Chapter 1

Delores and Mike Tiller were lying side by side in bed after one of their frequent lovemaking sessions. They usually fucked at night because their fourteen-year-old daughter, Mabel, often got in bed with them late at night.

"Do you think we ought to be letting Mabel have her piano lesson in the afternoon, Mike?"

"Why not, Delores? That way, when we get home we don't have to listen to that stuff? I like my evenings to be quiet."

"I now Mike... but? Like, he's a good-looking guy and Mabel is... well... she's fourteen now. When I was fourteen all I thought about was... you know?"

"Yes. I know. That's all you think about now, too. Thank God. But there's no need to worry. That guy is as queer as a three dollar bill."

"Uh, maybe? But I'm not sure? I've seen the way she looks at him. And she's been masturbating for at least two years. I know she wants it."

The Tillers were an open-minded couple that had no sexual secrets. Delores had been completely open with him about the pleasure she'd taken from a couple of hugely endowed pre-marital lovers but the extraordinary thickness of her husband's cock more than compensated for it's barely average length. And she'd kept the dildo she'd had before she married him so together they used it to satisfy her occasional craving for that special, belly-filling penetration.

"Do you really think so, dear? I mean, she's still a child?"

"Maybe a child in years but not in body. And don't try to kid me, Mike. I've seen the way you look at her. You'd like to fuck her! I know you would!"

"My God, Delores. I couldn't. She's our daughter. I bet you'd be some pissed off if I ever tried?" Mike's stubby tool swelled as he thought guiltily about fucking his adolescent offspring. How would she react? Would she be upset? Had anyone popped her cherry yet? She was definitely big enough and the idea of having her long legs wrapped around him was exciting. She'd be tighter than Delores, too.

"Not really, Mike. As long as you weren't sneaky about it. It's not like you were going outside the family and cheating on me. When you decide to do it I won't mind. Just make sure you don't get her pregnant."

"I don't know, Delores? But you're right. I do get some very un-fatherly feelings about her. She's an attractive girl."

While Delores and Mike were talking about her, Mabel was working off her own frustration. It really got her hot to lie in bed and listen to her parents fucking. She wished she could see them, too.

Fourteen-year-old Mabel slathered Vaseline on the handle of her mother's whisk and then inserted the tapered handle into the mouth of her lightly furred cunt. Would a real cock feel like this? She pushed the handle in deeper and, with her other hand, she found her hard, little button that was just above where the whisk handle entered her body. What would Mr. Williams, her piano teacher say if she asked him to fuck her? He was a nice guy in a delicate sort of way.

Mabel lay with her legs spread wide, her ripe, young hips undulating slightly in time with the in-out movement of the whisk handle. Sometimes she would push it in until she got a different feeling way up inside and she wondered what it was. Would a man's cock go in that far? How would it feel to have a cock inside her?

And all the while that Mabel was fucking her virgin cunt with the whisk handle the middle finger of her other hand was rubbing her little cum-trigger. She felt the tremors begin in her belly and she bit her lower lip to stifle her breathless gasp when she climaxed.

What would Mom and Dad think if they knew what I was doing? I wonder if Daddy ever thinks about me that way? Would he fuck me? I guess I shouldn't think about him that way but I don't really know why. I love him so why wouldn't it be OK for him to fuck me?

Dale Williams was not happy with his life. He was twenty-six years old and all he had achieved in his life so far was to get the qualifications to teach piano. To teach piano to young kids who were doing it only because their parents thought it was a good idea.

And as if his work wasn't bad enough, his social life was non-existent. He was a twenty six year old male virgin. He was too shy and timid to approach women of his own age and his love life consisted of masturbatory fantasies about fucking the adolescent girls he taught piano to.

Today, as he approached the house he remembered how frustrating these lessons with Mabel Tiller had become. Frustrating but exciting. God! She was only a fourteen years old girl but she was lovely. She didn't pull away from him when he rubbed his leg along hers while they sat side by side on the piano bench. Did she know what he was thinking? She was a pretty girl, her freckles adding to her girlish appeal. What would she do if he slipped his hand inside her blouse and felt one of those lovely tits? No. He had to stop thinking that way. She'd probably tell her parents and at best he'd lose this job. At worst they could report him to the authorities and he'd be in real trouble then, trying to seduce an underaged girl.

Mabel sat close beside her teacher wondering if he thought of her as a lover. Could she ask him? Mabel wore a low cut top and left the first two buttons undone. She didn't have her bra on either. She knew she had nice breasts but right now she wished they were big hooters like Sally's. Then he wouldn't be able to ignore them.

Dale reached across in front of his student to reach the keys on the far right. His bare arm rubbed over the pliant, fleshy mound and through the light fabric of her blouse he could feel a nipple. Was it hard and erect because of the friction from her top? It could be that. He could see that she wasn't wearing a brassiere. Was she sending him a message? Somehow he got through the lesson that day but he had to go to the bathroom in a restaurant and relieve his frustration right after the lesson ended. Was he being a fool? Could he fuck her safely? Would she let him? Would she tell if he tried?

The piano teacher wasn't the only one who needed five-fingered relief after the lesson but the other relief-seeker made a decision. A fateful one.

When Dale arrived for the next lesson Mabel met him at the door. "Hi Mr. Williams," she said in a throaty voice as she tried to sound sexy. He was standing in the entryway and suddenly the girl was pushing up against him. He could feel the firm mounds of her breasts pressing into his chest and he felt her belly make a little squirming motion against his groin. He looked down and saw her pretty face tilted up to his.

Oh yes, Mabel gloated as her teacher's mouth closed over hers. Her lips parted and admitted his thrusting tongue and her insides went liquid with arousal and triumph. She'd been kissed before, sort of. But not like this. Not by a twenty six year old man. The feel of his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth was exciting and the feel of his hard boner pushing against her belly was too, but then he broke off the kiss.

"We'd better get on with your lesson, Mabel." And Dale led his student to the piano bench. "I'm sorry I lost control like that. Are you mad at me?"

"N.N.No, Mr. Williams. I... I guess it was partly my fault." Mabel's bravado had wilted, perhaps from the threatening feel of the man's tool against her body or the aggressiveness of the tongue he'd pushed into her mouth but soon they were back to the regular lesson-play.

"You have lovely breasts, Mabel. They make it difficult for me to concentrate on piano."

"Hee Hee," Mabel giggled nervously. "Don't you think they're too small?"