Two Orphans

                          by Tempest

STANDARD DISCLAIMER: The material herein is fictional and is intended as ADULT entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. It contains themes of incest and underage sexual activities. If you are offended by (or it is illegal for you to read) sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further. All characters in the story are fictitious; any similarity to any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone nor endorse any of the activities described in this story.
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MF, Mf 15, Mg 11, ped, oral, con romantic.

Larry picks up a woman and spends the night in her bed. Little did he know it would change his life.

Word Count: 15,310

Published: August 19 2018



Chapter One

The ray of sunshine touched Larry Henderson's pillow and slowly moved across his face and onto the back of the head of the woman whose bed he was in. She was lying on her front; her long, light-brown hair was spread out across her pillow. The sheet was pushed down to her knees revealing a very nicely rounded ass. Larry tried to remember the events of the previous evening; they were a little hazy as he'd had maybe one cocktail too many. Then it came flooding back.

Larry had gone to a nightclub that a guy at the office had recommended. He remembered standing at the bar when a very attractive woman sidled up to him and gave him a well-used pick-up line. He didn't care, she was beautiful and if she wanted to take him home and fuck his brains out, who was he to deny her.

"I haven't seen you here before," she said.

"No, this is my first time," Larry replied.

"My name's Lisa, what's yours?" she asked.

"It's Larry," he replied.

She had light-brown hair that she wore in a ponytail tied with a red scrunchie. Larry guessed she was in her late twenties, petite but quite tall at five-six, with breasts that looked like nice handfuls. Her hips flared out from a slim waist and she had a classic hourglass figure.

Larry lay there trying to remember her name. "Was it Gina, or Nina? Lisa! That's it, her name's Lisa," he said to himself. All the while they slow danced, she pushed her body against his erection telling him she wanted to fuck him. And fuck him she did.

As soon as they got into her bedroom she was tugging his shirt out of his pants and unbuttoning it; all the while she was kicking her shoes off and unzipping her sheath dress. They were quickly naked and got on her bed; she wasted no time in going down on him.

"God you're hard," Lisa said as she stroked and sucked Larry's cock. As he squeezed her breasts, they were indeed a handful and then some, and she had the largest nipples he had seen on a woman outside of the Internet. She commented again on how hard he was as she guided the tip of his cock to the opening of her vagina.

"C'mon Larry fuck me," she said imploringly.

She was very wet, and Larry's cock was covered in her saliva from deep-throating him, so he slipped into her quite easily. Lisa was a sexual dynamo. At her urging, he fucked her doggy style, in the missionary position and her favorite–with her on top. In the space of an hour, she climaxed three times. The last time she was scrubbing her pussy back and forth like crazy as she chased her orgasm. As she came, Larry did too, spurting hard. She collapsed to his side; they were both covered in sweat from the intense workout.

As Larry slowly opened his eyes, he saw a pair of emerald-green eyes staring at him. They belonged to what he thought was a ten or eleven-year-old beautiful girl who was laying on the bottom of the bed with her head in her hands. He looked down and was horrified to see that his cock was lying on his stomach and it was semi-erect–fat and long. He quickly pulled the covers over him.

The young girl looked down at the used condom on the floor. For a brief moment he was thankful that he had remembered to wear protection, then the girl spoke.

"You had sex with my Mommy last night?" she asked innocently.

"I . . . I . . . I don't think that you should be asking me that. What's your name?"

"I'm Emmy, I'm eleven, and I know all about sex," she replied.

She sat up and he noticed that all she as wearing was a pair of white cotton panties that were covered with tiny hearts. He was surprised to see that she had breasts–well, not real breasts–more like large bumps under her nipples the size of half walnut shells. He thought they looked very sexy; his cock twitched under the sheet and Emmy smiled when she saw it move.

Just then another girl, older than Emmy, walked into the bedroom. She was a stunningly beautiful girl, around fifteen or sixteen, Larry guessed, with long light-brown hair that was hanging loosely over her back and shoulders. She was tall for her age, at about five foot seven or so. She had on a pair of pale-blue pajamas trimmed with dark-blue piping; the top was buttoned down the front and came to her hips. Larry could see the gentle swells of her breasts inside the satiny material. The pajama bottoms were a pair of matching shorts that hung loosely around her slim thighs.

"Emmy, you shouldn't be in here," she said. "And go cover up."

Larry lay there with a bladder that was about to burst listening to the back and forth banter between what he assumed were sisters. The older girl chastising Emmy for not having a top on, and Emmy insisting it was okay to be topless. All the while Larry wished Lisa would wake up. He couldn't wait any longer, so he quickly got out of bed and ran to the bathroom; he closed the door behind him.

After relieving himself, Larry took a quick shower and put on his briefs. He slowly opened the bathroom door and was relieved to see that the two girls had gone, but Lisa was still asleep. As he exited the bathroom, the smell of freshly brewing coffee assailed his nose. He looked at Lisa who had rolled over, and was now lying on her back; her breasts stood up from her chest, proud, firm. He figured she had set the coffee maker to come on automatically.

In the kitchen, the coffee maker had just finished brewing, so Larry opened a few cabinet doors until he found a coffee mug. After filling it, he turned around and was a little startled to see the older girl standing at the kitchen island sipping a glass of orange juice and studying him. She glanced down at the bulge in his briefs.

"Sorry," Larry said; he put his mug of coffee down on the granite counter, "I'll go and get dressed."

"That's okay," she replied, "not much bothers me anymore. Some of the men Mom's brought home were real creeps. I woke up one Saturday morning to find one guy in my bedroom–naked. He was just standing over me stroking his dick; I keep my door locked now."

"My name's Crystal," she said as she put her hand out.

"I'm Larry," he replied as he shook her hand.

Larry felt something as their hands met. He had never felt it before. It wasn't static electricity that sometimes causes a spark if the air is dry. He could see in her face that she had felt it too.

"I'm sorry about my sister Emmy, she can be a little precocious at times."

"That's okay. Your mother didn't mention that she had two daughters," he said. Thinking back to last night, it surprised Larry that she had two daughters since her pussy was so tight. Usually, women who had born children that he had fucked were nowhere near as tight as Lisa was.

"Well Larry," she said, "I must say you're a departure from the men she usually drags home on a Friday or Saturday night. Don't get me wrong, Mom's the best mother a girl could have, and I love her dearly. But she has . . . how can I put it . . . she has these needs. But I swear if she's not more selective with whom she brings home, the neighbors are gonna find us dead in our beds with our throats cut."

The more she spoke, the more impressed Larry was with Crystal. She seemed to be old beyond her years.

"Can I ask how old you are Crystal?"

"I'm fifteen, I'll be sixteen in two weeks."

"And you?" she asked.

"I'm twenty-six."

"Wow! You're a lot younger than the men she usually dates. Most are her age or older."

"And how old is your mom?"

"She's thirty-eight," she waved her arm in dismissal. "And, yes, I know what you're going to say; she doesn't look it."

"No, she doesn't. I figured she was in her late twenties."

They both stood there, Larry sipping his coffee and Crystal her orange juice. She looked at the bulge in his briefs again.

"Do you have a sock in your underwear or are you just well endowed?" she asked quite nonchalantly.

Larry had just swallowed a mouthful of coffee otherwise the counter would have been covered in it.

"No, I have a rare medical condition called Priapism," Larry replied as he regained his composure.

"Priap what?" she asked.

"Priapism, its when blood doesn't completely drain from my penis. It'll get back to normal in an hour or so."

"Is it painful?" she asked. There was a slight blush across the tops of her cheeks.

Hmm, she's not as cool as she makes out, Larry thought. "Not really," he said. "I had an erection last night after . . . well, you get the picture. But my erection this morning is my morning woody."

"Wow! how cool is that," she said. She finished her orange juice and put the glass in the dishwasher. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Larry. I have to go and take a shower and get dressed since I'm meeting my best friend at the mall at ten," she went back upstairs and disappeared into her bedroom.

A few minutes later Lisa came out of her bedroom wearing a silk dressing gown that draped sensuously over her breasts; her large nipples formed bumps in the material. She walked over and put her arms around Larry's neck and kissed him, pressing herself against his now growing cock.

"You always seem to be hard," she said as she put her hand between them and squeezed it.

Larry didn't say anything.

"Ah, I see Crystal's made a pot of coffee," she said as she got a mug out of the cupboard and filled it. "Crystal's my fifteen year old. She's a great kid, smart. You'll like her. I have an eleven-year-old as well; her name's Emmy. She's a good kid but can be a little precocious at times."

Larry didn't say that he had already met them both since he didn't want Lisa to know Emmy had seen his cock.

"I'm going to get dressed since I need to get going," Larry said as he put his empty coffee mug in the dishwasher.

"You need to go so soon?" she said, with a small pout on her lips.

"I'm afraid so."

"Can I see you again?" she asked.

"Perhaps," he replied, as he walked back to the bedroom.

