There's nothing more sexy than seeing a tanned pair of legs sticking out of a pair of tight, white jean shorts, and when Alisha came out of her room just before my poker guests started arriving that's what she was wearing. The short's weren't obscenely short. We ended up agreeing that she had to at least start off only just barely pushing the limits. She was also wearing a white tank top, but she did have a bra on. The shirt didn't quite cover her mid drift, but over all she was within the range of acceptability.
I had originally decided against having her attend poker night. I figured it was just too outrageous. She had come with me to work that morning though, and one of the guys had come in and started talking about it. Once she found out that there were going to be eight new cocks that she might be able to tease she couldn't resist that temptation, and I eventually gave in to her pleas.
Willis Jenkins was the first to arrive. He showed up with his best friend Styles and they both kept their greetings with me short so they could meet Alisha. They were all smiles as they chatted with her, and Bill Clawson came through the door while they were still talking to her. Bill had been the one that came into the store while we were there, and was ultimately responsible for her being there.
“Hey there cutie!” he said brightly. “Your dad decided to let you watch us rob him of all his money tonight?” He asked ribbing me openly with his elbow as he said it.
Everybody loved his little joke, and we all had a good laugh at it. We were just getting ready to move into the kitchen when Kyle, my best friend, and Juice walked in. We called him Juice because he almost always had a dip in him mouth, and carried some kind of container to spit in. He almost always insisted on having it sitting somewhere on the table in front of him so we all had to look at it all night.
Kyle went almost immediately to Alisha, picking her up with a hug. Alisha immediately wrapped her legs around him, and his hands went to her butt, using them as leverage to keep her up. He hugged her tight for a second and then bent as if to set her back to her feet.
“Nope,” she said. “I might just stay here all night!” she said giggling. She kept her legs wrapped around him tightly and locked her ankles behind his back.
“You do that and your dad might need his shotgun,” he said jokingly. Alisha had spent enough time over Kyle's, spending time with his daughter who was the same age, for them to build a pretty close friendship, but I had to wonder if it was closer than I new about.
Alisha did finally let him off of the hook, but when he sat her down, I couldn't deny the bulge in his pants where her crotch at been a few seconds before.
I closed the door behind me and headed for the kitchen. I already had the case with the poker chips in them on the table, and Willis went to selling everybody their chips. I bought in for $200 dollars, my usual, and everybody else bought in for various amounts. The minimum was $100, and a few of the guys started with that.
I couldn't help but notice that as the guys were buying their chips that most of them couldn't help but to let their eyes wander back over to my daughter. I couldn't blame them. The shorts looked amazing on her and her shape was beyond her years.
The doorbell rang, and Alisha went to get it. The tension seemed to deflate in the room like a balloon that's let go before it's tied off as she left the kitchen. The sudden release of tension let me know that there were still challenges to be faced.
Kyle made that easier, and I was glad for it.
“Since when do you let your daughter where skimpy ass shorts like that?”
“Why not. You can't deny she looks good in them. Can you?”
There were a bunch of no's uttered under their breath around the room. I could tell that it was Axel and his two friends, that showed up. I'd never met the other two guys, but Axel was usually the life of the party. We called him Axel because of his long blonde hair and all of his tattoos. He had the rocker attitude, and in a way it really was like we had Axel Rose in our group. The similarities in his body stopped with his hair though. He was tall and solidly built and his smile wrapped around him like a yellow ribbon tied around a tree.
“Your actually gonna let these pervs eye your daughter up and down all night?” Kyle continued.
“Actually yeah,” I said. “She was actually excited about it. You should have seen the outfit she wanted to wear. It made those shorts look like granny pants, but I told her I didn't think you guys would be comfortable with letting her walk around like that all night,” hoping to turn it around on them.
“Oh... Well it's not up to us,” Willis said. “If it's okay with you... I mean.....”
I jumped back in to save him from biting his tongue clean off. “All I know is that it would make her day, and if she's happy that's all I care about.”
Axel must have been talking Alisha's ear off because it wasn't until about then that the group all walked in.
“You guys want a waitress for the whole night?” Alisha asked hopefully.
“As long as she's as pretty as you my darling,” Kyle said.
“Well it is me silly,” she answered.
“Okay, but you gotta wear that other outfit your dad was telling us about,” Kyle said as he winked at her.
“Really! You guys don't mind?”
“Hell naw. Go put it on girl!”
Alisha busted out of the kitchen on a mission, and came back a few minutes later wearing another pair of white shorts, similar to the other ones, but cut down to almost nothing. She had the same shirt, but the bra had disappeared.
“Wow,” Kyle said. “I think I speak for everyone when I say that you take my breath away young love.”
