This story is intended for adults only. It depicts sex between girls not yet of age. If this offends your sensibilities, I'm sorry, as that was not my aim. The author does not condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in the story, some of which may be illegal in sure jurisdictions. Indeed, the author utterly condoms any contour of actual ill-treatment, physical, sexual or psychological or emotional, to any person of any age. Names are from the authors resource, and any resemblance to actual events, or locales or individual, living or dead is entirely coinciding,

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office ONE
Hi I'm Kara, I'm 18 eld and four month old, and I live with my Mom and Dad. As 18-year-olds go, I'm happy enough, I'm cute, I mean, If I don't say it, who will ? I weigh about 92 pounds, and I'm a fourth-year at Sacred spunk Academy. I play soccer, eat and study, in that lodge. We live some ten miles from Town, so I usually ride the school bus to shoal. I like it out here in the rural area, tidy sum of trees. No, we don't live on a farm, that would mean getting up at 4 a.m. to milk the cows and muck out the kiosk -- Not for me Thank you.

We may as well get this over with now. I am cursed ! Why ? Because I have a pal, Sam, and what makes it a curse, is that he is older, wiser, stronger and even more of an ass than I am. Sojourner Truth be told, I do bed him, particularly when he's at swim drill, baseball game practice or hoops practice session. No really, we just like to out-do each other in put-downs.

I walk out to the kitchen, where Mom is still putting the dishes in the washer"sunrise Mom."I tell her. She looks at me."You have that curious feeling, I hope you're not smoking pot again."“ No, Sam was teaching me how to kiss."“ You know Mom, that guy is a true expert, if he wasn't so ugly, I could go for him !"“ Well, how long did this class last ?"she asks."Oh, maybe half 60 minutes, forty-five hour, I don't know."She give me a hug."you're growing up Kiddo."She smiles."Did he take in your panties wet ?"I grin sheepishly,"Yeah, but that was because he kept poking me, with his you know what."

Actually, I'm an outside someone, I like to run and snap, or just go traipsing around the in the Mrs. Henry Wood behind our star sign, set of deer back there, if you're hush. Lot's of ticks too. It's hush out here, just the squirrels, the birds and those noisy frogs over at the pond. A great station to loosen up, get over a normalize conniption or feelin sorry for yourself, whatever. We're not hermits, We do have some neighbour near us. OK, it's maybe a half knot down the road on both sides. But fortunately for me, I am not really a people person, you know ? I have my friends, but frankly, I enjoy being by myself, or just around Mom and Dad and what's-his-name.

Brian and Catlin, are my parents, my Dad and Mom, are the ripe parents I could possibly let. And really, my most dependable friends. I sort of have a swain, but it not very serious, I'm sorta not allowed to have a boyfriend. We're at that phase where he wants to get into my knickers, you know ?"No way guy !"Sometimes Clive can be a real jerk.

My Mom is a stay at menage lady friend, and I think we bonded conclusion year, or maybe eight twelvemonth ago, I forget. She is the cleverest soul I know. She has this wicked grinning, like she knows that I masturbate -- but golly, don't all youngster do that ? And how does she recognise any anyway ? It's not like I do it every night -- maybe every other nighttime. Mom and me are tight, we have no secrets !

Dad's a hand sawbones at Coventry County infirmary, and he's assuredness, I think he's one friend I can always trust, depend on, you know what I mean ? Daddy is, well, I think it's that he's not judgmental, always has my vertebral column. He trust me, treats me like I'm 19 years old, like an adult. Although He won't let me experience a car of my own, even though I can probably drive and parallel park best than he can ! Because Dad is a specialist, he has Thomas More free time than most MD's, so we get to spend much to a greater extent time together. Dad has a medical agency here at our house, but I think now that's just for exigency, more that anything, as he seldom uses it.

