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Subject: REPOST: Sandi's Story (Inc/Lez/For) (13/13) 

	I got off of him and layed back down on my back, and motioned
him towards me.  His hands went to my hips and held me then slid down
and undid the straps of the garter belt from my black stalkings.
	Then while grinning at me he pulled my panties aside pulling
it even tighter in my crack and kissing my pussy.  After he had me
panting and moaning for a little while he finally stopped, drawing my
panties back.
	After he had finally thrown them away he moved back towards me
and started lapping at my pussy some more, and when he was sure I was
close to coming he stopped and moved up and started kissing my lips.
I raised my legs up until I could hold them with my hands, just so I
could feel the tip of his penis right at the very edge of my being.
	He gave me a small kiss on my lips and lifted himself up on
his arms and then leaned down and kissed me some more.  Then ever so
gently he eased himself a little lower, he did it so careful, so
lovingly.  I almost missed it, the feeling of him sliding just a
little into me, just the head of him.  But he was in, and with every
little kiss he was more so.
	It was so big!  So warm and delicious, so fulfilling, and he
fed it to me so slowly I thought I'd go crazy.  Then with one final
passionate kiss from him he took the final plunge, and he had himself
all the way in me.  "I love you," I told him repeatedly as he made
small lazy strokes into me.
	It was so good, the way Melanie had described making love was
so, cheap, compared to the way Bob was making love to me.  With soft
generous loving strokes.  I lowered my legs down around his waist and
pulled him snug against me stroking his hairy chin with my fingers.
	He kissed me again while changing his strokes to shorter more
vigorous ones.  I groaned as he made one good thrust into me.  "Am I
hurting you," he asked concerned stopping.
	"God no, don't stop you could never hurt me!  Not like this!"
He smiled at me and then started thrusting again, this time a little
more sure of himself, sure that I wouldn't break under his touch.  
	I came quickly, almost so quickly that I missed it, but Bob
had noticed the slight change in me softening more against him.  He
kissed my lips drawing himself out of me entirely until I was begging
him to give it to me again.  But he stopped entirely, I was so scared
that he was going to leave me again before he even gave me his love.
	"You said you wouldn't leave me hanging," I said softly
stroking his cheek as he lifted himself up.
	"And I won't," he whispered kissing my lips again before he
got up onto his knees.  "I'm going to give you what you want, I'm
going to make love to you.  But in a second!"  I started to open my
mouth but he scooped me up off of the floor and carried me to the bed
we we'd been sharing setting me on it.
	I scrambled around on the bed, throwing the covers back and
laying on the sheet.  "Your sure about going through with this," he
whispered softly from beside the bed.
	"Shut up and come here!" I told him and he climbed onto the
bed and between my spread legs.  Then with a kiss he was in me again,
burying what had to be the key to life inside me.  I loved it, I loved
him, and holding his muscular shoulders in my hands I made sure he
knew it.
	Months of waiting, months of fantasizing, months of
masturbating were over.  I moved against him trying to take more of
him, longing to have everything he was in me, filling me up more than
he already was.
	He kissed my lips, and hungrily I accepted his fighting steamy
tongue into my mouth while I ran my hands down his back and cupped his
ass, pulling him against me with his thrusts.
	"Come in my hot pussy," I whispered kissing his earlobe.  He
picked up speed fucking me faster grunting with each thrust.
	"Give it to me," I moaned arcing against him.  "Give me your
love!" I cried moaning loudly into his neck, as he pumped away.  "Oh
god, Oh god Bob, Oh yes!!!  YES!  Come with me Bob, come with me!"
	He groaned thrusting into me while lowering himself down onto
my body.  For a few precious moments, before I was lost in myself, I
felt the little spurts coming from his penis spraying the inside of my
vaginia.
	I moaned clutching him tight as I rode out my own pleasure.
Only after what seemed like a blissful eternity did paradise seem to
fade little by little into the distance, only to be replaced by one as
equally exciting; Bob's lips on my breasts and neck, giving me small
little kisses.
	"I love you," I whispered stroking his hair, then after a
second he looked up at me and smiled.  "That was so beautiful.  I want
to do everything with you, will you teach me?"
	"Of course," he whispered kissing the crevace between my
breasts.  "But let's save some for later, ok?"
	"No!  I want more.  Bob, I've been waiting for this to happen
for months.  I don't want it to end, ever!  I love you, I want you
inside me again.  Let me make love to you this time.  I want to show
you how much I love you!"
	He moved up and kissed my lips, slipping his tongue into my
mouth, and I lost all sense of direction.  When the confusion vanished
he was smiling up at me from underneath me.  I kissed my way down his
body, starting at his lips all the way down to his penis taking it in
my mouth swallowing the mixture of our juices, and it was good.
	I sucked on him not taking my eyes from his smiling face until
I had him hard again.  Then I took him in my pussy leaning over and
kissing his lips while I moved my hips slowly, grinding myself against
him.  It felt like I was born for this, for him.  We fit so well
together, father and daughter, man and woman, lovers.
	He rested his hands on my hips and started lifting me up and
dropping me down on him till I got the rythm of the motions and
started doing it by myself.  His hands started wandering, over my
sides, my back, my stomach, my small breasts leaving trails of heat
where ever his fingers touched me.
	I reached behind me and started stroking his testicles, and
knew I was doing the right thing by the expression of joy on his face.
