Anna's sexual awakening began just before Mom died and it had a lot to do with her best friend, Ginette. At an early age Ginette had developed into quite a dish and had a fairly slutty attitude to go with it. She liked to strut her stuff. None of these frumpy, bulky, grunge getups for her, she was strictly into showing off what she had with the tightest, clingiest, cleavage-revealing blouses and micro minis that always hiked up just a little too much. Her Dad is a big shot movie producer and Ginette swears that she helped him land a three-picture deal with an A-list film star by offering up her virginity as a kind of sweetener. Seems the guy had a penchant for Lolitas and Ginette had a major crush on him, so everyone came out a winner.
Ginette spent a lot of time at our house. I'm sure she liked the stability and normality and love that we all shared. And Anna got a full dose of dysfunctional family at Ginette's place. It was a constant carousel of drugs, booze and partying and Ginette seemed to exchange mothers about three times a year. Anna knew enough not to get involved in her best friend's extracurricular activities but her body was developing too and soon the two were experimenting, touching each other and kissing, pretty harmless stuff.
But one night, Ginette took Anna down to her father's entertainment room and put an x-rated movie up on the big wall screen and suddenly Anna was watching a bigger than life cavalcade of fucking, sucking capped by cumshots galore. As if to heighten the experience, Ginette quickly stripped, lying back on her father's big leather couch and began masturbating. She tried to get Anna to follow suit but it was a bit too much for her. She did kiss her friend's breasts, though and soon Ginette was rolling into a sweet, satisfying climax, leaving a nice, butt-shaped puddle of lubrication on her father's crushed leather sofa. She recovered quickly and was eager to return the favor but Anna was having none of it.
Still, her eyes were glued to the big screen orgy in front of her. What most stuck in Anna's mind was a scene in which a giant-titted slut spit tons of saliva onto a nice fat fuck tool and jacked it off with both hands while licking the cock head for all she was worth. The affect was immediate and a deep male groan was the woman's cue to begin pumping for all she was worth. She was rewarded with a steaming stream of cum right between the eyes.
The guy ejaculated with so much force that her head actually jerked back but she kept control, squeezing the base of his organ so hard that the rest of his cum had no escape. With her other hand she scooped up some of his jizz and used it to masturbate him, priming him, stroking his now rampant cock. Stroking with blinding speed now, she eased her grip on the base and the result was a torrent of sperm that arched a good three feet up into the air, raining down on the woman's blond hair, face, shoulders and tits. The way Anna described it, it was a sight to behold, a cum bath from one mad cock, the guy's tool covered with spunk, the woman's hands dripping with the stuff, and two of her on screen cohorts licking the rest off her torso.
It was a sight to behold and Ginette, sensing Anna's fascination, stopped the DVD and replayed the scene from every possible angle, close-ups included. It was all making Anna hotter than an overheated vibrator and this time, she offered no resistance when Ginette unbuttoned her Levis and pushed her hands inside, touching her moist pussy as the explicit porno played out in front of them. Anna spread her legs wide and began crudely kneading her nipples from outside her blouse. It was all a bit rushed but had the desired affect as my sister poured down her first tribute to Venus at the tender age of 13. It would be her last one for a long time because exactly two days later, a drunk driver killed our mother.
The next year was a horror for the three of us. Dad was catatonic with grief, inconsolable. So he took flight, taking a leave of absence from his own company, packing us all up and shipping off to Hawaii. Dad regressed to the passion of his youth, spending his days surfing the swells on the north shore of Oahu. He'd stay in the ocean all day long, dragging himself home at night, falling into an exhausted sleep. As always, he made sure our resort had an Olympic pool for me and as long as I was in the water my mind was off my mom for a while. Anna took to sleeping, as much as 15 hours a day. I think we tried to help each other through it as much as possible but in the end, it was a loss that all of us had to deal with alone.