Now dressed Larry went back into the kitchen where Lisa was finishing up her coffee.

"I need to get dressed," she said, "since I have to drop Crystal off at the mall."

"That's okay Lisa, I can take her since it's on my way home."

"Will you? That'll save me a trip."

Just then Crystal came bounding down the stairs. "Mom! you're not dressed, and I need to meet Emily in twenty minutes."

"That's okay honey, Larry's offered to drop you off."

Crystal looked at me and smiled. "Thanks, Larry."

Crystal was quiet as they drove to the mall as if she was deep in thought. Then after ten minutes, she spoke.

"Did you feel what I felt when we shook hands this morning?"

"Yes I did, and I've no idea what it was, but it felt really good."

"Yes it was," she replied. "You going to see Mom again?"

"I'm not sure."

"Was the sex good?"

"What kind of question is that, Crystal?"

"I just wanted to know. I'm not a virgin, but I didn't really enjoy it the times my boyfriend and I had sex. It seemed to be all about him, if you know what I mean."

"He sounds like a very selfish individual."

"Yeah, that's why I dumped him. So was sex with Mom good?"

"If you must know, yes it was."

"How many times did she cum?"

"Crystal!!"

"C'mon Larry, can't we have an adult conversation here."

"It's not good manners to talk about your sex partners. How would you feel if your ex-boyfriend told his buddies what it was like to have sex with you?"

"You're right, but when me and my boyfriend had sex I never climaxed. It worries me that maybe I'm frigid or something."

This conversation with a fifteen-year-old girl was exciting Larry and he already had a partial erection. He wondered what sex with such a young girl would be like. That did it, now he had a full erection and he knew it would take a couple of hours before it would go down.

"If you must know, you're mother had three orgasms."

"Three!! Jeez, Larry, you must be some kind of stud."

"No, it's not that. It's just that I can hold an erection for several hours without cumming."

"Gawd, I'd love to experience that."

"You're underage, Crystal. I don't want to end up on a sex offenders registry or, worse still, in jail."

"I'll be sixteen in a few weeks and that means I'll be legal in this state. You know you're closer in age to me than to Mom."

"That fact hadn't escaped me."

We stopped outside the mall entrance.

"Can I get your phone number?" Crystal said.

"Why do you need it?"

"I don't know. I like talking to you. I don't have any male relatives, in fact, I don't have any relatives at all. Mom was an orphan and my Dad died when I was very young, so the only males I have to talk to are boys, and they can't hold a conversation worth a damn."

She fished in her bag and pulled out a pen and a piece of paper. Larry gave her his phone number and she scribbled it down.

"Thanks a lot, Larry."

"You're welcome, Crystal."

She looked at him for a moment. "Can I get a kiss?" she said.

Larry leaned over; they kissed and it was probably one of the best kisses he'd ever had. Her lips were so soft and as they kissed she put her hand on the back of his neck. He got the same feeling when they shook hands in her kitchen.

"I felt that," she said. "I've no idea what it was, but it felt sorta weird but really nice."

She looked at him and smiled with her beautiful emerald-green eyes, and said, "Bye Larry," as she got out of the car. When she got to the mall entrance, she turned and blew him a kiss.


Chapter Two

Two weeks later on a Tuesday morning, Larry got a frantic phone call from Crystal. It was difficult understanding everything she was saying, since she was sobbing. What he did understand is that something had happened to her mother and Crystal was asking if he could come 'round to her house. When Larry got there she opened the door, flung her arms around his neck and sobbed into his shoulder.

"What's happened, Crystal?"

She finally stopped crying. "It's Mom," she said. "She went out Friday night as usual, but when I came downstairs the next morning her bedroom door was wide open; she never did that, and the bed had not been slept in. At first, I thought that she'd gone home with her date for the night. She sometimes does that, but she always calls and lets me know. But as the day wore on and I hadn't heard from her, I started to get worried. I tried calling her, but all I got was a message saying either the phone was turned off or it was no longer in service."

"Did you call the police?"

"Yes I did, and they said that they couldn't do anything until she'd gone missing for forty-eight hours. So when I hadn't heard from her by Monday morning, I called them again. They said they would look into it and put out a missing person alert. I don't know what to do, Larry. You were the only person I could call."

"That's okay Crystal, I'm here for you as well as Emmy. Where is she, by the way?"

"She's at school. I should be as well, but I called the principal, and he told me to take as much time off as I needed. Thanks for being here for me."

"You're welcome, honey."

Larry stayed with Crystal all day long and they watched the local evening news. Ten minutes in there was a piece on Lisa. They showed a photo of her and asked for people to call a hotline if anyone had seen her.

That evening Crystal asked if Larry would stay the night, since she didn't want to be alone. Crystal had told her sister Emmy what was going on. Larry could see in Emmy's emerald-green eyes that she didn't fully comprehend what was happening but was worried for her mother, nonetheless.

Larry was just dropping off to sleep in one of the guest bedrooms when he heard the bedroom door open.

"Can I sleep with you, Larry?"

Larry was apprehensive, to say the least. The thought of having a beautiful young girl in his bed was already causing blood to flow south.

"Sure you can, Crystal," Larry replied as he pulled the covers back. She got into bed and he could see by the night light that she was wearing a pair of pajamas—the same ones she had on last Saturday morning. She lay beside him on her side and snuggled into him. Larry was wearing only his briefs and started to get an erection that she felt pushing against her butt.

"Sorry about that," Larry said as he started to turn over. "I've no control over it when such an attractive young woman is in bed with me."

"That's okay Larry, and you don't have to turn over. I kinda like it. Good night and thanks for being there for Emmy and me."

The night was long since Larry didn't get much sleep. She slept fitfully and tossed and turned all night. After two hours without her butt pressing against his cock, his erection finally waned.


Chapter Three

Larry was awake before Crystal the next morning. After relieving his bladder, he showered and got dressed. Crystal had pushed the covers down during the night, and he admired her long slender legs. Her pajama top had somehow got pushed up exposing the bottoms of her breasts. He watched as they rose and fell with her breathing. He left the bedroom before his erection could make itself known again.

When Crystal came downstairs half an hour later, Larry was sat at the kitchen island sipping a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Her hair was tousled and she yawned and stretched as she walked over to him. She put her arms around his neck and kissed his lips.

"Thanks," she said.

"Thanks for what?" he replied.

"For not taking advantage of me last night."

"It wasn't the right time," he replied leaving the promise hanging there.

She poured herself a glass of orange juice, dropped the carton back into the door bin, and came and sat beside him.

"How you holding up?" Larry asked.

"Okay, I guess. I don't think I slept well."

"No, you tossed and turned all night."

"Sorry if I kept you awake."

"That's okay."

Just then the doorbell chimed. "I should get it while you put some clothes on. It wouldn't do for whoever it is to see you in your pajamas with me. They might get the wrong idea."

"Yeah, good idea," Crystal said as she went back upstairs.

Larry answered the door and saw two sheriff's deputies standing there—a male and a female. Larry got a bad feeling in his gut.

"Good morning, officers," he said.

"And you are . . ?" the male officer whose badge said his name was Tony Carr.

"I'm a friend of the family," Larry replied and put out his hand, "the name's Larry Henderson, officer Carr."

He shook Larry's hand. "This is deputy Marsha Evans," he said as he nodded toward the female officer.

"Is Miss Simmons in?"

"Yes, she's getting dressed. Please come in."

Larry stepped aside and they walked into the living room as Crystal started to run down the stairs. She stopped as she saw the two deputies. The look on her face turned to one of horror as she realized what they were here for. She slowly walked downstairs and stood beside Larry.

"Miss Simmons, would you care to sit down," deputy Evans said.

"Oh no, please don't tell me," Crystal said as she hung onto Larry's arm.

"We're sorry to say that we found the body of your mother early this morning," deputy Evans said.

Larry managed to grab Crystal around her waist before she collapsed. He picked her up and laid her on the sofa. She was out cold.

"What happened?" Larry asked thinking it was better if Crystal didn't hear the details right after learning that her mother was dead.

"I'm not sure I can tell you all the details since you're not a family member," deputy Carr said. "And we still don't have a suspect who would be the only person to know the details of her death. You know how it is. In cases like this, the weirdos come out of the woodwork claiming they did it."

"Look, deputy Carr, Crystal has no living relatives. Do you think it's going to be a good thing to dump all the details on a fifteen-year-old who's just lost her mother."

"May I ask how you're a family friend?" deputy Evans asked.

"I'm—well was a friend of her mother's." Was all Larry said since he didn't want to go into the details of his one-night stand. That wouldn't look too good for him.

"Oh, I see," she said. It was apparent she wasn't satisfied with the curt reply to her question.

Just then Crystal started to come around. She sat up and began sobbing uncontrollably. Larry put his arm around her shoulders trying to comfort her.

"What happened to my Mom?" Crystal asked after she stopped crying.