“Thanks!” Alisha said. “I was hoping I would.”
Alisha started taking orders, and serving up drinks to everyone, and I was glad to see that at least some of the tension had departed. I joined with everyone in checking out her ass, which kissed the air as she walked back and forth to the refrigerator.
“You really don't mind us looking at her. I mean she's what thirteen? I almost feel guilty,” Willis said.
“Ah... She likes it and we ain't hurting nothing,” Kyle said.
“I'd be mad if you guys didn't look. I'd feel ugly dammit! Look all you want and make me feel pretty,” she said flirtatiously coming back up to the table. “Who knows if you guys make me feel good enough, I might actually start sitting on some laps.”
“I don't think your dad's gonna let you go that far sweet pea,” Axel said.
“Well then I guess I'll just have to start with his lap then won't I?” She said raising her eyebrows at me as she said it.
“Let's start making some cards fly huh? Before you guys start whipping your dicks out and start whacking off all over the table!” I said poking a little fun.
“Oh come on,” Styles cut in. “We wouldn't take it that far.... I mean we're just having a little fun Tony.”
“I know Styles. I don't even mind, but I do want to play some cards... Besides that letting my daughter watch you whack off in my kitchen would probably be the most action you've seen in a month,” I said chiding him.
The table busted out laughing, and his face turned a little red. “Yeah.... Can't deny that. Wendy don't put out much.”
“She let's you go without?” Alisha said coming around the table and going to him. She almost sounded offended. She sat sideways in his lap, put his arms around him and kissed him on the cheek.
“Yeah,” he responded hanging his head low.
“What's wrong with her? A good looking nice guy like you deserves some good loving.” Alisha looked straight up and into his eyes. He returned her gaze for a second, and then looked to me to gauge my reaction to the situation.
“What?” I said. “She has a point.”
“So does he?” Alisha said teasing.
“Oh... Yeah... Sorry about that.”
“Don't be. Especially if I gave that to you. I feel honored.”
“Oh yeah. It feels pretty big. If I was your wife I'd be sitting on that every chance I got.”
She slid back off of him and left him with wide eyes.
We finally got to playing our game. With nine of us there we were pretty much limited to Texas Hold 'Em, which I didn't mind because it was one of my favorites. Alisha made another round of replenishing drinks, and went to Kyles side, standing in between him and myself, when she was done. He immediately wrapped his arm around her and began sliding his hand up and down her leg. He folded his hand by then so he was waiting for the next hand. I'm sure he appreciated having something to do while he waited.
I wasn't in it either so I was able to enjoy the scenery. Kyle was comfortable with Alisha. More comfortable than I would have figured. His hand was high on her leg, and caressing it with his thumb, which was only a few inches below the bottom of her cheek.
I couldn't believe his boldness, especially so early in the night, but I was actually glad for it. I didn't blame him for doing it. There is nothing that feels better than the feel the silky soft skin of a beautiful woman.
I wasn't the only one that noticed the position of his hand on my daughter's leg either. Every now and then the eye's of one of the other guys would slip over to where his hand was as he caressed her leg, and then they would force their eyes back to the game. It was as if they didn't want to disturb what was happening.
Kyles hand was only inches away from my face. I almost regretted sitting directly next to him, because it was difficult to watch him from my peripheral vision. I could still see as his hand went to her outer leg. He slipped it to the knee closest to him and began to rub her there. Alisha turned toward him and put her arm around his shoulder. She adjusted herself so that her legs weren't so close together, and I continued to soak it in as his hand made its way higher on her leg.
Kyle was definitely the type to push his limits in any situation. It's one of the things I liked about him. He never seemed to care what anyone else thought about anything. He spoke his mind whether you liked what he had to say or not. You never had to guess what he was thinking because he always told you up front.
He was testing his limits here too. He knew that if I had a problem with it I would tell him before it became a problem. He wanted to rub my daughter's leg, and he left it up to me to stop him from doing it. I wasn't about to do that though because I enjoyed watching it happen.
Kyle tested the limits even more. His hand traced ever higher on her leg, and didn't stop at her thigh. His fingers slid up and began to trace the outline of her shorts, mimicking the arch along her buttocks.
Alisha slid into his lap, straddling one leg, and Kyles hand immediately went to her thigh, his other hand slid in around her stomach, and both began to enjoy her tender smooth skin. Alisha's hand went to his and she slid it further up on her leg, letting him know for sure that she liked his attention.
Kyle looked at me to gauge my reaction, but I pretended not to notice. His hand slid even further up and traced the line of her shorts in the front. His other hand slid down along her shorts and he began to caress both of her legs.
