The story begins on an enchanted isle off the coast of
Georgia in a chain that is locally, and affectionately, know as 
the Golden Isles. My parents had bought a beachside duplex down 
there and under the guise of eminent academic burnout I conned 
them into letting me live there for the summer, rent free. I 
agreed to a few chores in exchange for rent and the deal was set.
I needed only to find a tenant for the other side, keep the yards 
in order, that sort of thing. Simple enough. I put up a flyer in 
some of the shop windows at the pier and by that afternoon, I had 
a response.
	My potential lessee was an older but, very attractive 
woman with two daughters. One, Amy, was about my age, 23, and the
other, Isis, was much younger, in fact she was only 14 ! I never
knew their mother's real name. She always insisted that everyone
call her "Sunny," which was a comment on her perpetual, marijuana
induced mood, and the general strangeness of this "family." 
	Being the same age, Amy and I began to spend a lot of time
together just hanging out at the beach, smoking her mother's pot,
and talking about life. Often her "little" sister, Isis, would tag
along. Amy was pretty. She was slim with long, straight auburn 
hair and had a firm, girlish body. Her complexion was very fair so 
she wore a lot of hats and really only went to the beach at all
to please me. Isis, on the other hand, was truly beautiful. 
Everywhere that we went she would draw stares. She had long dark
brown hair and an olive complexion. Her eyes were very large and 
so dark blue that, at times, they appeared almost violet. She had
perfect, white teeth that smiled out from between sprite-like
dimples and from under her high cheekbones. But it was her body
that you just could *not* stop looking at. She had large full 
breast that simply defied gravity. She wasn't tall, perhaps 5'6"
or so but, she was proportioned flawlessly. Her legs were long and
dark and her ass was small but, it was as if it cut into the back 
of her thighs, like her celestial designer wanted to make *sure* 
you noticed.
	As I said, her sister really hated the beach so it was
usually Isis and I, that played on wave gliders and splashed 
around in the water. I would just stare at her while she was
laughing, water rushing over her body and I would feel so
guilty because I just wanted to fuck her right there on the 
beach. I always said to myself that, no matter what, I would not
let this relationship go anywhere beyond "playmates." Believe me,
I had to remind myself of this constantly...
	Sunny was gone a lot. She, understandably, met a lot of 
men and spent a lot of her time with them, often several days at a 
stretch. She would leave Amy and Isis plenty of money which we 
would spend on liquor, videos, and great gobs of fancy food. Such
an occasion led to my *first* faliure to live up to my own 
"hands off" maxim. I was jumping rope, in my never ending attempt
to keep the voluminous amounts of alcohol that we consumed from 
reaching my waistline, when Isis came in. She just sat in a chair
and watched me. I tried to keep going, partly because she made me
nervous, partly simply to show off, and partly because I was 
guilty for wanting to show off for a fourteen year old girl.
She didn't get up or interupt me. She just stared at me with
those incredible eyes and she was making no effort to hide all
the areas at which she was looking. I kept going because this 
was *really* making me nervous. Her eyes were wandering up and
down my body and she sat there with this serene, self assured, 
almost smug, impression on her face and then the unthinkable
happened.....
              I began to get a rageing boner ! 
	
	I was now begining to panic. I couldn't stop jumping 
although my heart was about to explode. I had a girl sitting 
two feet away, stareing at my continually expanding cock, leaning
forward in her chair even ! She looked like she wanted to laugh at
me but, was holding it back. Finally she leaned back in her chair
and said "why don't you take a break, you're making me nervous."
I've always wondered if the irony was intentional. In addition to
possessing a body beyond her years, her wit was sharp, appropriate,
and pulled no punches. I sat in a chair on the opposite side of
the room trying to collect my thoughts with my heart pounding 
inside my ribcage, even my eyes seemed to pulsate with the efforts 
of my heart. I just kept pathetically repeating to myself that she 
was young, the daughter of my tenant and *ILLEGAL* She got up and
went into the kitchen to get me a glass of water. She was wearing
a white tee shirt that accented her tan and short, cut off blue 
jeans. As usual, she was wearing no bra and those fabulous breasts
lept beneath her shirt like two puppies fighting thier way out of
a paper bag. I was wearing only gym shorts, footies, tennis shoes,
and a thick, pouring layer of perspiration. 