"Do you want Mr. Henderson to stay, Miss Simmons?"

She put her hand on Larry's in her lap. "Of course I do. He's the only male friend I have."

Deputy Carr was obviously not happy that Larry was allowed to stay. Larry wondered if they thought he might be a suspect.

"Well," she said, "your mother was found by the side of a little-used gravel road at two o'clock this morning by a couple who were . . . well, I needn't go into that. It appeared that she had been strangled. We won't have any more details until after the ME has performed an autopsy. We're almost a hundred percent sure it's your mother from the photograph you provided, but we need you to come by the morgue today to make a formal identification."

"Do I have to?" Crystal said.

"Are you her only living relative?"

"Well I have a little sister, and so I guess we are."

"In that case, you do. Sorry."

"I'll bring her by this afternoon around one, if that's okay," Larry offered.

"That'll be fine Mr. Henderson." The two deputies left.

As the front door closed, Emmy came downstairs, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"What's going on Crystal?" she asked.

Crystal walked over and knelt in front of her sister, put her arms around her and told her what had happened. At first, nothing registered.

"Mommy's dead?" she said in disbelief.

"Yes, Emmy, Mom's with the angels in heaven," Crystal replied.

Tears welled up in Emmy's eyes, and she started to sob. Crystal held her shaking body.

After Emmy had stopped crying, Crystal put her arms around Larry's chest. "What are we going to do Larry, We've got no one?"

"Yes you do Crystal, you've got me. I'll take care of you both."

"But you don't want a fifteen-year-old and an eleven-year-old to take care of; I mean you've got a job. How am I going to get to school? I catch the bus from here, but I can't stay here by myself."

"I own my own company that almost runs itself, so I have a lot of free time, and I can get you and Emmy to and from school each day. I can get you a car when you've turned sixteen and can take your drivers test. I assume you've completed drivers ed okay."

"Yes, I have. Where do you live?"

"I live in Waterford Estates, it's just outside town."

"Wow! Mom told me about that development, said they were very expensive places. So do I have to sell this house?"

"I'll get my attorney to look into it since it's in your mother's name and until her estate is sorted out and you're eighteen it'll have to be rented. You okay with that?"

"Yeah, I'm not sure I could live here anymore," Crystal said. "How about you Emmy?" Emmy just shook her head

"Okay, then why don't you go and pack all of you're clothes and personal effects, and after we've been to the morgue you can come and live with me."

"We can't thank you enough, Larry," Crystal said. "I mean you've only just met us and all."


Chapter Four

The verification at the morgue was harrowing for Crystal, to say the least. Larry didn't think she had any more tears to shed. When they got to his house, he put the girls' suitcases in two of the guest rooms. Larry followed Crystal and Emmy wandering around the nearly 12,000 square foot, three-story residence; they were oohing, and aahing as they looked at the opulence. They both gasped as they took the elevator to the basement and saw the indoor swimming pool. More gasps as they saw the home movie theater.

"You have two swimming pools!" Crystal said as they all walked out onto the terrace that shared space with the pool deck. "I noticed a door off the kitchen that had a sign on it that said, STAFF. Do other people live here?" Crystal asked.

"Yes, I have a chef and a housekeeper. If I'm not here and you need something then just ask any of them. Can I make a suggestion Crystal?"

"Of course Larry."

"I know a young woman's sixteenth birthday is a big milestone, and yours is in seven days. But with your mother's funeral coming up I think it will be better if we postpone your party for a few weeks. You and I and Emmy can have a quiet dinner to celebrate."

"Ohh Larry, that's so sweet and thoughtful of you. Thank you."

"By the way, no intimate touching and kissing when any of the staff are around. I've already told them that you are my brother's daughters and that he and his wife were killed in a car accident, so you've come to live with me.

Chef only cooks dinner; he leaves lunches in the fridge—including your's and Emmy's school lunches. The housekeeper cleans, makes the beds, and does laundry in the afternoons. So make absolutely sure, your bed looks like it was slept in if you spend the night with me. Tell Emmy these rules, okay?"

"Okay, Larry will do."

********

The funeral was a very somber affair, and as Crystal and Emmy had no family, it was just the two girls, Larry and three of Crystal's school friends and their parents. Afterward, he took all of them out to dinner. Larry got grilled by a couple of the mothers as to what his role was in all of this. But they all seemed satisfied when he told them that he had known Crystal's and Emmy's mother for almost two years, and since the two girls had no relatives, Larry felt it was his duty to look after them until they turned eighteen.

********

That evening at ten o'clock, Larry set the security system, turned off the lights and went to his master suite where he found Crystal and Emmy fast asleep in his California king-sized bed facing away from the door. Emmy was hugging her sister's back.

The covers were pushed down, and he could see that Crystal had on two-piece pajamas in a dark-green satin-like material. Emmy had on a white cotton nightie with characters from the movie Frozen on it. It had scrunched up, and he could see her compact bottom hugged by a pair of plain white cotton panties. His cock twitched as he saw the outline of Emmy's plump pussy in the gusset with its tight slit looking like a small peach between her slim thighs.

Larry went to the bathroom where he did his ablutions. Back in the bedroom, he climbed into bed with his back to the girls and struggled with his erection before finally dropping off to sleep.


Chapter Five

Larry awoke at dawn the next morning. He was lying on his back, and Emmy was now on his left side with one slim leg over his thigh; she was snuggled up to his side with her head on his chest. Crystal was doing the same thing on his right side except that her hand was lying on top of his erection. Both girls were still fast asleep—dog tired since the funeral of their mother had taken an emotional as well as a physical toll on them.

Larry wondered if this would become a sleeping pattern. He had to admit, it was so lovely to have the girls in bed with him—their aroma alone was intoxicating. But he worried about his erections. What would Emmy think? She had already seen his semi-erect cock. And how would Crystal react? She had already come on to him a little. Would Emmy become jealous if he let Crystal sleep in his bed on occasions since he found himself attracted to her.

It seemed a little perverse in a way. He had fucked Crystal's mother and now he was having lustful thoughts toward her daughter. Larry tried to extricate himself from Emmy, but it only served to make her snuggle closer. Same with Crystal and now her hand wasn't just resting on his cock, she was now squeezing it. He looked over at her, and a pair of emerald-green eyes stared back at him.

"Morning Larry," she whispered; she gave his cock an extra firm squeeze.

"You shouldn't be in my bed let alone squeezing my cock," he whispered back. "Neither should Emmy be here," he added.

"Don't you like me squeezing your cock?"

"Of course it feels good, but you shouldn't be doing it."

"I know I shouldn't, but don't you do things sometimes that you shouldn't?"

"Yeah, but I wouldn't go to jail because of them."

"I'm not going to say anything. Whaddya think would happen to Emmy and me if you went to jail? Foster homes!"

"But I'm worried about Emmy. She might blurt something out at school one day."

"Don't worry about Emmy, she's a smart girl. I'll talk to her."

"But we can't do anything in front of her, Crystal," he said.

Larry didn't know where that came from. It was as if it was his inner self, his secret-self, talking. The thought of having sex with a fifteen-year-old girl excited him. It was so very wrong, so illicit, but it thrilled him causing his cock to twitch. Crystal felt it, and it made her pussy throb with excitement at the thought of sex with a handsome and sexy guy.

"I've got the rest of the week off school and Emmy goes back today." Crystal said with a twinkle in her emerald-green eyes.

********

At seven forty-five Larry dropped Emmy off at her school. She gave him a quick kiss on his cheek before getting out of the car.

"See you at three-thirty," she said before closing the door.

Back at Larry's house, he didn't see Crystal out by the pool or in the great room. He found her lying on his bed naked. Larry had no idea what to expect a fifteen-year-old girl's body to look like, having no frame of reference. Crystal was slender, her hips had developed nicely, and she had a classic hourglass figure, albeit a slim one. The twin swells of her breasts standing up off her chest spaced far apart looked firm and full. When she finished developing she was going to be a stunner.

It was apparent she was aroused since there was a slight reddening across the top of her chest and her neck. Her areolas were a dark pink and were covered in what looked like tiny goosebumps. Her nipples looked large for her breasts–just like her late mother's.

Crystal lay there with one knee bent; her mons was a broad fleshy pad with just a smattering of light brown hair; her labia were smooth and bald. She was moving her knee from side to side, causing the slit in her pussy to open and close, labia engorged with blood parted revealing bright, pink, moist inner lips and a largish clit that she was coaxing out of its hood with her finger.

"I see you started without me," Larry said.

"I was so horny after this morning, I couldn't wait," she replied.

The fact that she had buried her mother not eighteen hours before and was now lying naked on Larry's bed surprised him somewhat. But maybe it was her way of coping he mused.

Larry quickly shed his clothes and Crystal had to catch her breath as she saw his cock for the first time. It sprang free of his briefs, fat and hard, with its foreskin drawn back, exposing the bulbous, purple-rimmed head. He glanced at her, and her mouth was open. Crystal was getting second thoughts since Larry's cock was bigger than her boyfriend Jason's. She wondered if she could stretch enough to accommodate him. It wasn't so much his length, it was its girth.