Another hand was dealt out, and I peeked at my cards. I had seven deuce and quickly folded. Kyle checked his cards, and did the same.
“I'm ready for another one hon. If you don't mind,” Willis said.
“Sure,” Alisha said, and she hurried to the fridge.
She brought him a bud, and set it in front of him. He thanked her, and as an after thought he reached into his pocket and grabbed a five dollar bill. Alisha watched him pull it out, but shook her head no when he tried to hand it to her.
“I don't need any tips... Really. Especially five bucks. I definitely haven't earned that much.”
He kind of chuckled at her. “Girl... You have probably earned more than that. Go ahead. I insist.”
He nodded, and thrust the five spot toward her.
“Okay, but I'm not going to take it in my hand,”she turned her hips so that it pointed toward the money. “You gotta tuck it in. You know. Like at a strip club!”
“You know about strip clubs?”
“Yeah... I watch a lot of T.V.”
He looked to her waist, and I could see that greedy lust fill his eyes. He looked at me and I shrugged.
He tucked it into the front of her shorts.
“Further!” she said in her teasing voice.
He reached back up and tucked it in further.
“I can still see it.
He made the five disappear.
Everyone's attention was drawn back to the game. Axel pushed all in, and set his gaze at the table. Alisha turned back to the table, and I couldn't help but notice that Willis's hand slid in between Alisha's leg, just above her knee. He slowly stroked the inside of her leg with his thumb in the same way that Kyle had done earlier. The guys were definitely getting more used to fondling my daughter, and we were making some real progress.
Styles was the other person still in on the hand. He was deep in thought, looking from the pot, to his hand, and then to Axel.
“You want me to call you?”
“Damn right I do,” Axel said with bravado.
I knew right then that Axel was bluffing. It was a common flaw to act strong when you were weak, and Axel hadn't learned that lesson yet. Styles might still fold though, because he wasn't a gutsy player and Axel still might get away with it. I was curious to see how it would play out, but I was also curious about what was happening with my daughter's leg as Willis's hand drifted upward. He had already made it halfway up her thigh, and Alisha had already widened her stance a little for him.
“Dammit. There's a ton of hands that beat me. I want to call you, but I just don't know.”
I wanted to say something. At least tell him to take his time. My reasoning wasn't to influence him, but because Willis was using the distraction from the action to get some play from Alisha, and I wanted the action on the table to last long enough for him to get somewhere. If I said anything at all though Axel might get pissed if Styles called and lost the hand, so I knew I had to keep my mouth shut.
I could see that Willis's face had flushed. I could see the nerves as his hand shook it's way up Alisha's thigh. She stood still while it traveled further up her leg. I thought he would stop at her upper thigh, but he didn't. His hand went all the way up, turning at the top where her legs joined and he actually began to massage against the spot where the folds of tender girlhood was.
He massaged against her mound while Styles continued to think about his options. Once he realized that Alisha still wasn't going to stop him he went even further and started moving his fingers around in circles. Alisha closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath as his fingers did their work.
Styles finally folded his hand, and Will removed his. I could see a small wet spot just below where his fingers had just been. Alisha must have been dripping wet. A part of me wanted to urge him to continue, but there was still another part of me that liked that he did it on his own. For some reason telling him to do it just wasn't as exciting as seeing it happen without any encouragement.
Despite the fact that he had tried to use the card game as a distraction I hadn't been the only one to notice though. I was pretty sure that Axel had caught it from across the table. Kyle had definitely noticed, and I thought that Juice had noticed too. None of them had said a word though, which I thought was a good thing.
Willis didn't retreat completely though. His hand had simply gone back down to the inside of her knee, and he was back to just caressing the inside of her leg with his thumb.
“I think I need another beer,” Styles said. “I have a feeling I just got bluffed.”
“You're damned right you did!” Axel said with glee. “And I'm loving every minute of it. I had nothing. Couldn't even beat deuces.”
“Son of a bitch! I knew it. I just knew you had nothing!”
Alisha parked up next to him with a beer in her hand. She handed it to him. “Don't worry. I'll make you feel better Styles is it?”
“Yeah, honey, and thanks,” he said. He took the beer, and reached into his pocket. He only pulled out a single dollar bill, but Alisha turned to him the same way that she had done with Willis. He looked up at her and she nodded to him. He slid the bill down her pants, but didn't wait to be invited to go further. Half of his hand disappeared into her shorts, then he made a jabbing motion as if he were pushing the bill even further down.
“Mmmm...” Alisha said. “Thanks. That felt nice.”