An expression I always wanted to see on his face, in his eyes.  One
that I put there.  Especially the one that dawned on him when his cock
spurt his love inside me.
	It was absolutely unbelievable, the whole weekend turned into
a blissful constant love making session.  We'd stop to have naps, have
something small to eat, but we spent most of our remaining time in
bed, enjoying each other.
	We'd go fast trying to make the other cum the fastest, then
we'd slow the pace so we explored each other's bodies with little
kisses, little licks, little caresses.  It was so beautiful, we made
love so many times I lost count, and in so many different wonderful
positions...ecstasy, that's the only way I can truly define those 48
hours.
	On the way back I'd make him stop the car and we'd do it right
there on the shoulder of the road, and when we got home we went
straight to bed.  I had learned that his morning erections were better
than any other during the day, and I quenched what he yearned for, and
he satisfied me in blissful pleasure.
	Even monday morning was wonderful and even though my pussy was
still damp from Sunday night's love, he made love to me again, with
that beautiful penis of his and left me in a drowsy heaven while he
left for work.  I would have loved for him to stay for another day,
but he wouldn't have even listened to me, not for his first day.
	I wandered the house, dressed in very little more than a robe
the whole day.  Around one in the afternoon while I was eating a
container of yougurt I wandered into one of the rooms that I hadn't
bothered to go into.
	Right in the center was a beautiful oak pool table, lights
above it, like in a pool hall, sticks on a rack on the wall.  It was a
gorgeous piece of craftsman ship and the balls were all racked up,
ready for a game.
	In the center of the table was a card standing up folded in
the center with the edge reaching for the ceiling.  It read:

	To Bob and Sandi,

	This is a little gift to thank you for all you did, I
remembered you said that Sandi liked playing pool Bob.

Enjoy!
Athernot

	I had to admit it was one hell of a gift!  One that I couldn't
resist trying out.  After a few shots I lost the robe because it was
too restricting for the shots.
	Four o'clock when I heard Bob coming through the front door I
was still playing.  When I heard his voice I had a hard time resisting
touching my pussy which was aching to feel him again just because of
his voice.  To touch his dried semen that had run down the inside of
my thigh, to make sure it wasn't all a dream.
	"Bob!" I called standing behind the end of the pool table
facing the door.  "I'm in here!"
	"Sandi," he questioned opening the sliding door enough to
stick his head in.  "Where'd this come from?"
	"It was a gift, from Mr Athernot!  Isn't it great!"
	"Yes..." he said smiling at me then his voice turned to a
whisper as he came through the door.  "Sandi where are your clothes?"
	"Well," I said touching my finger to my lips, "I think their
upstairs.  I was too anxious about waiting for you to come home."  He
moved towards me and I slipped my hand into his shirt, opening a
button before kissing his lips.  "I was hoping we could play a little
stick's and pocket's ourselves!  Namely your stick and my pocket!"
	"We can't!" he hissed.
	"Why not, my little love bug!"
	"Sandi, we've got company."
	"Oh, who!"
	"The neighbourhood welcoming wagon, our neighbours the ladies
that live around here.  Sandi this is a divorcee neighbourhood, and
their like pirahna's!"
	"So tell them you've got to get back to your wife!"
	"They'd never believe that!"
	"Besides, let them find their own men!" I said moving to the
door and throwing the latch.  "There not having mine!"
	Then I moved towards him and while kissing his lips I started
undoing his pants.  "What are you doing," he whispered before
returning my kiss.
	"I've been thinking about you all day," I said in a hot
whisper.  "I can't wait any longer.  I want you!"  Just as I finished
his pants dropped onto the floor.
	"Sandi, we can't do this!" he said betraying his words when
his hands cupped my ass and lifted me up onto the edge of the pool
table.
	"Just pretend we're all alone," I whispered kissing his lips.
A second later I was moaning softly into his neck while he made love
to me, right on the table with a cue stick in my back.
	He groaned and we came together.  "What a beautiful way to
break in a new table!" I whispered and he grinned kissing me before he
pulled up his pants.  Then kissing me again he did them up telling me
he'd go out and distract them while I went up and got dressed.
	I wasn't too enthusiastic about the idea of them taking him
away from me, but I was going to put on a hell of a show that they
wouldn't forget.  I quickly scurried up the stairs into our bedroom
and pulled out a nice skimpy top, and I dug in my suitcase for the
shorts.
	The shorts that I had worn for like a whole five seconds when
we'd planed on going for a walk during one of the small breaks from
our love making sessions.  They were cut so high, that they were cut
on an angle to meet the crotch, and they held me so tight in them, and
showed my ass off so good, Bob said it had to be illegal for me to
wear them.
	When he had saw me in them at the cabin, I had bent over for
just a second to pick something up, and he pulled me down onto his lap
and started stroking my pussy, and within two seconds he had stripped
the shorts off and we were rolling around the bed again, in a
beautiful wild heat.
	Unfortunately it meant I also had to wash off his caked on
semen.  But I smiled with the thought that it wouldn't be long before
it was back on me.
	In the kitchen there was two women with Bob, both wildly
bouncing their legs over there other crossed one, eyeing my man.
	"Hello," I said happily strolling into the room.  "Hi dad," I
said and kissed him on the cheek and he gave me a good once over
pausing for a few second when he saw my shorts.  So did the women.
	"Hello, you must be...Sandi!"
