Hi. I’m Megan. ‘member me? 14? Brunette ponytail? Cute as a button? I go to Our Sisters of Perpetual Orgasm Middle School? Yeah, that’s me.

In “Young Megan, Old George (my neighbor) and Old George’s Old Friends”, naive, inexperienced but very sexual 14 year old me and these three old guys got together to watch each other take our clothes off, masturbate (me) and jerk off (the guys), which was one of my fantasies and of course, also too with the old men, who really seemed to like the dark hair on my vagina and what they called my “perky tits”. In this sequel, the men decide to share some of their experience with me, in a kind of hands-on sex/ed class for a naive young schoolgirl. But is this three old guy sex/ed thing going too far and too fast for 14 year old me? Read on and find out.

What I know about sex I got from internet porno videos, so I’m seriously inexperienced. I don’t understand boys at all but I do have my fantasies about old men that I think about when I masturbate, although I don’t know why old guys turn me on like that. I do know that the Sisters would banish me to Eternal Confessional if they knew but I don’t care. Fantasies are fun and I figure if you’re with someone who also has those same kinda fantasies, then sharing is really cool. Doncha think?

Last time I was telling you about a couple a weeks ago, when I went over to Old George’s house because I found out he’d been peeping on me through the fence connecting our back yards, because that’s where I like to relax after school by pulling up my skirt, spreading my legs, putting my hands inside my white cotton panties and masturbating in the sunshine, while I think about weird stuff, like my father. And so I went over there to talk to him about what he’d been doing and that’s when we did our fantasies, which was, like, ya know, so much fun.

(Old George, by the way, is real old, kind of heavy and pretty bald. And to be honest, his house smells a little musty but you know ... he’s old.)

And then, you’ll remember, I went back to George’s house because he had some fresh baked cookies and milk but he had his two old friends there: Mr. Dow, who looks a lot like Old George and Mr. Jones, a very handsome older gentleman, who looks like that actor, Jeremy Irons, who was in that sexy movie Lolita, who kinda turns me on, he, he) and one thing led to another and we all had our fantasies and we all took off our clothes and the old guys jerked off (don’t get huffy about my language ... that’s what they call it), while I spread my legs over the arms of an easy chair (God, they love my hairy thingee) and masturbated while they watched me ... twice! Well, they have their fantasies too, right? It’s only fair. Oh, and when the guys jerked off? Their stuff kinda went on me but that’s what friends are for. It’s nice to have old friends to share your fantasies with. Especially if you’re a pretty, 14 year old, girl next girl.

So anyway, since then, when I’ve masturbated, I’ve been fantasizing about other stuff, you know, like in the pornos, except with my old man friends. But the truth is, I don’t know anything about sex at all and I’m so inexperienced and I’m already in the 9th grade. I mean, how am I ever gonna learn? By the way ... did I mention I fantasize about old guys? Weird, right?

So you remember all this stuff, right? Good, because now we’re into the sequel and this is what’s going on now:

It’s late at night and I’m in my bed. I’m lying on my left side, my head is on my pillow, my knees are drawn up in a kind of fetal position and all I’m wearing are a pair of white cotton panties. Pushing the elastic waist band aside, I have one hand down the front, through my vagina hair and inside and the other hand is down the back, to my behind. It’s a little awkward but I like to touch my vagina and my rectum at the same time. (OK, my cunt and my asshole. Seems no one says vagina and rectum anymore.)

I’m sliding my fingers along the wet slit in the front and touching the lips and then I put them inside myself, sliding back and forth against my clit, which is a lotta fun. At the same time, I’m kind of tickling the rim of my little hole in my behind, which feels so nice but then I push my finger inside a little and move it around, which feels insane.