Styles face turned beat red, and he pulled his hand back out of her shorts. Alisha didn't leave him though, and soon his hand was on the inside of her leg. Pretty much everybody there noticed his transgression, and I'm pretty sure that he was barely aware of what he was doing. I think his mind was totally engrossed in the hand that he just lost, and he was simply seeking out comfort and doing it on a subconscious level. That didn't stop his hand from caressing her soft skin though, and tracing ever further up her leg. Once again Alisha did what she could in the small space to make the journey easier for him.
The next hand was dealt out, and I got lucky and caught pocket aces. Styles was first to act, and he raised early. The action came to me. One of Axel's buddies, and Axel himself both called. I was pretty sure that I could push, and that Styles would call for sure. The other three I felt would all get out of the way of an all in so I pushed, and the hand played out like I thought it would.
I flipped over my aces, and Styles slapped his forehead. “Dammit all. I just knew you were trying to push me around after that last hand. He flipped over Ace, Jack off-suit. I was way ahead.
“Don't worry Styles. I'm your good luck charm,” Alisha told him.
Her luck didn't work though. Nothing came to the board to help him, and I cleaned him out. He asked for another hundred.
“Da'ad. You big meany.... You took all his money!”
I smiled at her. “Yep... That's poker.”
“Don't worry.... I'll make it up to you later,” Alisha said.
“I'm all in,” Axel said jokingly. It didn't count because the cards hadn't even been dealt.
Styles looked up at her and smiled. “Yeah I wish,” he said, but his hand drifted higher on her thigh and he began to stroke it. This time he was aware of his actions, and I watched as his eyes got kind of a glazed look. His hand was high enough that his thumb grazed up against her crotch., and she allowed it.
I glanced around the table, and everyone's eyes were on Style's hand as he continued to make his physical advances on my daughter's leg. In the beginning the room was filled with tension over the way that Alisha was dressed. Everyone was uncomfortable with the skimpiness of her clothing, and her age. By this time, with the beer coursing through everyone's veins and their inhibitions a little lower, that tension had turned into anticipation and lust. I could feel the desire oozing from every cell of every guy in the room. They couldn't believe what was happening, and neither could I.
Styles couldn't help himself. He had his hand on her leg and the smoothness of her skin was more than he could resist. He turned Alisha around so that she was facing him and began to rub the inside of her leg openly as we all sat there and watched.
“I think that's enough Styles,” Juice said. “She's just a kid for cripes sake!”
Styles immediately withdrew his hand.
“Not tonight I'm not,” Alisha answered, grabbing Styles hand and putting it back. “Tonight I'm your boy toy, and I want all of you to enjoy yourselves however you want.”
Styles looked up into her eyes, but still didn't make a move so Alisha took it further. She lifted her shirt up exposing her breast and pulled his face into her chest. He opened his mouth and took her nipple between his lips.
“Now that's more like it,” Alisha said.
“I think I could use another beer myself,” Axel spit out nervously.
Style's thumb had closed the distance, and was firmly massaging her through her shorts. Alisha was the one now with glazed eyes as she enjoyed the feelings in her lower region from what Styles was doing. I knew Alisha well enough to know that she thoroughly enjoyed being watched. The idea of guys watching her engage in naughty acts was right up her alley.
She looked at Styles and smiled. She knew that it was time to move on and that there were other men that needed pleasing.
“Okay,” she said. “But I have to go to the bathroom first.”
She broke away from Styles and double timed it out of the kitchen.
“Wow,” Willis said. “I know we shouldn't be doing this, but I gotta say.... This is friggin hot!”
I half expected them to ask my permission. To make sure that they weren't overdoing it, but they didn't. I'm not sure, but I think they were worried that I might stop them, and they didn't really want things to stop.
“I'll say,” Styles added.
Alisha came back a few minutes later. The cards were sitting on the table, and nobody even bothered to pick them out to deal another hand. I was pretty sure that poker was done for the night.
Alisha wasn't wearing the same pair or shorts anymore. I was hoping that this was the last outfit. Otherwise I was going to have to do some serious clothes shopping. She was now wearing a skirt, but it wasn't even really a skirt anymore. She had cut it down to a three inch strip of cloth and wore it low on her hips so that it barely covered the parts she was trying to hide. She was still wearing the same shirt, but she had cut it nearly in half, starting from the bottom and heading up. She stopped just shy of severing the shirt completely. It was almost as if her shirt were still struggling to cling to her breasts in a last ditch effort to conserve her modesty, but were losing the battle. Her nipples were just barely covered, and her firm young mounds were mostly out in the open.
The shirt was only long enough to hang just below her breast line, and she had written something on her stomach in red lipstick. I struggled to see what it was.
The words “Boy Toy,” were scrawled across her stomach. Her belly button seemed to be a comma separating each word.