	"Yep that's me," I said sitting down in the seat next to Bob,
and started massaging his growing groin, at least until he threw my
hand off him.
	"You don't wear that out, do you dear?" the other one asked
looking at me.
	"No," I said then to be a smart ass I added "I usually wear
something a little less constricting."  One of them gasped a little, I
couldn't be sure which one it might have even been both of them.
	"Sandi, this is Debbie," Bob said motioning towards the
blonde, and then over to the red head "and this is Roberta."
	"It's nice to meet you's, but I have to make dinner, and I
have problems doing it with strangers in the house...so if you's...."
	"I think Sandi's right, we've taking enough of your time
ladies!"  I listened and followed at a discret distance as Bob showed
them to the door.  Then they were gone!  Finally.
	"What do you think your doing Sandi," Bob asked as I came up
beside me and he held me against the wall.  "You know how those shorts
make me feel," he whispered before kissing my lips hard.
	"I know," I whispered undoing the buckle and letting them fall
to the floor.  "I just wanted to make sure you noticed me rather than
those two old-biddies!"
	"Sandi, there my age," he whispered pushing my hair back and
kissing my neck.
	"I know," I whispered grinning pushing him back away from me
and running towards the stairs laughing.
	"Why you," he said chasing after me up the stairs.
	"What took you so long," I said panting looking up at him in
the doorway of the bedroom from where I was lying on the bed.
	"This OLD man isn't as fast as he used to be!"
	"Well, why don't you come and show me what you are good at," I
said smiling slyly at him.
	"Well..." he said taking a step and stripping off his shirt,
then his pants.  "I don't think I can...there's no baseball diamond
around here!"
	"Why you silly old coot," I said and he laughed joining me on
the bed.  Then we were making love again, fast and slow, hard and
gentle.  Ecstasy, that's what it was.  That's the way he was always
making me feel lately.
	"I love you Bob," I whispered rubbing my cheek against his
hairy chest hugging him in the hazy aftermath of our love making.
"You make me feel like the only woman in the world when we're
together!  I can't get over how happy I've felt for these last few
days."
	"I'm glad," he whispered and lifted my chin up so I could kiss
him.
	"Are you happy?" I asked getting up on top of him.  His hands
slid down over my back and cupped my ass pushing me closer to his
lips.
	"Of course I am," he said softly trying to force a smile.
	"Then why so serious," I said rubbing his beard with my finger
tips.
	"Sandi, I don't know if we can keep this up.  It's not right
that you and me are like this."
	"Bob!  You can't be serious, after all that we've been through
you still don't want to make love to me.  You do it so well!"
	He gave me a genuine smile and I kissed him for it.  "Sandi,
it's just that, your my daughter!"
	"And lover..." I said softly.
	"Sandi, it's just that...if anyone caught on....  I mean if
anyone found out about us, like this...and told the authorities.
Sandi they could take you away from me.  We can't risk that ever
happening.  Sandi I want my little girl back!"
	"She doesn't want to come back.  She likes lying in bed naked
with the man of her dreams.  Making love until the early hours of the
morning.  Savouring the fact that her man's seed is inside of her.
	"Bob don't worry, no one will catch on!  Not unless we want
them to."  I slid down his body and took him inside me again and sat
up.  "Doesn't that feel good?  Aren't I nice and tight?  Bob we fit so
good together, how can you say that you don't think we should anymore.
I love you Bob!"
	"And I love you too sweetie, but...."
	"Let me worry about the butts," I told him leaning down and
kissing his lips teasing his lips with my tongue.  "Besides, I like
your's so much I don't think I could ever let you get away from me!"
	"Sandi!"
	"Bob, your my man!" I told him running my fingers through his
hair.  "I love what you do to me.  I love what you make me do!  I love
pleasing you.  I love you Bob.  I couldn't imagine ever being out of
your bed again...."  I snugled up against his neck giving him as his
strong arms wrapped around me.
	"So what do you want to do for supper," he asked me after a a
few minutes of silence.
	"I'll go make something," I said starting to get up.
	"Would you like to go out?"
	"No, because then I couldn't kiss you.  Besides we'll just
have hot dogs or something.  It's not like there's that much in the
fridge."
	"Would you like some help?"
	"If you do, I'm going to have a hard time concentrating.
Besides, you should rest up.  I'm going to make love to you all
night!"
	"Mmmm...sounds wonderful," he said then after a second his
expression turned thoughtful.
	"What?"
	"What?"
	"You've got that look on your face again Bob.  The I don't
think we should be doing this look!"
	"Well we shouldn't!"
	"Bob," I said going back to him and straddling his stomach.
"I'm sick and tired of having this argument with you.  I love you.
This is exactly where we belong Bob.  Together in bed, naked.  Making
love.
	"I love the way you make me feel.  Just being around you makes
me feel like I'm walking on air.  Your touch sends tingles all through
my body.  And the way you make love to me.  Bob I'd give my life to
make you happy, to make you fall in love with me.  Like I have with
you.
	"I love touching you everywhere.  I love kissing every inch of
your body.  I love taking you inside me.  We fit so perfectly together
Bob!"
	"And where's it going to go Sandi?"
	"Where ever it goes it doesn't matter.  As long as we make
good use of the time that we have.  And that means," I said sliding
down him to kiss his penis "some of this," then I took him in my mouth
and sucked on him for a second till he was hard.  "And some of this,"
I said getting up off of him positioning myself overtop of his penis
and squating.  "And a lot of this."