I’m pretending Old George’s friend, Mr. Dow is fingering my puffy pussy (Do you like that? Puffy pussy? On a 14 year old girl?) and his other friend, Mr. Jones has his finger inside my behind and he’s wiggling it around and while they’re doing that, I’m licking Old George’s penis and he starts sliding it in and out of my mouth, which is called a blow job and he makes loud grunty sounds and shoots his stuff into my mouth and I’m getting very excited rubbing myself and ooooo, I’m pushing my pussy against my hand and I’m having a wonderful little orgasm with my oh-so-naughty fantasy. Ahhh, sigh. Aren’t fantasies wonderful ... if you’re a 14 year old girl ... who digs old grandfather guys? Ummm, this was nice. Nite, nite.

It’s a sunny day. I’m walking home from school at the usual time, my heavy back pack is full of text books that I’m really looking forward to putting down. When I pass Old George’s house, which is next to ours, I see two cars out front, which probably means George has company.

Anyway, one of them is a red convertible and it is so effin’ hot, I can’t help but stop to check it out. It looks like a rocket ship and it smells brand new. Wow. Cool car. I’ll bet it belongs to Mr. Jones and in my mind I have a picture of a naked Mr. Jones, with his big boner and his face and his tongue in my puss, like from last time, when I let him do his fantasy on me. Oh, my God! Ha, ha, ha. He’s so effin’ gorgeous. I turn to go into my house when George’s screen door opens and he sticks his head out.

“Hi, Megan. How are you, dear?”

“Hi ya, George. You waiting for me to get home again?”, I said cheerily. He’s such a perv. I love him. “You got a new car, George?”

He ignored the question about waiting for me. “Oh, no, dear. That beauty belongs to Mr. Jones, who happens to be visiting me today; along with Mr. Dow. You know, it so happens that I just put some chocolate chip cookies in the oven. There’s plenty, if you’d care to have some. I even have some fresh milk to help wash them down. Why don’t you stop in for some?”

I freakin’ love chocolate chip cookies. “I’d love to, George but I have to study.”

“Nonsense, my dear. Plenty of time for that later. The cookies will never be fresher. Come on. Besides, maybe Mr. Jones will give us a ride in his new car.”

“A ride? In that red rocket ship? OK, wow!”

I go up his walkway to his front door. He holds it open for me and I go in. As usual, the house has that old person’s smell but he has the AC on, so it’s not too bad. I see Mr. Jones and I feel a funny little tingle between my legs. I also smell baking cookies. Whoa. Something inside me is, like, wow. Mr. Dow, who looks a lot like Old George, is there too. The three old guys from last time.

“Hi Mr. Jones. How are you? You, too, Mr. Dow.”

“Why hello, Megan.” Mr. Jones says. Nice to see you. I’ve been thinking about you.”

“Gosh, Mr. Jones, that’s nice. Funny thing, though ... I’ve been thinking about you, too. In fact, I was thinking about you just last night.”

“Were you having a fantasy, Megan?”

“I was, Mr. Jones.” I chuckled a little nervously, remembering the fantasy. Oh, fuck, ha, ha.

“Oh and you were in it, also, Mr. Dow. And you, too, George.”

They all smiled at me. “You’ll have to tell us about it, dear”, said Mr. Dow. After all, it’s our pleasure to share fantasies about having sex with you.”

George came into the room with a tray of the fresh, out-of-the-oven cookies and a glass of milk. He placed them on the rickety folding table near our favorite easy chair. The same one I’d spread my legs on last week.

“Oo, yummies, George.” I dove in.

“Oo yummies?” Mr. Dow asked of no one in particular.

Jones spoke up: “Yes, ‘oo yummies’, Dow. She’s 14, for God’s sake.”

“Mlbfmbbl?” I wolfed down the cookie in chunks. Ugh, gag. Yummies.

“I know I shouldn’t talk with my mouth full and that’s what happens when I do. I’m sorry.”

“It’s quite alright, my dear”, said George. “We like watching anything you do. Please, there’s plenty of cookies.”

I scarfed down a few more and felt really good. Warm cookies and milk. Yummies. Then I noticed they were trying to look up my skirt again, the old pervs. Ha, ha, ha. But they know I like letting them watch me take my clothes off, so I spread my legs a little further, so they could see the crotch of my panties.

“So whose red car is that out front? It looks like a rocket ship. Is that a sports car? It smells brand new.”