	She came back with the water and, instead of handing it to
me, she stradled my lap and poured in my mouth. My dick was 
growing so hard that, to my horror, it litterally poped out of my 
shorts and was inching up my stomach. She set the glass down and 
leaned forward putting her arms around my neck . Her white shirt, 
which was getting soaked with my sweat, became practically 
transparent. My resolve melted. I was utterly, idiotically, 
incapable of movement. She stopped inches from my face and looked 
at me again with that smug, mischeivious look then she kissed me.
As soon as her lips touched mine, it was like a chain reaction. I 
kissed her back. I ran my hands over her diamond-hard nipples 
clutching a breast that was too full to fit entirely in my hand. 
Her skin smelled like coconut sun tan lotion. Her lips were full 
and her tongue sweet. She reached down and grabbed the top of my 
prick. My obstinent member was so hot that her touch seemed almost 
startlingly cold. She began to knead it up and down. I lifted her 
up and set her gently down on the floor. Part of my brain was 
screaming "what are you doing ?!!!! You're going to go to jail! 
You're a pervert !" but, the other part was answering "Fuck you, 
this is quite possibly as good as life can get !"
	Pulling her shirt over her head, I could see the tan 
lines, small areas that her bikinis had fought in vain to conceal
from the sun. I took an erect nipple in my mouth and could taste 
the salt of my own sweat on her. I sucked each of her breasts,
licking and teasing the nipples. I was amazed at how firm they 
were since they were so large. Licking my way down her stomach, I
tasted ocean salt in her navel. I undid her shorts with my teeth 
and reached up under her legs to grab her shorts. Having pulled 
them down her lovely legs, I cast them aside and buried my face in
her sweet pussy. It smelled fresh, like clothes that have dried 
outside on the line. The lack of customary odor almost caused me 
to stop, thinking it was something emblamatic of the innocence 
that I was about to defile. But, looking at her... spread out on 
the floor, watching me, waiting... I thrust my tongue in and out 
of her, intermitently stoping to suck on her clit. She was bracing 
her feet and arching her back, grinding into my face. From my 
nose to my chin, I was covered in her jucies . When I took her 
clit in my mouth again, she moaned out loud and grabed my hair 
pushing my face into her crotch. I just held my head still with 
her clit in my mouth and let her ride my face. Finally she reached 
down, taking my face in her hands, and urged me up and over her 
body. I was reluctent to kiss her because I didn't know if she'd 
want me to after eating her out but she began to lick my face ! 
Like she was starving for the taste of her own body. We kissed 
again, long and hard. 
	I began to pull my shorts down and she hunched underneath 
me. I thought that she was merely going to help me pull off my 
shorts but, instead she pulled them down and rolled me onto my 
back. She stradled me again. She shook her hair out and it fell 
over us so it was as if we were in a little private tent 
constructed from her hair. She looked at me and said "don't feel 
bad, we both wanted this." I felt very foolish for believing I was 
able to conceal my lascivious thoughts and was startled that such 
insight could exist in a "child." She kissed me on my chin, 
trailing down my adam's apple and to my chest. She ran her hands 
through my chest hair and began trailing her kisses down my 
stomach and I realized where she was headed. 
	Isis took my pulsating dick in her hand and pulled it up. 
She ran her tongue over the head and looked up at me almost 
tentively, with my now purple prick still poised at her lucious, 
full lips, like she wasn't sure exactly what to do with it. I 
managed to gasp out "take it in your mouth" and, after some 
thought and with much more resolve, "and watch your teeth." My 
dick was so stiff that she had to bend her neck all the way down 
to be able to get it in her mouth, since it was flagpole straight 
and against my stomach. Isis must have been blessed by the Goddess 
because she gave me the best head I have ever had. Her perfect 
teeth never hurt me. Her silky, warm mouth moving slowly up and 
down my cock, the feel of her soft hair shifting on my stomach as 
she moved, the entire vertigo of never fully catching my breath, 
all acted to bring the inevitable a lot sooner than I would have 
liked. I tried to hold back but, I couldn't. Somehow I managed, 
against every law of male nature, to choke out a warning to her. 