"God Crystal, you've got an incredible body," Larry said as he admired her form.

"Don't you think my tits are too small?" she replied.

Larry got on the bed beside and cupped each petite breast in turn. They were the size of half lemons—more than a palmful but less than a handful. He leaned in and kissed around her areolas and sucked on her nipples.

"Heavens no. They're just perfect; perfect perky tits."

She giggled causing her breasts to jiggle slightly. Larry continued ministering to Crystal's breasts; she was running her fingers through his sandy-colored hair as he slipped his hand across her flat tummy and found the sparse patch of hair on her prominent mons. She opened her legs. He cupped her vulva and pressed his middle finger into her tight cleft. Her plump labia oozed aside hugging his finger.

Crystal's cleft was hot and wet. Larry moved his finger down unit its tip was at the entrance to her sex tunnel. Her head was lying on his shoulder, and she was starting to breathe hard as he curled his finger and entered her. A loud gasp escaped her lips as he pushed his finger up to the second knuckle. Her pussy was slick and moist but hugged his finger in a tight sensual embrace.

Larry withdrew his finger and headed north to find her clit which she had been rubbing when he entered the bedroom. It didn't need much searching since it was large and out of its hood. Crystal was panting and moaning now as he rubbed and pressed her nubbin. As he nipped her nipple between his lips, it took her over the top.

"Oh-m'God, oh-m'God, oh-m'God," she cried as she climaxed.

Larry held her firm buttocks in his hands as she jerked and shook. The moans emanating from her mouth filled the room together with the swishing as he finger fucked his fifteen-year-old lover. She slowly calmed; only the occasional jerk of her leg or her butt, like the dying embers of her hot orgasm, remained. They too soon disappeared, and she let go of the fistfuls of his hair.

"God, Larry, that was amazing. You sure know how to please a girl. All my boyfriend did was to feel me up for about ten seconds then put his dick inside me. I don't think he'd even heard of the word foreplay."

"From my experience as a boy myself at your age, all I wanted to do was to see a girl's tits and get my hand inside her panties."

Larry got up and sat on his heels between Crystal's legs. She reached down and took hold of his cock with her thumb and forefinger; she guided it to the opening of her vagina. Larry could feel her body tremble.

"You nervous?" he asked.

"A little. Although I'm not a virgin and I've had sex with my boyfriend maybe half a dozen times, you're bigger than him."

"Just try and relax and stop me if it hurts too much."

Larry grasped the shaft of his cock and swiped it up and down her wet cleft, oozing her plump labia aside with its head. He stopped with the head at the entrance to her vagina. He moved his cockhead in small circles around her opening, dilating it. Crystal caught her breath as he pushed into her. She was tight, but with her copious amount of creamy secretions and his precum, he pushed all the way inside her until be bumped her end. That caused another gasp.

"That wasn't too bad at all," she said.

"I'm glad," he replied.

As he started stroking in and out of her, she said, "You can cum inside me since I have an IUD fitted so I can't get pregnant. Mom took me to the doctor when I told her I wanted to have sex with my boyfriend."

"Thanks, Crystal, I was concerned about that."

Larry had the palm of his right hand resting on her fleshy mons rubbing her clit with the pad of his thumb while fucking her. She was moaning and occasionally snorted as she inhaled quickly when he bumped her rubbery cervix.

"Oh yes, yes, yes, oh God yes," she cried as he stroked in and out of her pussy.

Larry could feel her body shuddering and jerking as she neared her orgasm.

"That's it, right there; oh gawd this feels so fucking good," she cried as she climaxed. He felt her vagina clench his cock as her orgasm consumed her. Her legs were jerking as was her butt, and he could feel her tummy fluttering. All of a sudden she grabbed his arms and pulled him down on top of her; he felt her firm breasts squashed against his chest. Her arms were around his neck, and she was kissing him hard. Crystal moaned into his mouth as they both kissed. Then he felt his cock swell, and a thick rope of cum jetted into her womb.

"I felt that," she murmured into his mouth as a second and then a third and fourth rope flooded her with his teeming fluid. Finally, he was spent; he lay on top of her panting hard as was she. They both slowly came down from their orgasmic highs. Larry rolled to her side; his cock slipped out of her vagina.

They lay beside each other in a post-orgasmic state; Crystal had her leg over his; he could feel his cum leaking out, coating his thigh. He was glad he had the presence of mind to put a bath towel under her otherwise they would be changing the bedclothes. She had his hard cock in her hand and was gently stroking it.

Crystal was deep in thought.

"Penny for them," Larry said at last.

"What?"

"Penny for your thoughts—it's a saying."

"Oh, yes. I was just thinking, I'm glad. Mom met you; otherwise, I don't know what would have happened to Emmy and me. And I hope you don't think bad of me for wanting sex when we'd just buried Mom."

"No, I don't think bad of you, Crystal. I could never do that."

"I think it's just my way of coping with it. What do you think would have happened to us?"

"Foster care more than likely," Larry surmised.

Crystal shuddered as she said, "That doesn't bear thinking about. There's a girl in my class who's in foster care, and she's told me horror stories."

"How come."

"Sandra's with a good family now, but she told me that Children's Services had to take her out of the last home; the husband tried to do things with her. He first tried offering her things like a new iPhone if she'd let him fondle her. When that didn't work, he would come in her room after she'd gone to bed and expose himself to her. She was too terrified to say anything. It wasn't until his wife walked in on him one night and saw him trying to pull Sandra's panties off."

"That's horrible," Larry said. "You don't have to worry about Emmy, she's safe here. I wouldn't think of trying to do anything with her."

"It might be a case of the shoe's on the other foot."

"What do you mean, Crystal?"

"Ever since she saw you naked in bed that first morning, she's talked to me about nothing else. I think she has a big crush on you."

"But she's only eleven years old, Crystal."

"You don't know much about young girls do you, Larry?"

"No, I don't. I don't have any nieces."

"Do you remember when you entered puberty? Do you remember the raging hormones?"

"Of course I do, but Emmy's a girl."

"Larry! Hormones are the same for girls as well as boys."

"They are?"

"What planet have you been living on. Oh yes, they're the same and can even be more intense. When a girl starts to grow breasts and men and boys start looking at her, the feeling is incredible. Emmy's seen a man's dick for the first time—an erect dick. She's old enough to know what that means."

"But that was just my morning woody."

"She doesn't know that. She thinks she caused you to have an erection."

"So what do I do, if she says anything? I don't want to get into trouble, but I also don't want to hurt her feelings."

"Emmy will no doubt come on to you in one way or another. Just be gentle with her and don't reject her out of hand. She's too young for intercourse, but there are other ways the two of you can play. Don't forget Larry, she's never lived in a house with an adult male around."

Crystal giggled.

"What?" Larry said.

"Emmy said she wondered what it would be like to suck your dick."

Larry didn't respond to that last comment; he leaned over and kissed Crystal and said, "Thanks Crystal, you're a good friend and a great lover."

********

At two o'clock the doorbell rang. Crystal was out by the pool reading a book. Larry opened the front door and, stood there was what appeared to be a detective since he had a badge clipped to his belt and a weapon on his hip.

"Good afternoon," Larry said. "How can I help you?"

"I'm Tony Mays, and I'm the detective assigned to the murder of Mrs. Simmons. May I come in, I have a few questions to ask you?"

"Sure," Larry said and stepped aside.

Larry escorted him to the great room. "Please sit down," he said.

Crystal saw the tall man with Larry, so she put on a robe and came in from the terrace. "What's going on?" she said; she looked at the man and then at Larry; she had a quizzical expression on her face.

"I think I'd rather speak with you in private, Mr. Henderson."

"Crystal and I have no secrets detective," Larry said. "This is Crystal Simmons, the eldest daughter of the late Mrs. Simmons. Crystal, this is detective Mays, and he's been assigned to your mother's case."

Tony Mays sighed and said, "As you will. We have been doing some investigations on Mrs. Simmons' murder, and we interviewed staff at several bars in the area where Mrs. Simmons' body was found. One bartender told us that he saw you and Mrs. Simmons the Friday before her murder and it appeared as if the two of you had just met. Care to explain?"

Larry was glad that his years of negotiating deals for his company had given him a poker face.

"I'm sorry," he said to buy a few seconds of time to think, "could you repeat that and which bar was it?"

"The bartender at the Rose and Thistle said it looked like Mrs. Simmons picked you up and that it appeared as if you didn't know her."

"Oh, The Rose and Thistle. Yes, I remember that. You see, Lisa liked role-playing, and that evening she said she wanted to pick me up—you know, act a little slutty. It was just harmless fun. We'd done it a few times before; I would wait in the car for about fifteen minutes then go inside and sit next to her and start a conversation."