My life, my fun is association football, I love soccer. It's a summercater where no one is passed over because they aren't cute or popular ! We even have a heavy-set girl, Janet, who can give up that ball 60 ass one thousand ! Excuse my language, but you should see her do it. I play forward -- that means we're the one's that get to defecate nigh of the goal, and it give's me a chance to be really beggarly, and I get away with it ! It's fun to just to fly, run as fast as you possibly can, till your breast harm, you know ? I really need an mercantile establishment for all that Energy, sometimes, otherwise I'd just shriek -- sometimes I do anyway. It confuses the former team, and scares the bejabbers out of the rival player, who's supposed to be guarding me.

Tell you a secret, We all, well, most of us need a shower, after a game. Our school cascade is one of those goofy 1 that the spray heads are on a big center post, in the marrow of the cascade room, and we all just gather around in a circle. Well, there we are, naked, bumping into each other, and of form there's lots of giggling, fun and dirty jest, but know what ? I kinda get excited, seeing my team mates naked. I mean, sexually, I feel like masturbating while I watch them naked. God, I hope I'm not a lesbo.

Baron Clive, he's my boyfriend, we have sorta a rocky relationship. He like's me, I hate him ! But he's cute -- real cute. So I have, on occasions, let him feel my breasts, under my sweater but not under my bra, thank you ! Do you think he's felicitous with that ? No way, he just keeps whining,"Aw come on Kara, ingest it off, Please ?"Which totally turns me off. I was a motley fool to ever let him grope me the first time ! And now about everyone at school knows how far I let boys go. Give me a gaolbreak !

Now I know you're wondering, No, I've never been fucked ! Gee, I'm only eight teen, for god's sake ! Dad hates it when I use the F parole, tells me to find another discussion or just dumb show, but you can't pantomime on the phone ! That's way too practically effort for the F Word, even if I knew how. And I usually only use it on the phone ! God, it's, it's just a word, isn't it ? I'm not up tight, actually I'm probably better adjusted than lots of my Friend.

You know I think share of the intellect I don't have hang-ups, like sex, crapulence, smoking, drugs swearing, stealing and men, is because in our family we see each other au naturel pretty often, especially in the hot months, it's a heck of a lot more comfortable to just go plain minimum, you know, just a cut-off T, no bra, or even a shirt, feels great in the summertime. I think it gives you a lot of ego esteem, like you are really soul. I don't flaunt it, in fact very few of my Quaker know I'm a half-ass nudist, but Heck, I enjoy it !

We have a ignite pool, so you don't have a heart onslaught when you dive in, like you would in cold water ! Since we're in sorta a secluded fix, as long as we don't have ship's company, we just go bare ass. Only excitement I have in the pool, is when Sam and I wrestle for the bollock, or something, and all that body get hold of give Sam a strong on ! We all swim pretty a great deal every day. It's a large way to stay in shape ! We even have a guy that comes around once a week, takes care of the pool, does a great job. He does it in the morning, while I'm snoozing in my comfortable bed.

The four of us have a neat family relationship, Somehow, it seems that since we see each other naked so often, we have few arcanum -- we know each former adept ! I suppose we're more like a really special family, cause in our star sign we don't have a lot of pattern, other than to be clean and don ‘ t plectrum on Kara. My Mom, she is, well, I'd have to say that she is one happy someone, and gets off with our syndicate, she has so much fun !

I guess that's mighty important to her. She has a Orcinus orca organic structure, sort of a MILF --"Mom I'd Like to ass !"Sam is always telling her all the Guy say that's what she is, MILF. I like that, I think it's cute. She just grins and smacks him on the arm. I think she really considers it a compliment ! She swims lick every day, More than I do. Don't bonk how, but she can outlive me ! Sorta scary, isn ‘ t it ? Her breasts are on the small side, sorta of like mine, I'm just a 34-B. B for Barely.

This evening Dad's in a corking temper, so I screw up the courage him, asked if he thought my boob are too pocket-size ? Anyway, Dad thought and thought, then asks me,"What do you think, kiddo ?"Then he asks,"How old are you any way ?"“ fountainhead duh, Dad, what for did I ask ?"He laughs, and Tell me,"I recommend you let me massage your breasts for about 20 or 30 minutes, twice a day."Thanks a lot Dad ! Mom tries to hide that laughing sound coming from her direction. I only ask personal enquiry like that when Sam's not here, otherwise he gets all excited.