"I'm...gonna...cum,...you'd...better stop now." To my amazement, 
with my dick still in her mouth, she shook her head no ! I thought 
perhaps she hadn't understood me. "I...really...can't...wait !!!" 
In response, she began to suck me harder. Pumping her mouth up and 
down, taking me deeper in and defying the gag reflex. I leaned 
back, giving in to the utter lack of control that had 
characterized this forbidden event from the beginning. My cock was
filling up, preparing to shoot. I ran my hands through her hair 
and held her head while I spurted shot after shot of scalding 
sperm into her mouth. It seemed like I came forever like the 
spasms would never end. She was trying to swallow it all. Even 
after I had finally stoped cumming, she was still swallowing the 
sperm that she had in her mouth. As she rose up to my face again, 
a thin sting of sperm stretched from her mouth to my cock. She 
caught it with her finger which she stuck in her mouth and looked 
at me. Isis leaned down to kiss me, which given the recent 
contents of her mouth, I found a little disturbing. I tried to 
kiss her with my mouth closed and she leaned back on her hauches, 
pressing her warm cunt against my still throbbing cock, and stared 
at me. Under her gaze, I was again trapped by the weight of my own 
hypocrasy, and relented. She kissed me hard and I could taste my 
own sperm, I could smell my cum on her breath. It appeared that 
the taste of salt was to be a theme that would forever bind my 
memory to her.
	My cock did not get flacid. Indeed, it was as hard and 
as hot, and as purple as ever. I rolled her over on her back and 
pushed her legs apart. I rubbed my cock up and down her slit and
then eased it in until just the head was inside and let her 
push against me at her own pace. She wrapped her legs over the 
back of mine and began inching down, pushing my cock slowly into 
her. Her face was undecipherable. At one level, I seemed to be 
hurting her but, at another, she was concentrating with such 
feverish intensity on getting me inside her it seemed she was 
trying to transfer the center of her consciousness to the opening 
of her vagina. To be honest, it was hurting me too. It was
like trying to have relations with a coke bottle or something. She
relaxed her body and pulled her legs up around my waist. I moved 
slowly, torturously, back and forth, each time getting a little
more inside her. Suddenly, however, her pussy sort of "gave way"
and I was able, gradually, to build up a rythm. Her face still 
looked like she was trying to do math tables in her head or 
something but, as the tempo increased and when there was finally 
no more dick to be crammed into her, her expression changed. She 
pulled her knees up with her hands and spread her legs wider and 
began to match my movement stroke for stroke. She began to breath 
faster and then to moan. And then she spoke....

       "Fuck me, Jody. God,... YES!, Come on !!!!" 

	I was literally slamming into her and knew that soon, I 
was going to cum again, this time, I thought, into her tight, wet
pussy but, she released her legs and grasped my shoulders pulling
me down to her. "Don't come in me..." she said. It seemed like a 
resonable request. She was having more forethought than I and 
wished to avoid pegnancy, I assumed. But then Isis pulled me 
against her and breathed into my ear "I want you to do it in my
mouth, do it in my mouth again...........O.K ?" Hey, I was never
one to argue, I pounded into her with wild abandon, watching her 
beautiful breast giggle with every motion. She was groaning now. 
She wrapped her legs around me and began to hunch against me. 
When I looked down at her and she was biting her lower lip. "Let
me know when, Jody." she said. "When" I growled seconds later and
pulled out of her. I sat back on my feet and she rose to her knees
in front of me and took my dick in her mouth. This time, I could
actually see my dick sliding in and out of her mouth. I noticed 
that she was drawing her lips back over her teeth as she sucked 
me. That's a trick that some girls never learn and she knew it
instinctively. 
	I watched her beautiful face, her eyes now closed, 
moving over my bloody cock and I new that I could hold back no
longer. There was not as much cum this time but, the orgasm seemed
even more intense. I actually felt that I might lose consiousness.
She gulped all my sperm down and kept sucking me until I finally
reaced down and tugged her away from my dick.
	She looked up at me with violet eyes. Her lips were 
crimson and pouty, from the blood that engorged them from within. 
Her chin, and one corner of her mouth, were speckled with another 
blood from off of my cock. I kissed her again again tasting 
salt...


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