Tony Mays didn't say anything. "You told Deputy Carr that you were a family friend," he said. "Are you now saying you were in a relationship with her?"

"I didn't think my relationship with Lisa was any concern of the deputy," Larry replied. "I get the impression from this conversation that you consider me a possible subject in Lisa's murder. Is that correct?"

"That's ridiculous," Crystal said indignantly. Larry put his hand on her arm.

"It's okay Crystal, the detective is just doing his job."

"We don't rule anyone out until we've solved the case."

"Miss Simmons. How long has Mr. Henderson known your mother?" Tony Mays asked.

Without so much as a hesitation, Crystal said, "Almost two years. Why?"

"Just checking. Did your mother say where she was going that Friday evening?"

"She didn't say, but she sometimes meets a girlfriend for a drink. I gave the deputies a list of her girlfriends."

"Yes, thank you. We checked, and she was not going to meet any of them. Can you tell me of your whereabouts that Friday evening between say, six o'clock and one o'clock the next morning, Mr. Henderson?"

"Yes detective, I was here at home from four thirty in the afternoon until ten o'clock the next day."

"Is there anyone who can verify that?"

"Sorry, no." I hoped he hadn't checked to see if Larry had any live-in staff.

"I see. Well, thank you for your time, Mr. Henderson. If I have any further question is it okay to contact you?"

Larry resisted the temptation to tell the detective to contact his attorney but lawyering up always raised a red flag.

"That's perfectly okay," Larry replied.

"They think you're a suspect!" Crystal said after the detective had left.

"I wasn't surprised since members of the deceased family and close friends and particularly lovers are usually investigated as potential suspects. Thanks for the quick 'almost two years now' reply."

"Well, I did hear you did tell my friends' parents how long you'd known Mom."

Larry kissed her on her lips and said, "You are one very remarkable young woman Crystal, tomorrow we're going shopping for your sixteenth birthday present."

That night, the girls were in Larry's bed again. He decided to leave it until the weekend to lay down some house rules.


Chapter Six

The next morning, Larry managed to extricate himself from Emmy's embrace and headed to the bathroom. He showered and got dressed. After making breakfast for the three of them, he drove Emmy to school. Before getting out of the car she asked for a kiss, so Larry kissed her on her cheek.

"No Larry, I want a real kiss, like grownups kiss," she said indignantly.

Larry thought her so darned cute when she acted like that. He put his thumb and finger on her chin, turned her face up to his, and kissed her soft full lips for a good ten seconds. He could feel her small body tremble. When he broke the kiss, she had her eyes closed.

"Mmmm, that was nice," she said. "We must do that more often."

"I'd like that Emmy," Larry said.

Her eyes lit up, and she smiled. "You would?"

"Uh-huh, I love kissing you."

With that, she got out of the car, waved, and bounded off.

********

Today, Friday, was the last day that Crystal had off school. She intended to make the most of it since she had gotten back into bed before Larry got back. Larry didn't see her in the kitchen, the great room, or the terrace. He smiled as he walked toward the master suite; Crystal was once again lying on his bed naked. Larry quickly got out of his clothes and lay down beside her.

"Can I suck your dick this morning?" she asked matter-of-factly. "I've done it with a few boys, and to be honest, boys are not very hygienic, as you probably know. I just sucked them for a few seconds so they could feel like they'd had a blowjob, and then jacked them off. I want to know what it feels like to really go down on a guy, and taste his cum."

Larry was beside himself he was so ecstatic. "I'd love for you to go down on me Crystal, and I'm meticulous about personal hygiene. I remember when I was a boy, a clean cock was low on my priority list."

He lay back with his head on two pillows and watched as Crystal grasped the shaft of his cock and lowered her mouth over its end. He watched as her cheeks indented as she began to suck him, and stroke his shaft with her fist wrapped around it. She was good—not the best blowjob he'd ever had, but for a sixteen-year-old girl with limited experience, very good.

Larry gave her tips, such as rotating her fist as she stroked his shaft, and licking the whole length of his shaft. The thing that gave him the most pleasure was when she licked and sucked his frenulum. He instructed her to hold his ball sack in one hand while she sucked and stroked his cock.

After five minutes she had got the hang of the nuances of fellatio, and Larry was receiving one of the best blowjobs he had ever received. He had been teetering on the edge of his orgasm for the last minute and had stopped Crystal a few times to let his ardor subside since he was enjoying it so much. Now he was ready to cum, and he hoped she was ready.

"Gonna cum baby," he said. He felt his cock swell and pulse as did she. The first thick rope of cum that he spurted caught her off guard so to speak, and she choked as she tried to swallow. The next rope hit the back of her mouth and came down her nose. Crystal finally pulled her mouth off his cock, and the rest of his cum hit her in the chin and her neck. She coughed and began to scoop his cum off her chin and neck and lick it off her fingers. She didn't get it all since her neck, and chin glistened with a thin film of Larry's semen.

She laughed at her predicament. "Sorry Larry, that was the first time and it sort of caught me by surprise."

"That's okay Crystal. If it's any consolation that was one of the best blowjobs I've ever had."

Her eyes lit up, and she smiled with her cum coated lips. "It was!?"

"Yes, honey, it was. What did you think? Would you do it again?"

"God yes! I loved the taste of your cum. I just need practice so that I don't waste any. I need lots and lots and lots of practice."

Larry chuckled. "I think I can live with that."

She got off the bed went to the bathroom and cleaned up. When she came back, she saw that he was still as hard as a rock.

"It still amazes me that you are still hard after just cumming," she said.

"You wanna fuck?" Larry asked with a smile on his face.

"Can we?" she replied.

"Sure we can. I may not cum much though. You wanna do it doggie style?"

"Yeah, that sounds like fun," Crystal replied, and got on all fours with her forearms on the mattress, and her butt in the air.

Larry knelt behind her, and place his hands on her hips. The cleft between her firm buttocks was open, and he could see her anus with its darker pink sphincter. It seemed as if it was winking at him since it opened and closed. Below was the luscious peach of her pussy with its tight slit—only her thin inner labia showing and the dark opening to her vagina.

He grasped the shaft of his cock and swiped it up and down her cleft. She was very wet, no doubt from giving him head a few minutes before, so he positioned the head at her opening and pushed. Larry felt her vagina dilate as he pushed inside her; her inner labia were inverted and pulled inside. He heard her catch her breath as she felt the girth of his cock stretch her vagina and fill her up.

Crystal loved to feel Larry's cock stretch and fill her. She felt herself slowly falling for him, and she could now see herself with him for the rest of her life. She wondered if he felt the same about her—she hoped he did.

Larry was now entirely buried inside Crystal's hot, tight wet vagina and he loved it. He'd had sex with around ten women, and none of them excited him as much as Crystal did. He had thought about it and wondered if it was her youth, but quickly discounted it. It was a certain something; the French put it so eloquently—a je ne sais quoi. He was confident they connected on a fundamental level, and those feelings he experienced as they shook hands for the first time confirmed it.

Crystal was actively fucking Larry since she met his inward thrusts by pushing her butt against him. Soon the room was filled with a squishing sound of his cock thrusting into her pussy, and a smacking sound as his ball sack hit her pussy. She had her hand between her legs diddling her clit. She was close to her orgasm, and the next time he thrust into her, she came, and she came hard.

"Oh my God," she cried. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Her orgasm hit her like a freight train. She dropped to the bed with her hand still between her legs rubbing her clit like crazy, milking her orgasm for all it was worth. Larry was still thrusting in and out of her pussy that was now pulsing. He stopped and enjoyed the sensation of having his cock squeezed and relaxed, squeezed and relaxed.

After a minute or so, Crystal came down from her orgasmic high and stopped shaking. Larry withdrew and lay beside her.

"God that was good," she said.

They lay side by side until nine o'clock.

"Okay sweetheart, time to go shopping for your birthday present," Larry said.


Chapter Seven

Larry drove onto the Ford dealers lot and parked in a visitor spot.

"Why are we here?" Crystal asked.

"Because I'm buying you a new car for your birthday," Larry replied.

"Really!?"

"Yes, really. I thought we'd start here and then go to the other dealers. Then we can have lunch, and you decide which one you want."

"A brand new car! Wow! I can't thank you enough, Larry."

"Being my lover is thanks enough," he said.

It took three hours to tour all of the dealers. Some they didn't even get out of their car since Crystal said she didn't like that brand. Over lunch, Crystal decided she liked the Ford Focus, so they returned to the Ford dealer, and Larry negotiated a good deal. Crystal had already passed her drivers test, so she got to drive her new car home.

Later that day, Larry sat in the passenger seat as Crystal drove to Emmy's school, and waited outside. Emmy's eyes lit up as she saw her sister in the driver's seat of a brand new car.

"Is this yours?" Emmy asked as she got in the back seat.

"Yep, it's my birthday present from Larry."

"And you shall have one too when you turn sixteen Emmy," Larry said, staving off any potential jealousy. He would come to find out later that Emmy didn't have a jealous bone in her body.