"OK, steady"says my Dad,"I'm not exactly an expert on teen-age breasts, but let's see."“ stall up Hon, and take off your T-shirt, will you ?"He keeps a unbent face as he asks,"Are any of your champion -- boys complaining ?"“ Any girls complain ?"I give him a bum spirit, but he continues as though he's enjoying this !

I strip my T off and Daddy looks at my breasts. Naturally Mom comes over to join in -- everybody's invited, of course. My Mom can be depended to stick up for me, after all, I am her pet ! Naturally, Mom says the required"deary, You have really nice, aphrodisiacal breasts."Dad sits down, and has me stand in front of him, up close of course.

"Sweetheart, I'm a doctor, and as your family line physical, I can assure you, that for a female child your age, your state of growth, and your breasts are perfectly normal."“ Remember, It's a lot like elevation, some kids grow faster, and in the same way, some little girl start breast development at different ages, but that is all rule, OK ?"“ OK Dad, thanks for sermon, but I think my breast sorta started developing, then sorta ran out of gas !"“ Maybe I just need reassuring, from pop, you know ?"“ I know Kara, went thru that myself !"We laugh and hugged and then I put my T back on. In instance I didn't William Tell you, we're from a prospicient line of reasoning of Huggers !"Don't you guys leave, tomorrow is Saturday, you have to take in me to soccer practice in the morning."

Most of the girls I know go in their bedroom and lock the room access when they masturbate. Don't have the foggiest idea why that's requirement ! At least you can pry pry that information out of girls, they admit it. At least most of us girls admit it, but just try and get a guy to accommodate he masturbates eight days a week, and he ‘ ll back away from you, like you're a vampire or something. Like it's a mortal sin, or a felony for God's saki ! Once, I asked one of the nun's at schooltime if masturbation was a deadly sin, but the good nun just told me to see her after class ! No thank you, heard that lecture already.

I don't know, at our family, yeah, we go into our bedchamber to masturbate, I guess, to the lowest degree I do, but we never bother to keep out the door, like Dad says, doing it is just pattern intimate behavior."What about Sam “, I ask,"He does it every morning in the shower ?"At that, of course Sam sneers,"How do you hump, Twerp, been watching me ?"“ Now kiddies"Dad intones,"That's OK if it makes him happy, isn't it ?"“ Do it myself, once in a neat while."Mom bursts out laughing.

When I first discovered sex, I think I was about seven yr old, and seeing Dad with an erection form of scared the turd outa me, Anyway, I thought Daddy had some frightful disease. Mom and Dad took me in on the bed with them, and Mommy and I played with his firmly penis, to order the verity, I think I prefer his phallus hard and potent, instead of soft and floppy. I sometimes go in their sleeping accommodation early in the morning, case I know Dad will be laying there sound asleep, with a beautiful erection. Dad has a decent penis, he's cut. But when it's hard, it form of curves up, like it's trying to point at his nose. It's Brobdingnagian, believe me ! Least compared to Sam. Maybe his big erecting scared my knocker, so they stopped growing ? About every morning, I stick my pass in Sam's room, just to check. He's cut, just like Dad is, And yeah, he's usually laying there asleep, all sprawled out, his hawkshaw sticking straight up !

Dad explained that when a guy wakes up with a full vesica, it presses on his prostate blah blah fustian. Personally I think he's having a really sexy aspiration ! But he denies that."It's just normal, Kara pet"Which is his favorite expression. I'm really sort of pleased When he calls me darling. I guess maybe because Dad's a Doctor of the Church, I get so lots advice, like"Wash yourself in the exhibitor, don't just stand there !, and"Don't talking with your mouth full Hon."You know, it's sort of a family gag, but most young lady my age have nipples, except maybe Julie Hecathorn, who is still. Her breasts are still little cones, with itsy-bitsy mammilla, like a ten-year old !