	"Mmmmm..." he moaned and I leaned over and kissed him.  His
hands came up and he started kneading my breasts while I moved on top
of him.
	"Don't you love how we feel good together," I sighed as he
took one of my nipples in his mouth bringing me to a climax.  "I do."
	"Sandi, I like it too."
	"Just like."
	"You know what I mean Sandi.  But I don't want to risk the one
thing that means everything to me."
	"Bob...."
	"I mean it Sandi, if I was to loose you, I don't know what I'd
do.  After losing your mother I don't think I could handle loosing
you.  You're all that I have left Sandi, and I don't want to risk it."
	"But Bob," I said caressing his cheek.  "I don't want to loose
you, and I don't want to loose us either.  You don't know how much
being with you like this means to me."
	"All right, I yeild," he laughed hugging me close, but by the
look on his face he didn't completely seem convinced.  But I didn't
want to press him anymore on it, because he couldn't do anything about
it anyway.
	"Why don't we do something about getting something to eat," he
said after we both rested for a couple of minutes.  "I feel like going
out."
	"But then it'll mean that we can't go straight to bed Bob, and
it means I can't kiss you like this either," I said before leaning
over and kissing his lips as passionately as I could.
	"Come on we've got more time for this later," he told me with
a smile, pulling me down to his lips and giving me a quick little
kiss.  "Right now, let's just get dressed and go."
	"But...."
	"Come on, I'm starving."
	"Well, all right, I guess a few hours won't hurt, as long as
you promise that we can go back to where we are right now."
	"I promise," he said smiling while running a hand over down my
back and caressing my ass.
	"All right then, I think I can let you get away long enough so
that we can have breakfast, but that's all, ok."
	"That's fine with me," he said softly pressing a kiss into my
hair.  "Come on now, get up off of me."
	"All right," I grumbled giving him another kiss on the lips
before rolling off of him.

	"Sandi, I want you to pack a bag," Bob said over the phone
while he was at work.
	"Why, what for?"
	"It's a surprise."
	"How long should I pack for?"
	"I guess about two months."
	"That long.  Where are we going?"
	"Ummmm...actually Sandi, I won't be going."
	"What?  Then I'm not going.  If you're not going to be there I
don't want to go Bob!"
	"Sandi, please.  Just have a bag packed for when I get home."
	"No.  I won't, I'm not going anywhere without you Bob."
	"Please Sandi I don't want an argument from you on this, I'm
still your father and I'm telling you to do it."
	"No."
	"Sandi, do it.  If you don't have a bag packed when I get
home, you're in trouble," he said angrily.
	"Bob..." I started but before I could even finish calling his
name I heard the click of his end disconnecting.  I couldn't help it,
as soon as I got upstairs to our room, I collapsed on the bed crying.
I didn't want to leave him, and him ordering me around like we weren't
lovers broke my heart.
	I did as I was told and packed a bag, although through all my
tears, I hardly saw what half of what I was packing was.  I was so
upset at him for doing this to me, I could hardly even think straigt
when it got time for him to come home.
	When he did home he didn't mention about the trip I was
suppose to be taking or anything, even when I asked about it, the only
answer I would get was "later."  First thing we did was go out to
dinner, at a nice restaurant.  Then he took me to play pool again at a
new pool hall.  It wasn't as nice as the one that we'd used to hussel
those guys, and the one that I had won a night of sex at, and really
the start of our entire affair.
	Then he took me home, and without any hesitation, or any
stalling he took me straight up to our bed.  And we made love,
desperate, wild passionate love.  We both knew we wouldn't be with
anyone else for at least a month.  But by the way everything felt, it
might be a lot longer before ever made love again, if at all.
	It was a wonderful night, it could have only been better if it
went on forever.  But eventually the first rays of the morning sun
broke through the bedroom window and fell upon the bed, and our two
bodies tangled together.
	"Why Bob," I asked kissing his shoulder, "why are you making
me go?"
	"Sandi."
	"At least tell me why Bob.  Did I do something wrong, did I
not give you something you wanted?  Did I not do something that you
wanted?"
	"Sandi, you didn't do anything wrong," he said turning to face
me.  "Honest, you didn't do anything wrong, and there is nothing more
that you could have did, you're wonderful Sandi."
	"Then why are you making me go!"
	"Because we need some time apart."
	"But why?  I thought we were getting along wonderfully," I
said kissing his lips.
	"We are, we're getting along to wonderfully.  We shouldn't be
lovers Sandi."
	"Why in the hell not!  I thought this was all behind us."
	"I wish it could be.  But the truth of the matter is, you're
still my daughter...."
	"And your lover!  Don't ever forget that Bob, I'm yours and
you're mine.  This is exactly where we belong, in bed together making
love."
	"Your mother would never...."
	"I'm not so sure Bob, maybe she would have.  Maybe she would
have wanted to share your bed with me.  How do you know, did she ever
say that she never wanted me to be in your bed?"
	"Well no...but she never said she did either, it's just not
one of those things that come up in a normal conversation Sandi."
	"Then don't tell me she never would have wanted me to be in
the same bed as you, because you know it's not true.  All we have Bob
is each other, and I don't want to give up on that, do you?"
	"Sandi, I think it's time we should be getting up and going."