When Crystal hit the remote to open the doors to the underground garage and drove down the ramp, she squealed with delight as she saw her name on the wall in front of her parking space. Emmy squealed as well as she saw her name on the wall in the next empty space.

********

"Did you girls enjoy the movie?" Larry asked as the credits rolled. They were sat in his home theater with Crystal sat to his right and Emmy to his left.

"It was okay," Crystal replied.

"I thought it was good," Emmy said.

"Girls, you've been with me for a short while, and I've let a few things slide by. One thing that I want to lay down the rules on is the sleeping arrangements. You've both been sleeping with me, and things have to change. You both need to sleep in your own beds' school nights and ask beforehand if you can sleep in mine on the weekends. Don't get me wrong, I love sleeping with either or both of you, but it can't be an automatic thing okay?"

"I guess," Emmy said.

"I'm okay with that," Crystal said.

"You girls need to figure it out between the two of you on whose turn it is to sleep with me. Tonight's Friday so before you go to bed figure out who's going to be in my bed."

He beckoned to Crystal and whispered in her ear, "Did you have a talk with Emmy about keeping secrets? If it got out that she's slept in my bed, I'd be in serious trouble."

"Yes I did Larry, and she knows the consequences if anyone found out," Crystal whispered back.

Larry left the girls talking and went back upstairs where he poured three fingers of I.W.HARPER fifteen-year-old bourbon and sat in his armchair and turned on the television. Ten minutes later, the two girls came upstairs whispering and giggling. They each kissed Larry goodnight and left. He didn't look to see who had snook into the master suite, but hoped it was Emmy.

At nine-thirty, Larry turned off the television, set the alarm, and killed the lights. As he entered the master suite, a small lamp on the table next to the bed illuminated Emmy's light brown hair on the pillow. He trembled at the thought of running his hands over her small naked body.

Emmy watched intently as Larry got undressed. She pulled the sheet open for him to get into bed. His heart skipped a beat as he saw that all she was wearing was a pair of plain, bikini-style, sky-blue, cotton panties.

"Well, hello, my little kitten," Larry said as he got into bed.

"I'm not a kitten, silly," she said.

"You may not be now, but I'm going to make you purr tonight."

Emmy giggled. Larry leaned over and sucked each of her small breasts in turn. He could feel them swelling and her tiny nipples getting hard. She held his head in her hands as he pleasured her. By now her breasts had grown to the size of half walnut shells and her areolas had puffed up; they were topped with beaded nipples.

"You're so beautiful Emmy, I love your breasts."

"Thanks," she replied. "I wish they'd hurry up and get bigger."

As Larry kissed and sucked Emmy's small breasts, he slipped his hand across her flat, almost concave, tummy and stopped as he reached the waistband of her panties, waiting for her approval to proceed. She opened her legs as a way of telling him it was okay to fondle her.

"You sure about this, Emmy? I mean, if anyone found out what I'm about to do, I'd get put in jail."

"I know that, silly. Crystal talked to me and I can keep a secret. I made sure my bed looked like it has been slept in, just like you said."

"You're one very smart young lady, Emmy, and I'm glad I got to know you."

Larry's heart was beating fast as moved lower, and he had to catch his breath as he felt the small ridge of her clitoral cowl through the thin cotton of her panties. As he rubbed it, Emmy started purring like a kitten. He smiled. He moved his finger lower and felt a wet spot in the gusset where the opening to her vagina was located—she was already aroused.

Emmy tried to pull him back to her breasts as he got up, and climbed over her leg. He hooked his fingers inside the waistband of her panties and tugged them down. She lifted her butt off the bed to allow him to pull them off. He sniffed the crotch before throwing them on the floor.

With his hands cupping the two perfect spheres of her buttocks, he nestled his head between her slim thighs and inhaled. The aroma made him a little light-headed.

"Mmmm, you smell wonderful, Emmy," he said. "I bet you taste even better."

Emmy's giggles turned to moans as he kissed her small clit, which he slowly teased out of its cowl. A single finger inserted into her very tight vagina caused more moans. As he pushed in a little further, he felt the ring of skin, her hymen. Not wanting to tear her hymen and cause her unnecessary pain, he withdrew it and continued to minister to her small clit which was now entirely out of its hood begging to be sucked.

Emmy was mewling as Larry sucked and licked her clit. He moved one hand from her butt where it almost spanned both buttocks; it was now on her breast, tweaking her tiny nipples, She held his head in her hands as she started to jerk and tremble.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," she cried as she climaxed.

Her legs snapped shut on Larry's head, and she grabbed fistfuls of his sandy colored hair. He could feel her whole body shaking; her compact bottom was jerking in his hand as she orgasmed. The jerking and shaking went on for half a minute when Emmy started to calm; small jerks and tics like little aftershocks came and went. She finally released his head from the grip of her slender thighs and opened her fists.

"Oh my God, Larry," she said. "I've never felt like that before. That was amazing."

Larry got up from between her legs and lay beside her with his arm around her. She had her head on his chest and her leg over his, pressing her wet pussy into his thigh. A few minutes later he heard small snores; she was asleep. He still had a raging erection that cried out for relief, but he was in heaven with this beautiful young girl in his arms. Slowly he drifted off to sleep with his hard cock lying on his stomach and Emmy's small hand holding it tight, her fingers not quite touching.


Chapter Eight

Larry awoke at dawn the next day; he squinted through both eyes at Emmy who had his soft cock in her small hand; he watched her as her eyes got larger as she saw his cock start to grow. When it was fully erect, she put both hands on it and began to rub it–just like her sister had told her. With both of her small hands around the shaft, there was still more than three inches exposed.

As Emmy stroked his cock, there was a look of concentration on her face. Her brow would furrow and the tip of her tongue would show in the corner of her mouth. If Larry weren't getting a nice feeling from Emmy's attention to his cock, he would have chuckled.

Despite Emmy's somewhat amateurish technique, it had the desired effect. The feeling of a child's hands around the shaft together with the sight of an eleven-year-old girl's body was giving rise to that wonderful pre-orgasmic heat which was spreading through his nether regions. He knew he had to warn Emmy that he was close to his climax.

"That feels so good Emmy," she murmured. "You're doing an excellent job."

She looked at him and said with pride in her voice, "I am?"

"Yes, honey. Do you know what's going to happen if you keep on stroking my penis?"

"Uh-huh, you'll spurt your white stuff. Crystal told me all about it."

With Emmy dutifully warned, Larry lay back and enjoyed the feeling of two small hands jacking him off. It was but a minute later when he felt his ball sack draw up tight.

"Cumming, Emmy," he cried. His cock swelled as the first thick rope of cum spurted up in the air and landed on Emmy's fists and wrists. Crystal must have told her not to stop since she kept stroking his cock as more ropes of pearly-white cum spurted from its end. Her eyes were as big as saucers as she watched him cum like a volcano erupting white lava.

When he was finally done, Emmy sat there looking at her hands and wrists and one thigh coated with Larry's semen. She held her hands up not knowing what to do. To his surprise and exhilaration, she brought one hand to her nose and sniffed. He waited for her reaction as she processed the smell. To his relief, there was no wrinkling of her nose. He waited with bated breath as she tried to decide if she should taste it or run to the bathroom and clean up.

A tentative tongue came out of her mouth, and she touched its tip to a large glob of his semen that sat on the thumb of her right hand. Her brow knitted as she processed the taste. Her tongue came out again and licked a little more off her hand as if she needed more semen to determine if she liked it or not.

"It's not what I expected, but I like the taste," Emmy said at last. "Crystal said she loved the taste of your—what did she call it—your cum. There's an awful lot, isn't there? Does it take this much to make a baby?"

"No, it doesn't honey. It only takes a tiny amount that you would have to use a microscope to see, to make a baby. But since you haven't started your periods yet, you can't get pregnant."

"Can you put it inside me, like you did with Crystal?"

"I don't know Emmy, you're awfully small. I don't want to hurt you."

She processed that information. Emmy, like her sister, was a very intelligent girl, Larry thought.

"But we could try, couldn't we, Larry? Crystal said it feels really, really good when you put it inside her."

"Tell you what, sweetheart, I'll get you some dildos that you can use to stretch your pussy."

"What's a dildo, Larry?"

"It's a sex toy made of rubber and shaped like a man's penis. They come in different sizes."

Emmy's eyes lit up. "You will? Thanks, Larry. Can we shower now, please?"


Chapter Nine

As Larry entered the kitchen, he saw Emmy deep in conversation with Crystal. He was pretty sure what they were talking about, dildos.

"Morning, Crystal," he said.

Crystal came over, got on tiptoes, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him on his lips. "Morning, Larry," she said. "Thanks for making Emmy happy," she whispered. "Can I have a dildo?" she added with a giggle.

"Why, isn't my penis good enough?" he whispered.