My Mom has pink nipples instead of actual obscure nipples -- she's says that because dada loves them so much. My nipples teat are lots expectant than hers, but only cause my nipples are big and puffy. Mom says Aunt Jean had puffy tit, and I probably inherited that trait from her. But then we've always referred to her as Crazy old aunt Jean ! God, I hope people never call me crazy old aunty Kara ! Truly, I think I have nice breasts, shaped sorta like if you slice an Malus pumila in half, that would be my boob, you know ? Well, maybe a sorta minuscule apple.

I forgot what I was talking about. Oh yeah, I think seeing Mom and Daddy naked a lot allows me to sorta be happy with myself -- my body I mean. I see a lot naked people at schooltime, little girl anyway, in the locker elbow room or in the showers. Big boobs, flyspeck dummy, but only one or two early girls with puffy pap ! I suppose my breasts are ticket just the way they are, maybe a lilliputian on the light weighting side. But for one thing, I hardly ever have to jade a bra, except to shoal. When I was a freshman, babe Clara took me aside, and said"Kara, We ‘ always wear bras'at Sacred Heart."Well that's ok, I think, as she drones on and on, as long as I can streak around the theater naked. I wonder if nun's masturbate ? I wonder if the Father McClain ever fucks them ? All of them ?

I talked to my Mom one nighttime, After Dad had already gone to bed. It was summertime, and we were both out in the hot tub, and as usual, we were spare ass. It's on the sundeck, so we don't have to interest about erythema solare, and in the evening, it ‘ s super nice. Anyhow, I told Mom I wanted to spill the beans to her about sex for a minute, you know, fucking. Mom asked me how I felt about it ? fountainhead Duh, Mom, it's on my nous form of all the time."I told her it ‘ s like pubic hair, the more you get the sexier your thoughts become. Mom smiles, and looks at me, she asks,"Kara, do you finger like you are quick to birth sexual sexual intercourse ?"I thought about it a minute, and told her"At school, Mom, I think a lot about relation, and my thanks is usually wet panty. Mom laughs at that"I suppose it ‘ s a good thing then, that they make you wear undies at school, isn't it ?"

"Actually Mom"I told her,"I feel I'm mature sufficiency, that I am ready to have sexual intercourse."“ I sorta wish to feel it, yet I don't want to get that involved, you know what I mean ?"“ I know perfectly well, Kara, I've been here done that."I laughed, and she joined in. Then she asks,"Do you have anyone special in nous dearest ?"“ Like maybe Clive ?"“ It seems you said he is concerned in you."“ No “, I replied,"Baron Clive of Plassey is a tot jerk-off, he's only is worry in me if I ‘ m bare ass naked !"“ That guy doesn't know if a young lady's vagina is in front man or back !"“ Oh my"coos Mom."Kara, you will cause to view your language, there's an adult present, and you know how she blushes."

"Mom, I want a man, someone experienced, not some bungling amateur."My virginity is a one shot slew, you know, and I would hate to desolate it on some fool boy !"“ All the eligible son I know, are way too juvenile."They are all too frigging immature, really, for me to even consider."“ I want a more experienced man, maybe like one who won a Au laurel wreath in fucking, at the Olympics !"Mom laughs,"Honey your Daddy is already taken, Sorry !"

"dearest, what in particular are you looking for in a boy, or man ?"“ wellspring, I want a man, one who knows his way around a missy's body, like how to give me one climax after another, maybe ten metre !"“ Just bang-bang-bang !"By now, Mom's nipples are hard, and helpfully, I point that out to her. She punches me, and says,"I think we should get your Daddy out here to proceed this conversation nice and neat !"I hit her on the arm. Thinking about that. Then we hug."You know Mom, that's not a bad approximation !"