	"Do we have to?"
	"Yes Sandi, we do."
	"Bob, please don't make me go.  Please."
	"I'm sorry Sandi, but this is really for the best."
	"Fine, I'll go, but I don't want you to forget what we've
meant to each other for this last month," I said kissing his lips as
passionately as I could.  "I want you to remember how good it is to be
in bed with each other making love.  And most of all," I sobbed, "I
want you to remember what it feels like to lay beside someone at night
who really and trully loves you Bob," I finished by breaking out in
tears and running out of the room.

	When he stopped the car I couldn't believe where he was
leaving me.  "Your making me go to summer camp!"
	"Sandi, I...."
	"You're really a son of a bitch you know that.  Just because I
want to make love to you when ever I can, you're dropping me in the
middle of this forest at summer camp."
	"Sandi please, this is hard on me too, but it's got to be
done."
	"Oh Bob please," I pleaded with tears in my eyes.  "Don't
leave me here, take me home with you.  Please, please Bob please.
Don't leave me here, I don't want to stay here, I want to stay with
you."
	"Please Sandi, get out of the car," he said opening the car
door and getting out and going around to the trunk getting my bags
out.  He shut the trunk and then came around to my side of the car
setting my suitcases down beside my car door and opening it for me.
	"Boooooob."
	"Sandi please," he said facing forward, but I could still see
the tears in his eyes.
	"Please Bob don't make me...."
	"Sandi, please, get out of the car, now."
	"Dad pleaasseee!  Don't make me."
	"Come on Sandi, you'll have fun."
	"No I won't.  I want to stay with you."
	"Please Sandi, get out of the car, right now."
	"Don't you love me anymore."
	"Sandi, you know I do," he said kneeling down infront of me.
"And I'd never hurt you intentionally but this has to be done.  We
need time apart from one another."
	"If you don't want to hurt me don't leave me here!"
	"Sandi, please," he said hoarsely.  "Please get out of the
car.  We have to do this."
	"But Bob...."
	"No buts Sandi, please.  Let's do this as quickly as possible.
Besides maybe it won't be so bad, you could have fun here if you gave
it a chance."
	"You expect me to have fun when I know your over two hundred
kilometers away.  How the hell do you expect that?  I'll be
miserable."
	"Sandi.  Please, don't make me pull you out of the car."
	"Would you do that?  Would you really do that, after all we've
been through."
	"Sandi, please.  This is just as hard on me as it is you, but
you're only prolonging the inevitable."
	"Is there a problem here," a man asked standing close to the
car wearing a camp T-shirt.  "Is this your first time at camp miss?"
	"Dad please," I begged looking at him.
	"Yes it is," Bob said turning to face the man.
	"Well, we'll have lots of fun together, come on, and I'll
introduce you to some of the other campers."
	"Dad," I said softly.
	"Go on Sandi," he said softly touching my leg.  I shirked away
from his touch and got out of the car as fast as I could grabbing both
of my suitcases on the way.  Then I turned back around to face him and
shouted at the top of my lungs "YOU BASTARD!" before running towards
the main gathering was.

	After the first few days camp became a regular dismal,
depressing, scheduled pattern.  After about a week I got my first
letter from Dad.  It was pretty plain, just telling me what was
happening at work, and that he was sorry but continuing his
convictions that it was necessary for us to have time apart.
	When I read where he wrote "love Bob" I was in tears on top of
my bunk.  "Whats wrong," the girl on the top of my bunk asked.  "Was
your letter that bad?"
	"I-I don't know, it's just that I've never been away from him
before."
	"Your Dad?"
	"My lover."
	"You have a lover," she asked in a conspiratory whisper.
	"Yeah."
	"What's he like?"
	"Warm, gentle, loving."
	"Oh wow.  I can't believe it, you have a lover."
	"What's so hard to believe about that?"
	"I-I don't know, nothing I guess.  What's it like, I
mean...you know.  What does it feel like?"
	"You mean, making love?"
	"Ye-yeah," she said jumping down from her bunk.  I slid over
on mine and let her lay down beside me.  She was very neat in her
appearance, with a very slim body, with a little smaller breasts than
myself, with blonde frilly hair, and bluish green eyes.
	"Have you ever touched yourself?"
	"Well, not really."
	"You've never masturbated?"
	"Well, no, not really."
	"What do you mean not really, you either did or you didn't."
	"Then I guess I didn't."
	"Well, then I don't know how to describe it to you other than
saying that it's the most wonderful thing that I've ever felt."
	"It is?"
	"It's like pure bliss when you finally cum.  Masturbating's
only a cheap substitute if you ask me.  There's nothing like having a
big cock inside of you."
	"If it's so wonderful, why we're you crying, shouldn't you be
happy that you're lover wrote you a letter."
	"I would, if it was an actual love letter.  But he...well he
talked my Dad into sending me away so that the two of us would have
some time apart."
	"So what's so bad about that, a little time apart can't hurt."
	"No, as long as there's something to get back to when it's
over, and I have a feeling that he's trying his hardest while I'm gone
to make sure there isn't."
	"So, you make sure he doesn't forget."
	"And how do I do that?"
	"Well, there's paper and pens here, and stamps don't cost all
that much.  You can write him letters."
	"I guess I could."
	"And there's always the phone, you can call him every once and
awhile and make sure he doesn't forget you."