“I have that honor”, said Mr. Jones. (Fuck, he’s hot. Makes my teenage pussy hot and wet.) It’s called a Ferrari and this one is a 4- seater and yes, my dear, it’s new. Brand new. I see you’ve enjoyed a few of George’s yummie cookies, Megan, so if you’re through, I’ll take us all for a ride. Would you like that, sweetheart?”

“Gosh, yes, Mr. Jones!”

“Excellent. And by the way, Megan, honey?”

“Yes, Mr. Jones?”

“From now on, please call me “Daddy”. It’s one of my fantasies, so it’ll be alright. OK?”

I got that it would be one of our fantasies, which I really like, but I didn’t understand the part about ‘Daddy’ but whatever.

“OK, Daddy,” I agreed, cheerily. I didn’t know what was going on with this ‘Daddy’ thing but It’s all good.

“And Megan?”, asked George. “Please refer to Mr. Dow as Uncle Dow and me as Grandpa George, OK?”

“OK but soo ... how come, Grandpa George? Why’s that?”

“Because that’s part of our fantasies, sweetheart”, said Mr. Jones. “And we know you like fantasies, right? (Like, yeah?) Now ... shall we go for our ride? You’re in the front seat, next to me, my dear.”

“Oh boy, Mr. Jones.”

“It’s Daddy, my dear daughter Megan ... Daddy.”

“Right. Oh, boy. Let’s go for a drive, Daddy.”

“You guys remembered to take your Viagra, I hope”, said Mr. J ... uhh, Daddy.

“Yup”, said Grandpa George.

“Me too”, said Uncle Dow

“Daddy? What’s Viagra?”

“It’s vitamins, honey. Vitamins for older gentlemen.”

I grabbed one more cookie and we all went outside and piled into Mr. Jon ... uh, Daddy’s new Ferrari. Grandpa George and Uncle Dow sat in the back and I jumped into the front. I was so excited that I didn’t even notice that my skirt had bunched up to my thighs. Daddy sat in the front, buckled his seatbelt and started the car. Wow, what a sound. We took off. Before we went very far he looked down at my legs and thighs. I probably should have been more modest but by this time, I didn’t think it mattered. Besides ... I liked it.

I’ve never driven in a convertible and certainly not in a sports car like this. We got on the highway. Oh ... my ... God, it was so fast. The wind was blowing my hair, my pony tail whipping around out the back of my Marlins baseball cap, flying in the wind. The engine’s vibrations were tickling my thighs. He called it “going through the gears.” I felt free. Indestructible. I’m going to live forever! And I’m with three old men who want to fuck a 14 year old virgin.

“So how was school today, sweetheart?”

“Hm? What? Oh, sorry, Mr ... er, Daddy. What was that?”

I hadn’t been paying attention and the wind made it pretty noisy.

“I asked you how was school today?” He looked down at my thighs again. I like when he does that.

“Same ol’, Daddy. That annoying Bobby, whose book locker is next to mine in the hallway, found some lame excuse to feel my behind.”

“What did you do, honey?” asked Grandpa George from the back seat. With the wind, it was hard to hear him.

“I punched him, Grandpa. I really smacked him.”

“Ha, ha. Good for you, sweetheart. It’s not like when I touched your behind, was it?”

“Oh, no, Uncle Dow. Not like that at all. This was gross. And Bobby has all those pimples and his thing is always pushing his pants out.”

Daddy asked: “I was just wondering, Sweetie. Are you wearing your white cotton panties, today?”

“No, daddy. I’m wearing pink cotton panties today. Would you like to see them?”

“Why yes, my beautiful child. Show them to me, please.”

It was difficult with the seatbelt but I pulled my blue school skirt up as far as I could and spread my thighs a little and that showed the crotch of my pink panties. There was a little stain where my puss was. It’s his fault.

“I love the look of your pink panties against the dark blue of your school skirt, honey.”

The seats were very close together and Daddy reached over and cupped me between my thighs, on the bump of my puss. He felt around slowly and rubbed the slit through the material. Fuck! What was he doing to me?