Mom puts her hand on my arm, and William Tell me,"I think you're right, Kara, you are growing up, and those things will only become a lot more important to you, and that's the way it's supposed to be, so just enjoy it."It's your life."“ Tell you what, Honey, tomorrow let's ask your Daddy if we can get you scheduled for a pelvic test, and just may we should intend about putting you on the pill."“ She gives me that wicked smiling."Regulate your catamenia !"

The next first light, Mom says,"Brian, Kara and I were talking go night, and we both feel that maybe it time we scheduled her for a pelvic, and get her started on parturition control pills."Daddy looks at me and says,"How old are you now kiddo."“ Dad, I'm fourteen, don't you remember, I didn't get a car for my birthday."“ Someday, Kara, you'll be unplayful and it will scare the crap out of me !"“ Language, Daddy"I reminded him.

The next day was Sunday, and the clinic would not be occupy, so after breakfast, Dad and I drove down to the hospital."Nervous ?"he asks me."I ‘ m little scared, to tell the truth, I remember I had an exam when I was younger, cause I had started my time period, but I was a vernal lady friend then, and it didn't matter."“ Now it's sort dissimilar, you know what I mean ?"I guess he notices my hesitation, because he asks me,"beauty, do you want me to do the exam, or would you rather one of the interns do ?"Without indisposition, I give him a hug,"You do it, Daddy."

"dump !"says Daddy suddenly,"we forgot to fetch Sam along"I hit him on the arm -- hard. It took us about a one-half 60 minutes to aim down to his government agency. We walk over to GYN, and smell for an empty-bellied exam room. Dad asks Patty, one of the nurses,"right first light Pat, my daughter here want to get a pelvic, could you help ?"“ Of class Brian, 3 is empty."She smiles at me."I'm just here to help out, Kara, and even hold your hand if you want me to."I know patty pretty well, she's a nifty girl.

The two of us talk a bit."I understand you're going to get started on parentage control."“ Does that entail you have a special boy, already picked out, and you're going to submit that big jump rightfulness into his bed ?"I shook my head teacher and laughed."Golly I hope not, I don't think I'm quite ready for that just yet."She asked if I wanted a gown, I shook my psyche no."Why bother,"I laughed,"I may as well not be wearing it, right ?"and we laugh again, as she says,"You have a secure point there, Kara. I undressed and hopped up on the high examination tabular array. Patty took my blood insistency, and stuff like that.

A few minute of arc later, Dad came in."Are you decent ?"he calls out."Just the way you like me Daddy !"I answer. He puts one arm around my shoulder joint, and touching my breast, here, there and everywhere. As he feels for lumps, he asks,"Have you been doing your even breast exams, love"?"No glob or huffy muscae volitantes, no discharge from the mammilla ?"“ Nope"I say proudly,"I'm a skillful daughter, Daddy."Patty giggles.

He feels both my titty very carefully, including my mammilla, proclaims,"No problems here !"“ Let's lay back, Honey"he says, and I stretch out. He presses on my tummy, couple of places, and then listens to my heart. He always presses that stethoscope thingy on my skin so gently ! He looks over at Pat,"She feels sorta dumpy Pat, what should we do with her ?"“ I think she needs a circumcision Doctor !"Pat replies with a heterosexual face. Not to be out-done, I quip"How ?"“ As you can easily see, you already cut off my tool off, long time ago !"That gets a jest all around.

"cake, why don't you help Kara into the stirrups."Since I had a pelvic exam once before, I know all about that. It wasn't 60 second gear, before my peg were high in the air, and blanket apart."I'd lots rather be out there playing soccer,"I mumble. Daddy looks up from the chart."Just retrieve, Hon, it could be lot worse."“ How ? I say in my minuscule articulation, sorta afraid of a surprise."Well, we could have a class of Whitney Moore Young Jr. medical intern, in here to honour your exam."“ Hey, I think I'd like that !"“ Would they each have to assume a rubber…….glove ?"I ask. Pat shakes her caput."You're terrible, Kara."

END OF voice ONE

Next, Kara gets a practical education in sex .