	"I guess your right, I can make him suffer while I'm gone, and
let him wallow in loneliness for awhile while I'm away."
	"That's the idea.  That is if you want him back, what good is
he if he's going to run when ever there is a little bit of trouble."
	"You know you're right, but I don't want to loose him, he
means too much to me."
	"Then torture him while your away.  Tell him about all of the
things you did and want to do with him."
	"I think that will work lovely by the time I get home he'll be
ready to jump me almost as soon as we get behind closed doors."
	"See, things aren't that bad.  I've seen you around, there's
no sense moping about when you could be having some fun right, this
place isn't all that bad when you get down to it, and if you give it a
chance."
	"I know the first time that my mother sent me and my sister
here, we both hated it.  But by the end of the summer we both enjoyed
it enough I guess that we've come back for four years since."
	"You have a sister?"
	"Yes, Christa, she's over in the red bunkhouse.  She's a year
younger than me."
	"You're lucky, all I've got is my Dad."
	"And you're lover," she said with a grin.
	"And him," I said with a small smile.  "But I've never had any
brothers or sisters, and I lost my Mom a few years ago."
	"My Dad...ran out on us when we were young, I've never really
had any sort of father.  And my Mom really isn't interested in dating
very much either, so there really isn't any guys around the house."
	"So why don't you find a boyfriend."
	"It's just not the same."
	"I suppose you're right.  You're name's Corrine right?"
	"No, it's Carrie.  And your's is Sandi right?"
	"Right, well it's nice to meet you Carrie.  Listen if you're
really interested in knowing what it feels like I can show you a few
things."
	"Really," she asked smiling.
	"Yes, but we've got to find somewhere were just the two of us
can be alone."
	"I know a place.  No body ever goes there.  There's a small
clearing among the trees that nobody knows about but me, it's covered
by a whole bunch of bushes.  I found it a couple of years ago."
	"When can we go?"
	"We've just got to find the right time to go."
	"Well, how long do you think we'll have to wait, I haven't had
a good orgasm in over a week."
	"Well, Ummm, maybe we could slip away tomorrow morning right
after breakfast."
	"That sounds good, but it woudl sound better if it was
tonight."
	"Tonights the bonfire, and attendance is pretty strict."
	"Are you sure we couldn't slip away sometime during it?"
	"We'll see, but I don't think so if it's anything like the way
it was last year."

	"Let's go now."
	"But we'll be missed.  Especially by my sister she's a real
tattle tale."
	"So what's the worst that can happen to us, they ground us to
our bunkhouse for a day.  And while everyone's out we'll be there all
alone together."
	"But the woods are dark now."
	"So?"
	"So, what if there's some wild animals out there or
something."
	"Oh come on don't be a scaredy cat!"
	"Sandi.  Let's just go tomorrow."
	"Chicken, buk-buka!"
	"Sandi, come on."
	"Come on what, I'm going to show you something that'll make
you forget about your worries."
	"But it will be dark."
	"So, we don't need light to touch each other."
	"Each other?" she said looking wide-eyed at me.  "You mean
like you touch me, and I touch you?"
	"I promise you won't mind, after you know what I'm talking
about."
	"Well...."
	"Carrie, Sandi, would you like to share with the group what
you two find so interesting that you can't join us for songs?"
	I-uh," Carrie stuttured and I was almost in a mood to tell
them exactly what we were talking about before Carrie went on saying
"No we weren't talking about anything interesting, we'll uh we'll pay
attention."
	"Ok, you two better.  Or you'll have to go back to the
bunkhouse."
	"Even better," I whispered to Carrie.  "Make it look like
we're saying something interesting to each other so he sends us back.
I really don't wait till tomorrow and we'll have some time all alone
together."
	"Sandi, Carrie, I warned you two, since you can't enjoy
yourselves with the rest of us, go back to your bunkhouse, and get to
bed.
	"But sir," I said just to make it look good.
	"You heard me, get going."
	"Yes sir," I said solemnly squeezing Carrie's hand getting up
and making it look like I was dragging myself away from something
really exciting when I knew the really exciting thing was going to be
happening inside our bunkhouse.
	"Come on," I said pulling her inside the bunkhouse excitedly.
Then I gave her a kiss on the lips.  "If that little kiss is going to
shock you Carrie, what we're going to do is going to blow your mind.
Now, get out of your clothes," I told her as I pulled mine off and
threw them onto the floor.  When I was down to my panties and bra she
was standing there just watching me.
	"Well come on hurry up and get undressed your wasting time.
How long do you think we have till the camp fire thing breaks up."
	"Wh-what?" she asked as if coming out of a daze.
	"I said get undressed, and how long do you think we have until
they dismiss everyone?"
	"Uh-I don't know, maybe an hour, an hour and a half."
	"Only that long, damn, then we've really got to hurry.  Come
on what are you waiting for take off your clothes."
	"Why?"
	"Why, because we're going to climb into bed together and fuck
each other."
	"W-hat!"
	"Do I have to say everything twice?  Or don't you want to know
what if feels like?"
	"I-I, but h-how can we fuck?  Neither of us has a...."
	"Cock.  No we don't but you don't need a cock to do
everything.  Now hurry up."
	"I-I don't know about this."
	"Come on, I'd love to have the time to take our time at this
but by what you said we've only got an hour.  So take off your
clothes.  Come on I promise you'll love what we're going to do," I
said then throwing off my panties and slipping out of my bra.
