “This was fun and all but no way should she be this willing this young.”
Red led Jack to the door and unlocked it. “And you might not want to come back around here again. This time my brother wasn't here, and I think you got lucky. No way would he ever let this one go.... Not ever. You catch me?”
“Yeah,” Jack said. “I catch you just fine.”
Red turned to his crew.
“And that means you guys keep your damn mouths shut right?” Red demanded.
“We gotchoo. Ain't none of us gonna risk this kids life.”
Jack nodded his head, said his thanks and stepped through the door.
There was a bus that wasn't really a bus. From where Shy was sitting it kind of looked like a bus. It had pink seats in rows filled with kids that she knew, all of them had large lollipops, only they weren't round like sunflowers. Pecker pops is what they looked like, and the girls were all eagerly licking and sucking them like devilish little school-bus prostitutes.
One of her teachers passed by her seat wearing his boxer shorts, which were stuffed with tens and twenties, and even a few hundred dollar bills. It was the teacher that she ended up sucking off and leaking out that it happened. He had a crazed look on his face as other teachers were following behind him squealing his name and greedily swiping up any money that he dropped as he scrambled toward the front of the not real bus.
Somewhere in the deepest regions of Shy's brain she recognized the scene even though it wasn't the exact same bus, nor the exact same kids. Even through the differences she knew that it was the day that “IT,” happened.
Shy couldn't help but to look back. She knew what she would see even before she saw it. There were two boys in the back seat with a girl on their lap. She was struggling to get away from them, but she couldn't. They had a hold of her and were laughing it up as they groped her.
Shy's eyes panned back toward the front, but she knew what she would see there too. The bus driver was not in her seat. She was in front of the bus talking to the man that was fixing the tire.
In the back seat things were getting worse. The boys were trying to lift the girls shirt. A bunch of the kids were starting to gather around, but nobody was trying to stop it. Instead they were cheering the boys on as they busily sucked on their pecker pops.
Shy's anger flared. There was nothing wrong with messing around if that's what a person wanted—even if it was on the bus—maybe not the best place, but to each their own.
It was another thing, however, to make someone do something that they didn't want to do. Shy started to get up. Inside of her sleeping little head she was screaming to herself not to get up. That these boys were gonna get what they wanted to get, one way or the other, and that they didn't even care who they got if from. She tried to get herself to sit back down but she knew that the self that was on the bus was angry and would never sit back down—could not just let that happen to the girl without trying to stop it.
Shy's feet carried her past the gathering crowd and to the back of the bus.
“You two freaks leave that girl alone!” She screamed at them.
The two boys stopped and stared at Shy. Then they stared at each other. Dumbfounded or not they still had sex on their miniscule football brains. The one closest to the aisle grabbed Shy's arm.
“What... You jealous or something?”
“Stop it damn it. Let me go!”
They let the other girl go instead.
“We don't want to make you Jealous Shy Shy. We will give you the attention you want!”
The boy on the window side of the seat grabbed Shy's hand and brought it to his crotch. Shy could feel how rigid it was, and it felt big in her small hand, and even though she knew that these boys were basically trying to rape her, she still didn't care. She had always wanted to touch one, and now she was. There was a hard penis in her hand and she gave it a little squeeze.
Deep down she knew that she shouldn't do that. She knew that these boys weren't being nice and that they were just using girl's for fun, but she was curious and wanted to know what they felt like, and maybe even what they looked like.
Up until Shy was seven their family had lived in a small two bedroom house. It was all that their parents could afford at the time. The only problem was that their were three kids--so no matter how you looked at it--bedrooms had to be shared. Shy and Charity were the youngest and they were both girls so they ended up having to sleep in the master bedroom with their parents, and Jarrod got the other small bedroom.
By the time that Shy was five she was used to hearing the noises that her parents made sometimes. At first they scared her. She thought that daddy was hurting mommy because it kind of sounded like mommy was crying, but she finally figured out that mommy wasn't crying. She figured out that mommy liked whatever daddy was doing.
She knew that because sometimes mommy begged for daddy to do it harder and faster, and even though he sometimes called mommy funny names like slut or whore mommy seemed to like that too.
After Shy stopped being scared she started opening her eyes and trying to see what they were doing. It was always dark when they did it, but as long as she was quiet, Shy could sit up on her pallet and see enough to know that daddy was either on top of mommy, or behind her with mommy on her knees, and they were grinding their privates together.