"Of course it is," she replied and kissed him again.

Emmy hugged Larry as he sat at the kitchen island nursing a mug of coffee.

"I liked last night, and I especially liked making you spurt this morning," she said. "I'd like to do it again."

"I'd like very much for you to do it again Emmy."

After breakfast, Larry went to his office and fired up his iMac. He went to Adam & Eve's website and ordered a selection of dildos in various sizes up to a full adult's size. He selected overnight delivery.

*******

The next Monday afternoon, after Larry had picked up Emmy and Crystal from school and they got home, he handed Emmy the package that had arrived via UPS that morning.

"Is this what I think it is?" she asked.

Larry nodded. Her eyes lit up as she tore open the package and saw the three boxes with an image of a man's erect penis on each one.

"I wanna try one right away," she said as she tore open the box with the smallest dildo inside. It was an exact replica of a man's penis down to the smallest detail like the frenulum and the ridge around the helmet-shaped head, even the ball sack. She took it and headed upstairs to he bedroom.

Crystal looked at Larry and smiled as she said, "So she's been pestering you, huh? She's been asking me what it's like to have your dick inside me."

"Yeah, that's why I got her the dildos, you know, to stretch her. Is she having her periods yet?"

"No, and I didn't start getting mine until I was almost twelve, just like Mom. I don't think Emmy will be any different, so you've got a couple of years to fuck her without worrying that you'll get her pregnant."

Can I ask if you and Emmy . . . you know . . . ?"

"You mean, fool around?"

"Uh-huh."

"We used to when we were younger, why?"

"Oh, I don't know," Larry replied. His erection was now at full attention.

Crystal smiled, squeezed it through his pants, and said, "You wanna see us do it, dontcha?"

"You think that's too perverted?"

"No, not really. You wanna do a threesome?"

Larry's cock twitched, and he blushed ever so slightly. "Would you?" he said.

"Yeah, sounds kinda fun. I'll ask Emmy if she wants to."

Crystal went upstairs to change out of her school uniform. Their school had a strict dress code; plain white blouse, gray pleated skirt that came to just above the knee, full-cut, white, cotton panties, white ankle socks, and black pumps. Ten minutes later she came back down wearing her usual clothes around the house, oversized tee shirt with panties underneath, no bra.

"Emmy said yes. Can you wait 'til Friday night?"

"Yes, but I may have to take myself in hand a few times though."

Crystal chuckled and said, "I'm sure Emmy would be happy to oblige and if not let me know and I'll take care of you."


Chapter Ten

Larry only had to ask Emmy one time, and that was on a Wednesday evening after he had picked her and Crystal up from school. She had changed into her house clothes as she called them, a cotton tank top that came to her midriff, and bikini-cut panties. They weren't cotton like the ones she had to wear to school, but satiny ones; some were trimmed with lace, some tied at the hips and came in all colors, sky-blue, pink, lime-green, and plain white. The sight of her plump vulva coddled inside the gusset meant Larry was in a constant state of arousal, and today was no different.

She sat beside him on the sofa and looked at the large bulge in his pants. "You're hard again, Larry," she said.

"What do you expect when you parade around the house half naked?" he replied.

"You want me to take care of that for you?" Emmy offered.

"Would you?"

She got up, took his large hand in her's and pulled. He followed her to his master suite, where he closed the door. She watched as he got a towel from the bathroom, undressed and lay on the bed. She immediately took the head of his cock inside her mouth and began to suck it while she stroked his shaft.

Larry lay there in utter bliss as the little eleven-year-old gave him a half-decent blow job. He counted himself to be one fortunate individual to have two girls living with him, one who loved to be fucked and one who loved to give him blow jobs.

Emmy was looking up at him with her gorgeous emerald-green eyes all the while she was sucking his cockhead. Larry was very close to his climax and wanted to make sure she didn't have the problem like last time.

"I'm almost there, Emmy," he warned.

"Mmm," she replied with his cock in her mouth.

She felt his cock swell in her hand, and this time she knew what to expect. She withdrew her mouth a little until just the head of his cock was inside, with her lips clamped firmly under the rim. The first rope of cum hit the back of her throat, but she had her airway closed off and was breathing through her nose, so she easily contained it and swallowed right away. The second equally large load spurted inside her mouth; she easily swallowed that. The same with subsequent spurts until he was done.

She removed her mouth from his cock and licked her lips. "That was better," she said.

"You did great Emmy. You never spilled a drop."

Emmy released his hard cock; it slapped back against his stomach. She giggled.

"You're still hard," she said. "Crystal told me about your medical condition. So if you could get it inside me now, we could fuck?"

"Most certainly."

"Could you spurt again?"

"No, not right away."

"Crystal said we were going to be in your bed Friday."

"That's right, and I can't wait to see you and your sister have sex."

"You gonna put it in her . . . you know fuck her?"

"You okay with that?"

"Sure, why shouldn't I be?"

"Oh, I don't know. I thought maybe you'd be jealous that I could put my cock inside her and not inside you. And by the way, it's not fucking, it's making love."

"Not really. I'm looking forward to watching the two of you fu . . . sorry, I mean make love."

With that, she jumped off the bed. "Got homework to do," she said as she left the room.


Chapter Eleven

Friday couldn't come soon enough for Larry. After an early supper cooked to perfection by Andre, his chef, he led Crystal and Emmy into his large bathroom and turned on the oversized tub faucets. He told them to bathe each other while he watched. The contrast between Crystal's and Emmy's body was stark. Emmy was straight up and down, whereas Crystal had soft curves. Emmy's breasts were mere small bumps compared to Crystals B-cups.

The starkest difference between the two girls were their vulvas. Crystal had a small patch of light-brown hair on her mons, and her inner labia extended down from her clitoral hood almost to the opening of her vagina. Although Emmy's pussy was plump, and her mons stood out like a delta-shaped pad, the only thing visible in her tight slit was a small ridge of flesh—her clitoral hood.

Larry watched as they washed each other. Emmy was standing up, and Crystal washed between her legs, pushing her labia aside with her soapy finger. Next, she washed her small breasts causing them to puff up, and her nipples to harden.

"You've got boobs," Crystal said as she washed them.

"Yeah," Emmy replied, "but they aren't very big. You've got nice big ones." Emmy reached down and rubbed one of Crystal's breasts, her nipple immediately perked up and hardened into a small pea. The girls finished washing each other, rinsed off with the spray nozzle, got out and dried off. Larry was lying in bed when the two girls came out of the bathroom and joined him.

"Me first," Emmy said as she lay on her back with her legs wide open, thighs flat on the mattress as only a lithe young girl could do. Crystal rolled her eyes at him and lay between her sister's legs, inches from her gaping pussy. Emmy's clit was soon teased out of its protective cowl by Crystal's tongue. Larry looked at Emmy's vagina, red and wet. It looked so small; there was no way he was going to penetrate her any time soon.

"Are you using the small dildo Emmy?" he asked.

"Yes, I am," she replied. "It was a tight fit at first, but after a few days, I can get it inside me easily. I'm going to try the next size soon."

As her sister ministered to her clit, Larry leaned in and started sucking Emmy's small walnut-sized breasts causing her areolas to darken; they were covered with what looked like tiny goosebumps. Her nipples hardened into small beads as he licked and sucked them.

Emmy was started to pant as Larry and Crystal worked both ends. The separate parts of Emmy's brain were receiving signals from her nipples and her clit, causing sensory overload. She started jerking and shaking as her orgasm took over her body. She finally pushed Crystal's head away.

"Too much," she said, "too good."

Crystal got up and lay beside Larry stroking, and squeezing his hard cock as Emmy slowly calmed down. She rolled to her side to face Larry and Crystal.

"That was a good cum," she said to Crystal. "We need to do it more often. You want me to do you now, sis?"

"Okay," Crystal said as she smiled at Larry, indicating she was doing it for his benefit.

She turned onto her back and opened her legs, all the while looking deep into his eyes. Emmy was not as experienced as her older sister. Larry thought that maybe Crystal had had sex with a girlfriend. Emmy parted Crystal's labia and started to lick her clitoris. Larry leaned in and kissed Crystal. Their mouths opened, and they fell into an intense French kiss. Larry was squeezing Crystal's firm breasts and tweaking her nipples as they kissed.

Larry could feel Crystal's body jerk from time to time as her little sister worked on her clit. Then Crystal climaxed. She moaned into Larry's mouth as her orgasm rushed in. She had her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth against hers in a passionate kiss. He held Crystal while her orgasm coursed through her body.

"You gonna let Larry have sex with you?" Emmy asked Crystal when she had calmed from her orgasm.

"You gonna watch us?" Crystal asked her sister.

"Of course, I wanna see what it's like."

"Okay," Crystal said.

Larry got between Crystal's long slender legs and lifted them over his thighs. Grasping the shaft of his cock, he swiped it up and down her wet furrow a few times, raking her clit in the process causing her butt to jerk. Emmy had her head on her sister's stomach, entranced as she watched Larry position his cockhead against the opening to Crystal's vagina, and push. A gasp escaped both sister's lips as Larry's cockhead entered Crystal's vagina.