	"Here, look, I'll even help you," I said walking over to her
and pulling the T-shirt she was wearing out from her shorts and
lifting it over her head.
	"Are you sure about this."
	"I swear I know exactly what I'm doing, more or less, I've
only been with a girl twice myself, but I'm not inept at making love."
	"I still don't understand how we can," she said undoing her
bra.
	"Come on and I'll show you," I said unbuttoning her shorts and
pushing them off of her with her panties too.  "Get on my bed."
	"O-ok," she said softly and got onto my bunk.  "Now what?"
	"Open your legs," I told her and like the good little girl she
was she did exactly what I said.  I slid onto the bed and up her body
and kissed her lips.  "Now tell me one thing."
	"What?"
	"Do you trust me?"
	"I-I guess I do."
	"Good, now I'm going to make you feel better than you've ever
felt before," I said with a smile.  "Then next time you can do the
same for me ok?"
	"S-sure."
	"Good," I said giving her another kiss, this time I kept
kissing her until I got her to open her mouth so that I could slip my
tongue into her mouth.
	At first it only shocked her a little more but once she got
used to the way that I was kissing her, she started kissing back while
running her hands down over my back, still with the uncertainty of
really not knowing what she was doing.
	"Now on to the good stuff," I said giving her another kiss
before smiling at her as I slid down her body a little so that I could
lick and kiss her breasts.  They were incredibly pert and after a few
moments of my attention her nipples pointed out a good half inch from
her breasts.
	"Oh that feels good," she moaned softly as I started sucking
on one of the gorgous protrusions.  As gently as I could I slid off of
her to the side so that I could continue my oral work on her breasts
while my hand slid down over her stomach to come to a resting place
cupping her pussy.
	"Your so hot," I whispered to her before starting to rub her
hot moist cunt.  I stretched up and pressed a kiss to her lips which
without losing a second she responded to.  "You sure are a fast
starter," I told her, "maybe I should move onto the next part."
	"Mmmm..." she moaned as I slipped a couple of fingers into her
hot hole.  "Is it better than this?"
	"Much better," I replied pressing another kiss to her lips.
Slowly I started kissing my way down her body, over her throat,
between her breasts, then sliding my tongue over her soft warm belly,
swirling it into her belly button, the entire time while keeping up my
vigil between her legs.
	She gasped and arched her body upwards into my hand as her
first orgasm swept over her.  "Oh-oh-oh God!" she cried as she thrust
her hips up in the air one last time before collapsing back down on to
the bed.
	"Maybe this summer won't be so bad after all," I said softly
looking up at the expression of pleasure on my little nymphs face.
	"Mmmmm...that was so good," she said between gritted teeth
looking up at me.
	"It's not over yet honey," I told her softly before moving
down further taking up my place between her legs.  I thrust my fingers
in as deep as I could into her while I started tonguing her clit, and
lapping at the juices that had escaped already from her hot tight
little hole.
	She grunted with every thrust I made into her, but not
complaining once that I was doing something too hard.  What ever I
did, she loved.  It was wonderful to have such a responsive lover as
her.  And I had the pretty good feeling that this was only the start
of it.
	When she came close to her third orgasm, I switched my tongue
for my fingers on her clitoris and placed my mouth over her hole,
lapping and slipping my tongue as deep into her as I could.
	As I worked on her, I was working between my own legs with my
one free hand.  I needed to cum at least once, she'd turned me on so
bad, I was nearly as desperate to cum as she was.
	Her hands pressed my head into her cunt while her legs gripped
me and held me in place, as if she was afraid I was going to stop.  I
worked frantically to finally bring us both to one final orgasm.
	She was so excited she was having a hard time containing
herself from bucking up and down in place and screaming.  When she
finally reached her apex, her thighs lifted me right off the bed along
with her.
	When she was finally relaxed enough to release me I slid up
her body and kissed her lips.  "My hot little vixen," I whispered to
her before kissing her again, and in response she smiled at me, and
wrapped her arms around me and brought my lips down to hers so she
could kiss me.
	We laid there kissing each other for a few minutes just softly
talking about what we'd just done.  She'd had so many questions, like
'Does it get better than that?', and 'What's it like licking a woman
down there?', or my favourite 'When can we do it again?'
	Just as her nimble little fingers started to slip between my
legs we both heard someone outside near the door.  "The campfire's
over," Carrie said quickly hopping out of bed and jumping up into hers
while I rushed to get under my own covers.
	After that Carrie and I were pretty much inseperable for the
rest of the summer, sneaking in and out of each other's panties as
often as we could.  We both liked a lot of the same stuff, and doing a
lot of the same things.  And we wrote my letters to Bob together,
getting all hot and steamy ourselves over the words and usually we
ended up going down on each other very soon after.
	Every time though I still couldn't get over how sweet Carrie's
cunt was, it was a lot sweeter than Melanie's.  And Carrie was almost
willing to try anything that I wanted to try.  The only thing that I
suggested we try that she didn't want to was to get one of the older
boys from camp and have a nice threesome.
	I never would have done it myself, at least not normally, but
I was so lonesome for Bob, and his big cock to fill me up, I was ready
to have a substitute just for the sake of one good fuck.  But the
reason that Carrie objected was because she said "I'm saving myself
for when the right guy comes along."