“I can feel the wetness in her cunt, through the pink cotton of her panties, gentlemen. 14 years old. My God, what a find. George, we really owe you.”

“Megan, dear? Can you pull up your skirt till it shows the pink elastic waist of your panties?”

“Sure, daddy.”

It was a little tricky but I managed to pull the skirt up enough to show the pink elastic.

“Ah, I knew it. A little pink bow on the elastic. Makes me want to put my face into your pink crotch, Megan. Yummies.”

“You’re funny, Daddy.”

It was then that my grandpa and my uncle looked in between the front seats, in between my thighs, at my panties. Grandpa, who was sitting behind me, reached around the seat and put his hand on my left breast and squeezed me through my blouse and my bra.

“Are you feeling me up, Grandpa?” As he tweaked my nipple.

“Why yes, dear. It’s yummies.” And we all laughed at that and we continued to enjoy the drive in Daddy’s new sports car, as Grandpa continued massaging my left breast.

“Sweetheart?”, Daddy asked. Your Uncle and your Grandpa and I have been talking about you.”

“Yes, Daddy? Like what?” I was enjoying Grandpa’s fondling of my boob.

“Well, as much as we enjoyed sharing our fantasies with you...”

“We certainly did”, Grandpa chimed in as he continued to feel my left breast, making my nipple push against the soft material of my blouse and my bra.

“Well, sweetheart, we feel that you’re of an age that you should know more about sex than you do.”

“I watch porn videos on the internet, Daddy.”

“Yes, well, porn videos aren’t the same as knowing what you’re doing, honey, so we’ve decided we’re going to teach you. We’re going to give you a class on sex/ed. Would you like that?”

“Oh yes, Daddy. Teach me about sex. But all of you?”

“Oh yes, my dear”, said Uncle Dow, who was sitting behind my Daddy. “All of us, for sure.”

I turned around to look at Uncle Dow and I saw that he was rubbing himself. They all seem to touch themselves a lot. Is that because they’re around a 14 year old girl, who is spreading her legs so they can see her pink cotton panties?

“Are you having a fantasy, Uncle Dow?”

“You have no idea, my dear child.”

“OK, it’s settled then”, said Daddy. “No time like the present.” And we got off at the next exit and turned back to George’s house for sex/ed.

“My little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy?”

“Spread your legs as far as you can, honey and pull the pink elastic that’s around your thigh to the side. Make sure your blue, pleated skirt is pulled up high, so I can see.”

“Like this, daddy?” And I pulled my skirt up as high as I could, so my father and my uncle and my granddad could see my panties. They like looking at me with my clothes off and I like that they do. It’ll be our family secret.

Meanwhile, daddy is brushing the lips of my pussy with his fingertips. Then, oh my God, he touches my clit and then he slides his finger into me and wiggles it around. Oh fuck, I’m so wet.

“You are so wet, my little girl.”

“Yes, Daddy, I am.”

“Tell me. How old are you little girl?”

“I’m 14, Daddy.

My little girl panties feel funny around my private place, with your finger there. But Daddy?”

“Yes, honey.”

“Please do it harder? Please, daddy? And faster?”

As my father twists his fingers inside my 14 year old pussy, I’m pushing against his hand and I yell, “Grandpa George? Uncle Dow? Can you see Daddy? Watch Daddy. With his finger in me? He’s fingering his daughter. In my vagina. In my cunt. Oh, my God, do it harder, daddy! Do it in front of your friends.”

“We can see, baby girl. And we’re stroking our cocks while we watch you with your father’s hand in your cunt. Stroking our cocks. Our 70 year old cocks, watching a pretty 14 year old girl getting fingered by her father.”

It was so nice. “Oh, fuck. Do it. FUCK! Ahhhhh!!!!!!!!”

A little out if breath. “Whew. Wow. Whoa. Oo, oo.”

I wasn’t expecting that. Fuck, where did that even come from?

“Megan?”

“Yes, Uncle Dow?”

“Can you have more than one orgasm at a time?”

