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Ash texted me early, was I in and was I free, and yes and I was free I texted back. Her mum dropped her off about thirty minutes later. Dad was doing some paperwork at the kitchen table; mum was doing the early morning dishes. Ash said a quick hello and we went up to my room and flopped on the bed behind a closed bedroom door.
"Haven't seen you for ages," Ash said, "what's new?"
"Well, nothing really," obviously I can't talk about ninety per cent of what is going on in my life. Sex with dad, No. Sex with mum, No. Jase and his mum, No. Me and Sandra and Pete, No, best not. Me and Bren and Jase, No. Me and Tom and Tim, No. Me and Alex, No.
"Oh god your life is as boring as mine. When will your folks go out so we can, you know, get personal? When will they go out so I can lick your fanny till you scream?"
"Not sure. Soon I hope."
A little girl on girl is just what I need right now. Yes, I know that there is little difference between a girl and a woman, but still, it is girl action I wanted. I wondered if Ash got affected by mum's hormones when she visited us. "What's happening with you Ash, have you managed to get out and see any boys, or even girls?"
"Nope. Dad is being super strict at the moment. I could only come here if mum bought me to your door."
"Well, I guess that is better than having parents that don't care at all about you."
"I guess, sometimes I wish I could get that."
"I think you would hate it if you did. We can always work something out, my parents go out a lot, so, the house is often empty, I sure we could do something." I wasn't planning on lending her Jase, the way I had with Bren, but she could meet someone here as far as I was concerned, especially if I wasn't going to be involved. I have enough going on without extras.
We lay on the bed, simply kissing, our clothing intact. Whenever anyone came upstairs, we moved apart in case anyone came in, but they didn't. Eventually the last farewell was shouted, the front door shut, and we were alone in the house. I scooted downstairs and dropped the latch, anyone coming in would have to use a key, and when I got back to my room, Ash was laying naked in the centre of my bed.
"I've missed you," she said, "and you are overdressed."
And I was.
I looked at her boobs, nipples sticking up, inviting. Her legs apart, I looked at her fanny, inviting. I pulled my top off, I had worn no bra as Ash was coming over. I undid the button and zip on my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I had worn no panties as Ash was coming over.
"Better," Ash said and I joined her on the bed. We kissed again, our naked bodies touching, my boobs fleeting against hers, our fannies brushing, our lips seeking each other as we pressed against each other. I felt the heat from her groin.
Ash began to move down my body, I felt her tongue as it licked my nipples, and her lips as she sucked them, her fingers exploring between the lips of my fanny, pushing at the skin hiding my clitoris. She went further down, her teeth chewed at my clitoris and her fingers explored my depths, scissoring inside me, sawing in and out, filling, releasing. Then nothing, she wasn't touching me or inside me, nothing.
I could not reach her, she was between my legs, at my sex, all I could do was close my eyes, take what I felt and imagine. She pulled away from me and then her tongue ran along my left thigh, along the edge of my sex, and then down my right thigh and dipped into my entrance. Oh my. Her tongue ran up along the pursed lips of my valley and pressed at the top of my sex, sliding down, forcing my lips apart and pressed at my clitoris.
I parted my legs as much as I could, opening my sex, revealing my fanny hoping it would entice her. I felt a very gently touch along my valley floor, rough, but gentle, her tongue? With no warning I was penetrated, two fingers I thought, pushed inside me without pause, a hand pressing my lips apart, crushing my clitoris, the sensations were intense, and I could no longer control myself and an orgasm erupted through me, my breath stuck in my throat, my back arched high off the bed, my nipples hard and electrified. I held, arched, not breathing, electric flowing from my crotch.
She removed her hand and fingers and I collapsed onto the bed, my breath gasping, my sex soaking, my voice incapable.
"Good?" She asked, all I could do was nod.
"Perhaps you won't leave us so long next time?" She asked, all I could do was nod again.
After tea I had gone up to my room to do some prep for college, I was laying on my front on my bed, my legs just cycling in the air as I went through my notes. I heard my door move, I hadn't clicked it shut.
"Shush" dad whispered and I felt his hand move my panties and he rubbed my sex.
"Dad! Mum's downstairs." This was too much like the false scene I had described to Jase.
"I need you."
"No you don't, not with mum downstairs," I rolled over forcing dad's hand away.
As I rolled onto my back, he grabbed at my panties and pulled them down. "Dad, no, oh, oh." He was rubbing my clitoris and my resistance evaporated and I didn't care what mum was doing. I closed my eyes and let him do what he wanted, I didn't care if mum saw, heard or even guessed. I heard the sound of his trouser zip, I felt dad on me and then his cock pushed inside me. He didn't pause he just pushed in and kept going until he filled me, the metal of his zip digging into my thigh.
"Oh shit dad," I whispered as he moved, his cock deep in then almost out, his clothes rubbing against me, distracting, my fanny pulsing, my clitoris throbbing, dad just shagging, harder, faster, deeper and then I felt his spurts deep within me.
"Oh," I gasped. I felt empty as my dad's cock withdrew, slipping out of my flooded fanny. I heard dad blow me a kiss and then he was gone. Why? Why had he risked everything? Why had he just done it without a by your leave from me? What had come over him? Why had I let him? Why had I enjoyed it so much?
After breakfast I had hurriedly blown mum a kiss, grabbed my bag and gone for the bus. College was all morning and I needed to concentrate; it was a subject I wasn't fully together with. I didn't want any distractions from mum, luckily dad had already left, so nothing to worry about there.