She headed directly to the refrigerator, grabbed Axel his beer, and headed over to him. She stood next to him facing directly toward him, and held the beer out to him. He reached out and grabbed the beer. He set it on the table and began to caress up and down her inner thigh. Alisha widened her stance and I could see the hunger and anticipation on her face. I knew that by now she had enough tinkering and she wanted some real action. I'm sure her pussy was dying for more than a gentle grazing.
Axel looked her directly in the eye as he worked his hand up and down her inner thigh, going higher with every stroke. He didn't tarry there too long, before we all knew it his hand had reached it's target and he began stroking the insides of her pussy lips. Alisha reached down, and pulled the skirt up so that we could all watch what he was doing. He massaged her there and then slid a finger inside of her.
“Oh fuck.... Finally...” She said. Her eyes filled with greedy hunger. “I didn't think I would ever get something inside of me.”
Axel smiled at her and began to slide his finger in and out of my daughter as everybody watched.
“You like that?”
She nodded. “I'd like two better!”
Axel complied with her request. He added a second finger. His hands were fairly big, and two fingers were enough that it filled her young pussy.
“Oh God that feels so good.”
“You like being a boy toy do you?”
“Yes! I love it. I want all of you to play with me!” She said. Her voice was serious and intense, and her words were sincere.
Every now and then one of the guys would look over to me to make sure that I wasn't getting angry. When they did I would smile, raise my eyebrows, or give them some other signal to let them no that I was perfectly okay with what was happening.
“How far are we allowed to go sweetie.”
“Until I say no.... We'll see. I definitely want every one of your tongues on me at the same time. That much is for sure.”
Everybody exchanged a nervous glance, but I heard no complaints.
Axel reached up and tore what was left of her shirt off of her and then brought her to him. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, and then switched to the other, sucking it in and teasing it with his tongue. Then he backed away and passed her over to one of his buddies.
I realized at that point that no introductions had been done with this, or the other guy that came with Axel. I didn't know his name or anything else about him, or his other friend. All I knew was that he had a thick brown goatee, and mustache, and a bald head.
He brought my daughter in close, reached up behind her neck, and brought her face to his. He kissed her deeply, and I watched, barely able to see as his tongue entered her mouth. She kissed him back and his hand went between her legs. He inserted his finger into her and she moaned into his mouth. He continued making out with her for a minute, and then looked at me.
I was sitting directly to his right. I could see the question in his mind. “Was I going to participate?”
Damn straight I was.
I grabbed Alisha's hand, backed my chair up and positioned her in front of me. Then I spun her around so that she was facing toward the table. I gently pushed forward on her back, letting her know that I wanted her to lean down. She laid face down onto the table, spilling my chips as she did. She widened her stance and waited to see what I was going to do.
I moistened my finger with my tongue and slid my finger into her.
I slowly slid it in further, and then back out, and hesitated.
“Do it again daddy. I like the way it feels.”
I slid my finger back in and then slowly began to fuck her with it.
We all sat and watched as Alisha was passed from guy to guy around the table. Each man taking his turn feeling her up, kissing her, sucking her firm young breasts, or all of the above. Alisha laughed and giggled as she made her way around again, as if she were the poker hand now being delt. She made two rounds and then went to Kyle.
I pulled my finger out, and Alisha stood back up and turned around. Kyle was sitting to my left, and I guided her in his direction. This time she had her own agenda though. She dropped to her knees, and began to unzip his pants.
I have always been fascinated by watching white women take on BBC's, and my daughter was about to do just that. I watched as she pulled him free from his pants, and wasn't all that surprised to see that he was very well hung. He wasn't super thick, but he had to be at least ten inches. Alisha didn't play around she eagerly took him into her mouth and began to pleasure him with her mouth.
The other guys began to stand up, and come around the table for a better view.
“Why don't we move this into the living room,” I said. “That way nobody misses anything.”
Alisha stood back up, and wiped some spittle from her chin, and we all moved into the living room.
She got onto her knees in the center, and everyone gathered around her, taking spots on either the couch, chairs, or floor when seating space ran out. I, of course got my recliner and we all settled in. Kyle took his place in front of her and Alisha immediately went back to where she left off. She started to tease his head with her tongue, gazing into his eyes and teasing him with them too. She licked around his head with her tongue, then she wrapped her lips and began to take him into her mouth slightly. I could see that she was still using her tongue to give him pleasure.
She took him further into her mouth and began to slide him in and out, and to use her hands to pleasure the parts of him that she couldn't take in. Kyle arched his back and closed his eyes while she took care of him.
I didn't want him to come yet. It was way too early for that so I signaled for Willis to join in. The only thing better than watching my daughter suck off one black guy was to watch her pleasuring two. He stood up, went to them, unzipped his pants, and pulled himself out. He wasn't nearly as long, but he was very thick.