“Oh, yes” said Old, er, Grandpa George. “I’ve been watching her masturbate since she was 12, Dow (See ‘Megan, Old George & Old George’s Old Friends’) and I can assure you she is multi orgasmic. There’s a lot more in the tank.”

“Can we go back home now, Daddy? I think it’s time for Sex/Ed.”

On the way home, riding in this powerful sports car, feeling the afterglow of my wonderful orgasm at the fingers of my wonderful old guy, Mr. Jones, who has me calling him Daddy, which I don’t really understand but don’t mind. One thing I’ve learned, though, is that my neighbor, Old George and his friends, Mr. Dow and Mr Jones, like to say the words when they’re doing sex fantasies. And you know what? I like it. ‘Put your finger in me, daddy. Put it in me deep.’ Fuck, yeah.

Mr. Jones drove really fast and we got back to George’s house in no time. As soon as we parked, we all hurried into George’s house. It felt like there was a lot of energy in the air, kind of like we were all expecting something to happen. But what did I know about these things? I was only 14.

“Grandpa George, I have to pee. Can I use the bathroom?”

“Of course, sweetheart. Uhh, do you mind if we watch?”

“Gee, Grandpa. No one’s ever watched me pee before. Is that sex ed?”

“Why yes, dear, it is.”

“Yeah, I guess it’d be OK.”

It was funny. I walked to the bathroom and they all followed me in. Whatever.

I sat down on the bowl and pulled my pink panties down, my school skirt covering everything else.

“Honey?”

“Yes, daddy?”

“Could you hold your skirt up and maybe get off the seat a little so we can see the pee coming out?”

“All of you want to watch me pee?”

“Yes, child. We all wish to watch you pull down your panties and watch your pee coming out of you.”

“You’re funny, daddy but OK, sure.”

I raised myself up and lifted my skirt but before I could pee, they all opened up their pants and took their penises out and started pulling on themselves. I wonder if they do that when I’m not around?

At first they were all standing around me but then they got down on their knees but they continued to pull on themselves.

“Oh God, I can see her cunt. The cunt of a 14 year old girl”, said Uncle Dow as he pulled on himself. “I love the filmy hair she has on it.”

“Daddy, I gotta go. Can I pee now?”

“Yes, sweetheart. Let it flow.”

And I let my pee go. The yellow liquid splashed as it hit the water in the toilet. And the three old men watched it come out of my pee hole and pulled on their cocks as it did. When I finished, I wiped off the last drops, pulled up my panties and straightened my skirt. I washed my hands, flushed and we went back into the living room. Daddy, Granddad and Uncle sat in the couch and I just sorta stood in front of them, not sure what to do.

“You guys liked watching me pee?”

“Oh yes, sweetheart”, my daddy said. “We like everything you do but now it’s time for sex education.”

“I’m ready, Daddy. What are you gonna teach me first?”

It was funny the way they looked at one another and sorta grinned. It was a funny kinda smile. Kinda like they knew a secret that only they knew. Whatever.

“First of all, Megan, old guys like us like to show our cocks and our bodies to young girls like you, so we’re going to strip naked and show you our old, wrinkled bodies; balls, cocks, assholes, everything.”

“Is that sex education, Daddy? Looking at you naked?”

“Oh, yes, my dear, sweet child. Oh, yes it is.”

“Yummies. I’d like that, daddy.”

The three men took off all their clothes and when they were naked, they stroked their cocks. They seemed to be in an awful hurry to teach me things about sex; which was OK, because I was in a hurry to learn.

Grandpa George cleared his throat. “Yes, my granddaughter, you and I will begin. Men like to look at a young girl in her underwear, so kindly remove your blouse for me and show us your bra. And remember to say what you are doing. As you know, we like the words.”

“Yes, Grandpa. I’m unbuttoning my white school blouse for you, so you can see my white, lacy bra. Now I’m pulling it out of my school skirt, taking it off and dropping it to the floor.

“Grandpa? It’s a little sexy, with white lace under my breasts and along the side. I hope that’ll be alright.”