When we finally returned home, Dad kept up with the surfing, returning to his old teenage haunts, surfing the rocks off Palos Verdes. I went back to my old routine of swimming and school, but the ordeal proved to be a bit too much for Anna. She began having horrible nightmares, waking in a screaming terror, begging for her mom to comfort her. Not knowing where to turn, dad began letting her sleep with him and before you get any perverse ideas, it was completely platonic.
As Anna tells it, dad even laid out the ground rules, dividing my parent's big king size bed in half and using one of her old stuffed alligators as a divider. The nearness, the comfort, were just what the doctor ordered and Anna's demons seemed to depart, or were at least held at bay.
As time went on, the both of them got used to a routine. When he was ready for bed he'd call her in her room and she'd slip over in her nightgown and snuggle in to sleep. It went on like this for well over a year.
Time heals all wounds and the pain of Mama's death gradually ebbed as we got on with our lives. Dad went back to work, re-organizing his company, I was suddenly among the top five female prep swimmers in California and Anna just kept getting more beautiful and enticing all the time. Memories of mom receded, replaced by other thoughts. She rekindled old friendships and soon her and Ginette were pals again, without the hanky panky experimenting of earlier days.
One night as she slept next to dad, Anna was suddenly visited by a vivid and penetrating memory of the one porno movie she'd watched with Ginette and the resulting climax, the first and only she'd experienced. For nights on end, she replayed the scene in her head, growing more and more agitated with every mental viewing. One sleepless night, she rolled over to see that dad had pushed aside his blankets and was lying on his back, sleeping like a log. In the moonlight, she could see the enormous bulge tenting his boxer shorts and decided to risk just one touch. Anna says she wasn't really nervous and was certainly not thinking about anything like incest. For her it was just curiosity and since boys her own age didn't interest her, dad seemed a safe choice for experimentation.
Anna's hand reached the silk fabric of dad's boxers and gripped the hidden instrument underneath. Her first impression was surprise at how truly hard it was and how hot. Sensing that he was still in a deep sleep, she grew bolder, slipping her hand inside the boxer slit, her fingers coming into contact with a male cock for the first time. As she ran her fingers alongside it, the thing grew still harder. As she'd seen in the movie, she grabbed hold of it and began pumping it up and down and though he was still asleep, dad let out a sigh of pleasure that frightened Anna and she quickly withdrew her hand.
But as the nights went on, she became bolder. The next time she slipped her hand into his trunks, it was soft and she actually managed to pull it out of the boxer slit. Not knowing what to do with a limp dick, she simply held onto it and soon she felt it growing hard in her hand. In the moonlight, she watched it inflate to full size. Christ, it felt like an iron rod in her hand, beautiful to the touch. She began rubbing it up and down, carefully listening to Dad's breathing to detect any sign of wakening. Soon she had both hands on the thing, playing and tickling the organ in her own innocent way. By and by, she remembered her pornographic mentor had used saliva to lubricate the stick. As quietly as she could she spit a puddle of saliva into her hand and smeared it on her fingers before grasping dad's cock. Her hand now moved fluidly up and down the thing. What she didn't know about was the hair trigger on a cock that hadn't been touched by a female in almost two years.
Dad barely flinched in his sleep as a torrent of white hot goo pulsated out of his steely hard cock, plopping onto the sheets and pillow, like big dollops of cream. Anna was so surprised by the copious outpouring that she jerked dad's fire hose in all directions with the result that half the bed was soon covered with splotches of cum. The last load dribbled down Dad's cock onto her fingers and instinctively she squeezed on the deflating instrument, getting every drop out of it. Not knowing what to do with her sticky hand, she stuck her fingers in her mouth, licking them clean with her tongue.
Talk about love at first taste, Anna discovered that she quite liked the gunk, at least as delivered by her father.
Dad's midsection was a disaster area, his shorts splattered with spunk, his shrinking cock slathered with saliva and cum. There was nothing Anna could do, so as soon as she was sure Dad was still asleep she reached over, took the tip of his rod into her mouth, sucked some more juice out of it and then let it lie. As Anna says, she was so horny that it took hours for her to fall asleep, and much like me she played with herself until she was just short of orgasm but never quite let herself go over the top.