"Oh my God," Emmy said as she saw Larry's cock slide all the way inside her sister's pussy.

Crystal was purring like a kitten as Larry made love to her. Emmy's eyes were as big as saucers as she watched Larry plunge his hard rod in and out of Crystal's vagina. On one occasion she touched the shaft of his cock, feeling her sister's slick, creamy juices, and wishing it was her that Larry was making love to.

"Oh God, Larry, yes, yes, yes, yes," Crystal cried as she climaxed.

Both Larry and Emmy felt Crystal's body jerk and tremble as her orgasm took hold of her body. Larry was close to cumming himself, so he stopped thrusting until Crystal had come down off her orgasmic high.

"Open your mouth Emmy," Larry said when Crystal was calm.

"What for?" Emmy replied.

"Cuz he wants to spurt his cum into your mouth," Crystal replied.

Emmy smiled. She was still lying on Crystal's tummy with her cheek on her mons as she opened her mouth and put out her tongue. Larry started thrusting in and out of Crystal's vagina again. A minute later, he felt the onset of his orgasm spreading throughout his groin. As soon as he felt his cock swell, he squeezed its shaft, pulled out of Crystal's vagina, and put his cockhead on Emmy's tongue. As he released his grip on his cock, he began filling Emma's mouth with his pearly-white semen. Her tongue and her mouth were coated with his cum.

When he was done, Emmy swallowed a couple of times, squeezed his cock and licked the last of his cum of its shiny head. Emmy got next to her sister and kissed her, letting Crystal taste the last of their lover's cum.

"Mmmm, I love the taste of your cum Larry," Emmy said.

Crystal chimed in, "Me too."

"I don't know what I did to deserve two goddesses for lovers," Larry said at length, "but whatever it was I'm glad I did."

Larry lay down with Crystal to his right side and Emmy to his left. both girls had a leg over Larry's thigh, and they snuggled up to him. Soon, all three had fallen into a deep slumber.


Chapter Twelve

Emmy had been pestering Larry to have "real sex" as she put it for the last six months. She was just shy of her twelfth birthday. She told him that she could just get the largest of the dildos he had gotten her into her pussy.

They had just finished watching a movie, their Friday-night ritual, when Larry turned to Emmy and said, "You want me to make love to you tonight sweetheart?"

Emmy's eyes lit up, and a big smile crossed her face. "Really?" she said.

"Really," Larry replied.

Crystal smiled at Larry. "You've been very patient with my sister. I love you very much."

"I love you too, baby," he replied.

Crystal told Larry that she loved him as they lay in each other's arms after having made love with each other. It was just two months after her mother's death. Larry had fallen for her a couple of weeks earlier but didn't want to pressure her into saying she loved him too if he told her how he felt about her.

"Can Crystal watch?" Emmy said.

"If she wants to, Emmy."

"Please say yes, Crystal," Emmy said with an almost pleading tone of voice.

"Okay," Crystal said. "I wouldn't want to miss seeing my sister become a woman."

Emmy couldn't wait to get upstairs and into bed. Larry and Crystal followed at a more leisurely pace. When they got to the bedroom, Emmy was already naked and lying on her back on the bed on a bath towel that he had placed there earlier in the evening. Crystal and Larry got undressed. Crystal lay beside her sister, and Larry got between Emmy's open legs. His erect cock lay on Emmy's bare smooth mons. Emmy looked down at it.

"It looks so big Larry," she said.

Larry swiped his cockhead up and down Emmy's slit, pushing aside her plump labia. His cock was covered in Emmy's creamy juices. It appeared to Larry that she had been getting aroused as soon as he told her she was going to lose her virginity. He pushed against her opening, feeling resistance. She was very tight.

"Hand me the K-Y gel, Crystal," Larry said.

After squeezing a generous amount of the gel in the palm of his hand, Larry coated the head of his cock and pushed some inside Emmy's vagina. He wiped his hands on the towel and placed his cockhead back against her opening. He pushed a little more, but she was so tight Larry was concerned he was going to hurt her. He pulled his cockhead away from her pussy.

"What are you doing?!" Emmy demanded.

"You're too small honey. I'm going to hurt you."

"No, don't you stop. I can take it."

Larry put his cockhead against her opening again and pushed a little harder this time. The gel allowed the head to enter her vagina.

"Ouch, that hurt," Emmy said.

"Sorry baby. You want me to stop?"

"No, not now. I can feel you inside me, and the pain is slowly going away."

Larry sat there with his cockhead inside Emmy's vagina, letting her body acclimate to having an adult penis inside her. Crystal was kissing her and rubbing her tiny nipples.

"How do you feel, Emmy?" Larry asked.

"I feel like I'm stuffed. Having your cock inside me is nothing like the dildo."

"You ready for me to push into you some more?"

Emmy bit her lower lip and said, "I think so, but take it slow."

Larry began pushing into her ever so slowly, inch by inch until he bumped her cervix.

"Ooo, that felt good," Emmy said.

Larry withdrew almost all the way; just the head of his cock remained inside Emmy's vagina. Then he pushed in again in one slow continuous motion until his pubic bone pressed against Emmy's clitoris, eliciting a gasp. He did this over and over. Every stroke felt her vagina adjusting to the size of his cock. She was producing a lot of juices which was lubricating her so he could now easily fuck her.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, oh God, Larry," Emmy cried as she climaxed. He could feel her vaginal muscles spasming on his cock as her orgasm took hold of her young body. Crystal looked up at Larry and smiled. Larry was still thrusting in and out of the eleven-year-old girl's tight, wet vagina. He could feel his orgasm gathering strength inside him like an impending storm.

Emmy had calmed and watched his face. His eyes were shut tight and his brow was knitted as he climaxed. Emmy felt his cock swell inside her pussy and she gasped as the first rope of his cum spurted inside her. Larry was pumping her pussy for all he was worth as he unloaded inside her. He was done much too soon, but his cock stayed as hard as a rock.

As Larry pulled his cock out of Emmy's vagina, a small stream of cum followed. It ran between her buttocks squeezed tightly together by the mattress, and onto the towel beneath her. Emmy struggled onto her elbows and peered at Larry's semen running out of her red, swollen vagina.

"That's a lot of cum, Larry, and you're still hard," she said as she grasped his cock.

Emmy held the towel against her crotch and headed to the bathroom where she used the toilet. Crystal had left a feminine pad on the vanity. After Emmy dried herself, she put the pad inside her panties and pulled them on.

"How do you feel Emmy?" Larry asked, concerned that he'd hurt her.

"My pussy's really sore, but I feel great.

"Have a nice soak in a warm bath in the morning," Larry replied. "That should help a lot, and keep a pad inside your panties for twenty-four hours.

Crystal and Emmy snuggled up to Larry, one on each side, and all three promptly fell into sleep.


Epilogue

It seemed to Larry that time had flown by. The last three years were the happiest of his life with two beautiful young women who adored him as much as he adored them. They enrolled Crystal in university, and although she was excited to be going to college, she was unhappy that she would only get to see Emmy and Larry at school breaks. Larry promised her that he and Emmy would drive up on weekends to see her. When Crystal turned eighteen, she sold the house complete with the furniture.

Emmy was well into puberty and Larry got her OB/GYN to fit her with an IUD so Larry and Emmy could have sex without worrying about pregnancy. Although if you had asked Emmy, she would say she wanted to have his baby.

Crystal, as Larry expected, got a boyfriend. His name was Chris, and she met him at college. She brought him home at the Easter break. He was a nice kid and was very respectful. Larry knew he couldn't hold on to her, but was a little upset when Crystal asked if he could sleep in her bed. She told Larry she would always love him, but even though they'd had sex many, many times, it was more like a daughter's love for her father. Larry said Chris could sleep with her since he had Emmy.

When Emmy turned fourteen, she started pestering Larry to have his baby. She finally agreed that she was way too young to have a baby, and said she could wait until she was eighteen. Her eighteenth birthday couldn't come soon enough for Emmy, and since she didn't want to go to college, she got pregnant and nine months later gave birth to a baby girl who they named Lisa Anne.

Crystal graduated from college and got a job in sales for a local manufacturing company. Chris, her boyfriend from college, was long gone, and she had a couple more long-term relationships until she graduated. Crystal and Larry had sex a couple more times. Larry liked the fact that she didn't have sex with him if she was dating; it said a lot for her character.

When Crystal was twenty-five, she told Emmy and Larry that she thought her latest boyfriend might be the one. Larry liked the guy a lot because he treated Crystal like a princess. Nine months later Crystal and Ken got engaged. A year later they got married. Then Crystal dropped a bombshell. Ken had been promoted and his new position was in London, England. Emmy and Larry kept in touch via Skype and visited them a couple times a year.



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