Alisha watched as he began to stroke himself in front of her. She didn't wait long. She took him into her mouth and began to suck him off. Her lips were stretched wide as she did, but she was still able to take him almost all of the way in. I watched eagerly as he repetitively disappeared and reappeared from her hungry lips.
Styles got tired of only watching. He got up from his seat on the couch, and knelt behind her. He bent low. I could tell immediately what he had in mind. He wanted to taste her juices. Alisha looked up and knew what to do. She pulled both men onto their knees, and then got up on her own, and opened her legs enough to let Styles face between her legs.
I loved watching three men enjoying Alisha, and Alisha enjoying them. It occurred to me that Alisha viewed her body, and her talents as a gift. The last thing that she wanted to do with her gift was to keep it to herself. What good was a gift if it were kept wrapped in paper, with a cute little bow on it. If nobody ever opened the package then the box beneath the wrapping might as well be empty. Alisha didn't want her box to be empty. She wanted the gift to have meaning.
Styles began to lick in between her legs, and I could hear Alisha's pleasure filled moans as she switched back and forth between Willis, and Kyle.
After a few minutes Styles was ready for more. He stood up straight, on his knees, and started to take himself out. Alisha heard him, but she wasn't ready for that yet.
“It's time for some tongues,” she said. She stood up, and dropped her “skirt,” to the floor. Then she laid down on her back, and spread her legs wide.
“Come on boys,” she said. “I'm waiting. I want all of you to lick all over my body at the same time.”
I got down on my knees and positioned myself above her head. The rest of the guys took my cue and surrounded her on their knees. We all bent at the same time and began to pleasure her with our tongues. I, of course, wanted her mouth. I kissed her in that, upside down, spider man kind of way. Kyle had gotten her tender snatch, and the rest of them found one spot or the other along her slender tanned body. All of us began to lick all over her, covering every appendage.
She started to moan and could barely contain herself from squirming. She squealed in delight as pleasure filled her entire body at the same time. She had her first orgasm within just a few minutes, and it was quickly followed by two more as we continued to lick every inch of her.
“Oh my fucking God that was amazing guys. I hope we can do this every weekend!” Alisha said.
“Absolutely,” Axel said. “At least I know I'm in.”
Everybody shook their head yeah at the same time.
“Is that all though?” Styles asked.
“No of course not,” Alisha said. “But I can't take all of you in one night okay. Definitely not ready for that, but I think I can handle three. I do want all of you to come on me though, and I promise I won't shower until morning!!! Deal?”
“Deal, but how do we pick?” Again it was Styles, and I could tell that he was scared that he wouldn't be chosen.
“Well I pretty much owe you Styles. I mean my dad did take all of your money so your in. Kyle you too, but you have to go last, and.... Let's see,” she said holding a finger to her mouth....
“The rest of you pick a card.... Whoever gets the highest also gets to fuck me.”
Juice ran back into the kitchen to grab the deck of cards, he came back in shuffling them. Then he held them near the floor and fanned them out face down. The rest of the guys each drew a card and turned them over one by one.
I didn't draw one. I knew that I would get my chance after everyone else left and didn't need to.
Juice got the ace, and something in the back of my head told me that if it ever came down to a draw that I should be the one to shuffle, and fan the cards. It was a little too convenient that he happened to come up with an ace, but I didn't say anything.
Styles knelt before Alisha and then stopped.
“Come on sexy,” Alisha said. “I'm waiting.”
“I just remembered. I don't have a condom...” He hung his head low in shame.
“I wouldn't let you use one anyway... Now GET IN MY PUSSY!” She said the get in my pussy, while pointing at her crotch and, imitating Fat Bastard from Gold Finger, and we all cracked up.
Styles pulled his pants down, and laid on top of her. I watched as he gently guided himself in.
“I'm not made out of Glass Styles. You don't have to worry about breaking me.”
“Oh... Sorry,” he said.
He found her opening and slid himself in. Alisha closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around her neck. He bent in close and put his lips to hers and she kissed him back. His hips began to thrust into her and she started to moan and squirm beneath him.
“Oh God you feel so good inside of me Styles,” She said. “That's it... Fuck me so deep!”
Style's began to pump into her. He was starting to get lost inside of himself as continued to penetrate my daughter while we all watched with wide eyes.
“Come inside of me Styles. I want you to come inside of me. Fill me up!”
That was all it took for Styles. Hearing her beg for it sent him over the top, and he immediately started to come inside of her. He hitched three last times and then laid limply on top of her.