“She squeezed it Cam. I think she likes it!” The boy said.
“No shit Sherlock.... Of course she likes it... She's a slut like all the rest of 'em!”
There was that word that daddy called mommy sometimes when they were doing it harder and faster.
“So!” Shy said trying to defend her mom to the boys. Somehow they knew about what their parents did in the bedroom at night, and she didn't like the tone of their voices. “What's wrong with that.”
“Nothing!” They both agreed. “We like sluts.”
The boys both gave each other a knowing look. Shy wasn't even sure exactly what this conversation was about, but she knew that it had something to do with the things that her parents did after they thought that she and her sister were asleep. It was something to do with bumping and rubbing together when you were naked and about looking at each other.
Shy was starting to get those feelings in her pee hole, or pussy as her mom always said it. They were the same feelings that she got when she tried to watch her parents play their games. It was like riding a roller coaster with the wiggly stomach feeling and star dust feeling between her legs. She was starting to feel like she wanted to touch herself like she started to do when she was six while her parents bumped up against each other.
The boy closest to the window started to unzip his jeans, and the group that was watching got quiet.
Shy couldn't believe what the boy was doing. It actually looked like he was trying to take it out and he was doing it right in front of everybody. She was finally going to get to see one, and in real life.
He fished it out into plain view. Shy thought she could actually hear a gasp from the other kids as they all saw what she was seeing, and then whispers.
“Let's make her suck us off,” the kid with his penis in daylight said.
“Okay, but we gotta hurry. Mrs. Grabitz won't be gone much longer.”
“You want to taste some candy Shy-Shy?”
Shy knew what the boys wanted when they said suck us off. She had seen her mommy do it to daddy enough times already, and she actually wanted to do it. At first when she saw her mommy do it she thought that it was gross, but whenever she did it daddy always told mommy how much he loved her and how good she was.
It didn't take Shy long before she was imagining daddy putting his thing in her mouth and telling her how good of a girl she was and how much he loved her. Shy always played with herself when she imagined having daddy in her mouth like that.
These boys wanted her to put their thingy's in her mouth, and she doubted that they would say that they loved her, but they might say she did a good job. She kind of knew what to do from watching her mom so she bent down, opened her mouth and slid it in.
“Oh my fucking God Cam. She did it on her own I swear it!”
“How is it?”
“Shit... It feels so fucking good!”
“Well hurry up dude! Blow your load so I can try it.”
Shy liked the way that it felt in her mouth. The boy was white like her dad, but his thing wasn't nearly as big. She pretended that it was her dad's thing instead of this boys. She used her tongue to explore the ridged shape around the edges and the boys seemed to like it because he put his hand on her head and pulled her down like daddy sometimes did to mommy.
He started to pull her head all the way down so that his thing was pushing up against her throat. He held her head there and started moving his hips. A second later Shy felt some gooey stuff coming out. That's when she first realized what daddy meant when he said that he was coming. It tasted kind of like dirty pennies, but it wasn't too bad.
Shy felt the other boys hands grabbing her shoulders. The boy already had himself out, and he jerked her over and in front of his lap. Shy came willingly. She hadn't fought the first boy and she wasn't going to fight this one.
Shy went down on him the same way that she had the first one. This time though she wanted to take a little more time and to really get a feel for the shape of a boy's penis. Who knows how long it would be before she could get another chance to put one in her mouth.
“Wow Shy-Shy, you really know what you are doing. You've done this before?” She shook her head no without taking him out of her mouth. Instead she swirled her tongue around the head of him and licked the top of his pee hole.
He started squirting as soon as she did that, and she quickly put him back into her mouth so that she could catch what was coming out. She wanted to know if he tasted the same as the first boy did.
It turned out that he did.
Back in the real world Jack was laying Shy into the bed of their hotel room. Her eyes fluttered and she smiled as he brought the covers over the top of her. He crawled in and cuddled close, stroked a lock of hair from the front of her face, and kissed her forehead. She looked so peaceful laying their in the dim moonlight. Jack knew that whatever dream she was having it must be a good one.
“I love you so much Shy,” he said to his sleeping daughter.
“I love you too daddy,” she muddled in her sleep.
And she meant it.
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