	I didn't want to push her so I just kind of accepted what she
said and let it go.  Although I could have done what I suggested
myself, I really didn't want to do it without her so, I gave up the
idea all together.
	After Carrie's first time with another woman we became pretty
close, but time also seemed to pass even faster once we became
friends, and before we really knew what was happening we we're up to
the last day of summer camp, and the day was basically already planned
by the councilors so that there was no time that we could spend alone
together.
	Then the day came and we were both pretty much in tears when
Carrie's mother and Bob came to get us.  We hugged and gave each other
a quick kiss before we quickly turned and went to the right cars.
	"I missed you Sandi," Bob said softly when we got going.
	"I missed you too Dad," I said softly still wanting to keep to
myself a little while staring out the front window.
	"Did you have a good time?"
	"Yes."
	"Are you still mad at me?"
	"No.  I guess not."
	"Sandi, I hope you understand why I said that we needed some
time apart."
	"I do.  You don't want us to be together."
	"No, that's not what it was about."
	"Then what was it about, Dad!"
	"It was about whether or not that if giving a little time
whether or not our feelings were strong enough in this matter to keep
up, or if it was just a fancy that the two of us had for a short
time."
	"Well?"
	"What do you think?"
	"Did you get my letters?"
	"Yes."
	"Did you read them?"
	"Yes."
	"Then you know how I feel, so just leave me alone."
	"Are you sure you're still not angry at me."
	"No, I'm not."
	"Then would you like to tell me what's wrong?  You set out to
have such an awful time, was it?"
	"No, I guess not."
	"Did you make friends?"
	"Yes."
	"Is that what's wrong, you're just upset about losing new
friends?"
	"Yeah, I guess it is."
	"Then we can talk about this later all right."
	"Fine."
	"Would you like to stop on the way home for dinner."
	"I-I guess."
	"All right where do you want to stop."
	"I don't know, you've had more time around the city than I
have, you've got to know more restaurants than I do."
	"All right, then I'll choose," he said softly reaching over
his arm and wrapping it around me giving me a small supportive hug.
We drove for an hour before he pulled into a sort of roadside diner.
	"Come on, let's go eat then."

	"Sandi?"
	"What?"
	"Are you feeling better hon," Bob said opening my bedroom
door.
	"A little I guess."
	"Are you ready for our talk?"
	"I guess as ready as I'll ever be.  But let's try to keep it
short."
	"All right," he said sitting down on the bed beside me.  Then
he did something that completely surprised me, he leaned over and
kissed me.
	"What was that for?"
	"I told you earlier, I missed you."
	"You-you mean you missed me, or you missed missed me?"
	"I missed missed you Sandi," he said before kissing me again.
"I tried my best to try and forget about what we did, and how
attracted to you I am, I even tried going out with a couple of other
women, but I just couldn't come up with anything that even compared to
you.  So I guess, we're just going to have to find away to work things
out and try and keep this to our selves aren't we.  That is if you're
still interested in sleeping in our bed."
	"Well, I-I didn't think you wanted to.  I mean that was still
the point of sending me away whether you want to admit it or not."
	"Well, Sandi, I know I shouldn't be taking you to bed, but I
can't seem to help myself."
	"Who ever said you were taking me to bed, I always thought it
was me taking you to bed."
	"Well, either way, I still know that it would be better for us
if we weren't doing it, but after reading all those letters that you
sent me I don't know how I could not want you."
	"So you want me to stay in your bed."
	"Our bed," he corrected.  I grinned at him and threw my arms
around him hugging him.
	"You really mean it?"
	"Yes.  I do.  But I don't want this to interfere with you
going out on dates with other boys, ok?  Just because we're sharing a
bed, doesn't mean that the rest of our lives should stop."
	"Ok, that includes you going out on other dates too.  And if
anyone brings someone home?"
	"I'm still your father, I don't want to know about your other
conquests."
	"Unless there female, right?"
	"Well, I guess I can hear about those," he said with a laugh.
	"And when you bring a woman home, I'll try not to peek...too
much."
	"Well, all right, but I don't know how often that will happen
Sandi.  I still love your mother, and nothing is going to change
that."
	"I know Bob.  But if you ever decide that you want someone
else to share your bed I'll still share mine with you when ever you
want.  Deal?"
	"Well, all right, it's a deal."
	"Shake on it?"
	"I've got a better idea," he said smiling leaning over and
kissing me again.
	Well that put Bob and me more or less on a sort of regular
schedule sharing one bed most of the time, every night and baths and
showers whenever we both felt like it.  We turned into a regular pair
of lovers, no half-half stuff.  It was just like we were married, but
we had to sort of becareful when we were in any sort of public
setting.
	So after the weekend, I had to go to my new school.  I still
thought about Carrie every now and then during the time that I spent
with Bob.  I did miss her, in the little time that we had together I
did start to care for her alot.  She had become I guess one of my
closest friends.
	Just as the buzzer started ringing for the first class I just
made it through the door of my classroom.  "Please take a seat," the
teacher told me pointing towards an empty desk, "you can sit beside
Miss Benchino."
	That name sounds familiar, I thought when I turned to look at
the girl that he was talking about.  I couldn't believe it, it was
Carrie.  My hot little vixen!  We both shared a knowing smile.  And I
decided "maybe the move wasn't all that bad after all."


JD

From your friendly neighbourhood Hawk!!!!