“I'm next Styles. Get up,” Juice said. Styles got up, and Juice climbed on. He had already removed his pants and was ready to go. He was quick. He hammered away, and came after only a few pumps. He was efficient, but it wasn't that hot. I hoped that Kyle would put on a little better of a show.
Styles didn't bother to remove his pants. He was stroking himself and he was still hard.
“You sure about this? I'm probably bigger than what your used to.”
“Oh yeah. My pussy is begging for it,” she said. She spread her legs a little more.
“Look at you all grown up and shit! Ready to take on men like it were nothing.”
“It's not nothing Uncle Kyle. It's everything to me. I love it.”
“I guess you do. I think we all learned that tonight.”
Kyle got down closer to her and slid his head into her opening.
“You think you could maybe talk to my daughter? You know feel her out and see if she'd do anything like this?”
“I don't have to Kyle. I texted her earlier, and she was pissed because you said she couldn't come.”
“Oh,” he said. “This is why she wanted to come here so bad?”
“She'll be here next week though. I promise you that,” he said, and slid himself halfway in.
It was a tight fit, but Alisha was loosened up enough to take him.
“Oh... It's so big.... Shit!” She squealed.
“You okay?” He asked, stopping.
“Fuck.... Yes... Keep going dammit!”
Kyle started again. He went slow starting from his head, and sliding himself in as far as he could stopping about three quarters of the way in. I could tell that she was still wasn't quite used to having something so large inside of her, but I could also tell that she was enjoying every second.
Her hips began to work in rhythm with his, and her hands went to her nipples. She began to pinch and tweak them while he slid himself into and out of her.
“Look at my little boy toy niece!” Kyle said. “Taking this dick like a pro! You making me proud girl!”
Alisha smiled up at him. Kyle obviously wasn't her real uncle, but she'd been calling him that for so long that the relationship did resemble it.
Kyle got up and brought Alisha to the couch. He sat down and had her get on top of him, but facing away. She guided him in and took him slowly all the way down. She lifted herself up and then repeated it.
“I'm taking him all the way in daddy! It's so fucking big.”
Kyle began matching her downward thrusts with upper ones, and Alisha squealed again with pleasure.
“I want two guys on either side of her. Give this girl something to do guys.”
Axel and his friend came up on either side of her and Alisha didn't hesitate. She went back and forth from one to the other, taking each of them into her mouth. I love watching her work her magic with them. She took each one all the way in and bobbed her head, sucking each one. Then she would turn her head and do the other one, while she bounced up and down on her uncle Kyle.
After a few minutes she got back up, and Kyle positioned himself behind her doggie style.
“I'm ready for some come now. Don't keep me waiting too much longer.”
Axel came up to her and slid himself into her mouth. He began fucking her from the front while Kyle worked her from behind. Suddenly Axel threw his head back and began to come into her mouth. Some of his juices squirted out, but most went down her throat. As soon as he was finished his friend took his place.
Seeing that took Kyle over the edge. He began slamming her from behind, pulling her hips into himself as he filled her womb with his seed. As soon as he was done Alisha went back to the floor and got on her knees. She opened her mouth like a little bird waiting for it's mother to drop a worm in and Axel's buddy didn't keep her waiting. He started jacking off over her, and quickly came into her open mouth. She wasn't able to get it all into her mouth. Some of his spunk landed on her face, and pooled there.
One by one each of my friends took turns coming onto Alisha's face and into her mouth. After each of them was finished she would swallow what she could and wait for the next. By the time they were done her face was almost completely covered, and she could no longer open her eyes. Just as she had done the night at the grocery store, she wiped their seed into her mouth, enough for her to see, anyway, and swallowed it.
“Man that's a lot of come,' she said.
“You okay kiddo?” Kyle asked her. She nodded her head yeah.
“Why don't you go wash up now?”
“Huh uh,” she said shaking her head no. “I really do want to sleep with it on. It'll be like having you guys with me all night. I want that.”
Kyle looked at me and I shrugged at him.
“Man,” Kyle said in amazement. “She really is something else. Like she really into it.”
“Yeah she is,” I agreed.
“Yeah.... She's a real slut!” Axel's buddy piped in, sticking his foot in his mouth.
He got dirty looks from every other guy in the room except me. I was hit with another wave of guilt as his words haunted me. Hadn't I thrilled myself by saying that same thing to my daughter just the night before?
I felt a wave of shame come over me. What was it that allowed a guy that had scored to be commended with a pat on the back and a “that a boy,” for getting lucky, but at the same time if a girl enjoyed sex was she not only not congratulated, but she was labeled and criticized for it. She was called trashy, and slut, and whore.
I looked at over to Alisha, and I didn't feel like she had done anything wrong. She had given herself completely and had enjoyed every second of it. Not only that but there wasn't a guy in the room that was ever going to forget what had happened for the rest of their lives, and I doubted that anything else would ever compare in any of their minds.
The only thing that would ever taint the night in my mind was that moment when Axel's friend had used that label, and judging by the attitude that he was getting after he said it, I doubted that he would be back next week.
“I don't think she's a slut,” I said clapping him on the back, and walking him towards the door. “I just think she's good at what she loves to do.”
Looking back I now realize that this is the story that I have been trying to write for the past year. Maybe you like it... Maybe you don't.... And maybe I'm just silly... But let me explain.
I told this story at the beginning of breaking barriers, and I will tell it again now because I think it's appropriate.
I was walking in a grocery store, picking up a few odds and ends. I grabbed a loaf of bread and turned around to see a family of four coming down the main aisle directly toward me.
The mother of this family seemed to be a sophisticated woman. She was wearing nice clothing—something you'd expect to see a woman that worked for a fortune five hundred company wearing. She had long blonde hair, and her make up was elegantly done.
She had three kids with her—two girls and a boy. The girls were walking on either side of her and although they were clearly her daughters each one was completely different from the other. The youngest daughter was about nine or ten. She was dressed like a little tom boy, wearing a hockey shirt and baggy shorts. Her hair was in one pony tail behind her head, and she had a serious look on her face.
The other girl was the middle child of about twelve or thirteen. She was an early developer and already had a womanly shape to her, and she was the one that had gotten my attention. She was wearing the skimpiest outfit I had ever seen on anyone before that point, (other than Paris Hilton on the television). She was wearing a white tank top/half shirt, that showed off a lot of her still developing cleavage and a pair of shorts that was cut down so far that Daisy Duke herself would have been jealous. I watched as the family passed me by, and I couldn't help but to gawk at the young girls ass as she rounded the corner, because the round bottom of her ass was actually out in the open.
The funny thing was that her brother was taking up the rear. He was about fourteen or fifteen, and he was staring directly at his sisters ass as they walked through the store.
This scene gave me a lot to think about. I couldn't believe that a woman, who was clearly educated, and definitely not your typical trailer trash mother—could allow her daughter to walk around in public this way.
I also noticed that none of the other customers in the store even gave this family a second look. It was as if the young girls apparel was perfectly acceptable to everyone else around.
At the time I hadn't written anything in a long time. I had given up the craft because I was just “too busy.” At least that's what I told myself. This was something that I just had to write about though. I was inspired.
I wanted to write a story about a young girl that was all about her looks, but more than just that. Seeing that girl walk around the store like that.... Showing off her body as if it were a true work of art—which if that's the way that she actually felt she was kind of right... She really was gorgeous, and her body was amazing for someone so young—and that she felt so strongly about it that she felt it was her duty to share it, and share it with pretty much anybody that wanted it.
I wanted to write a story about a girl that truly did fit the definition of the word “slut.” But I didn't want it to be a bad thing. Because let's be honest. Most of us guys want a girl to embrace her slutty side when she is naked in our bed. We don't want to be limited to missionary only. We want it to be fun and adventurous and a little wild. We want something to remember.... Right?
So I wrote Breaking barriers... At least I wrote a bunch of it. But I wasn't happy with it. I tried to go in too many directions and the story just got too big. Over all I think it was a decent story, but I wasn't satisfied with it. I was out of practice, and I just didn't like how it turned out.
I ended up moving on and going to other stories, but my head was still wrapped up in that one concept of a girl that was over the top and gung ho for anything, and I subconsciously kept dragging that back into whatever story I was working on.
The bad thing is that a lot of times it just wasn't fitting to the original idea of what I was working on and to be honest I ended up screwing up quite a few stories because of that. “I think he's sleeping” is the best example of that because the dad in that story shouldn't have been awake during the sex until the very end. Ooops....
I'm hoping that this closes the chapter on the “over the top,” concept, and that from now on I can write a story and stick to whatever my original idea is.
I've offended a lot of people along the way with the word slut, while I stumbled through trying to get this story right, but now as I look back that word actually was essential to this stories concept, and I think that it was important that the father begin using the word in an abusive way, and that he eventually learned from it. That is what stories are really about anyway. If the main character of a story doesn't learn anything than you don't even really have a story. Hopefully I learned something too. At least I feel like I did.
I know that I left a few strings untied in this story, but I don't plan on taking it any further. I think the important parts of it are told, and if I try to go any further with it then it will just get repetitive.
I do have other story ideas, and I hope to tell them soon. I might even go back and rewrite the last few chapters of “I think he's sleeping” and try to correct the major mistake that I made there.