Lilith. Rag to Riches part 2. From a girl to a woman.

After the guys left I went up to the lounge and plonked myself on the sofa. I switched the TV on with the sound turned low.
There was nothing on worth watching so I put two cushions behind my head and lay down. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened with Luke and Henri. 'Was she the one behind their sexual exploits or did he start it? God, he was fit though and he could have got into my knickers at any time. Henry could too.'
'In a few short hours I had gone from an innocent school girl who would blush at anything slightly rude to thinking about sex and how could I do it for real.'

I unbuttoned my pyjama top and lazily played with my breasts. Suddenly my nipples were very sensitive. Just running my fingertips over them made me feel nice. I gently squeezed them with my thumbs and fingers. 'MMMMMM so good,' I thought. I was getting a tingle between my legs so I squeezed them harder until it hurt. But it was a nice hurt. My vagina was now throbbing so I slipped one hand into my pyjama bottoms.
My slit was soaking wet. Sliding a finger along it I touched my button and I shivered.
'This was wrong but nice at the same time.'
Remembering what Henri has said about how I tasted, I put my wet finger to my mouth and sucked it. It wasn't unpleasant like I thought it would be but it wasn't sweet either.
I kicked off my bottoms and spread my legs wide. I rubbed my hand over my vagina while pulling on my nipples with the other hand. It was a wonderful feeling the harder I rubbed the better the feeling. I slipped two fingers inside my now very wet vagina. They made a squelching noise.
I'd never felt like this until Henri messed with me. I just gave myself a little rub some times but she and Luke had switched something on in my head.
I arched my back to give me more pleasure. Suddenly I got a feeling of overwhelming happiness as my vagina started to leak my juices and my chest went right so I could hardly breathe.
I moved my left hand down and started to rub my pearl which by now was like a little penis. That did it. My whole body started to shake, I was in the throes of an orgasm but I didn't know that then, it was just fantastic.
I was gasping for air and tears were streaming down my face. Suddenly the feelings hit a high and I screamed out "fuck yes, god I love it."
I stopped and my body fell flat on the sofa. I was drenched in sweat and I could hear and feel my heart thumping in my chest.
My body slowly relaxed so I rolled into the floor. My arms and legs felt weak but I managed to stand up all though I was a bit wobbly.
I made my way up to the bathroom to clean myself up and when I walked in the door to my horror the panties I had worn today we're on the floor. I knew I had hidden them in the wash basket so how did they get on the floor. I soon found out.
As I picked them up I felt that they were sticky and wet. I turned them inside out and saw that the crotch was covered in thick white goo. Then it hit me, somebody had masturbated on my dirty knickers. 'That's disgusting' I thought as I put them back in the basket. 'I'll ask dad to have a word with Tommy and John tomorrow. It not right that they should do something like that on my stuff.'
I cleaned myself up and went to the boy's room to get my cider and chocolates. It was very tidy seeing it was a guy’s room. Everything was in it's a place, bed made and it actually smelled nice.
I got my things and as I turned I noticed some books and magazines behind the door. They were dirty mags with pictures of naked men and women doing it. 'Interesting' I thought and took a few, plus a book with was called Erotic Fantasies and Stories. 'Should be fun' I thought and went back down to the lounge.
I moved the coffee table close to the sofa and put the cans of cider on it, opened the box of chocolates then lay down. I was comfortable with my drink and chockies within easy reach.
I looked at the mags which had men with big penises poking into women vaginas. They were all perfect looking but it wasn't really sexy seeing it in graphic detail.
I picked up the book and started reading the short stories.
There was one story about a young woman who let older men have sex with her for money and gifts. She allowed them to use her body how they liked. All the men were over 50 years of age and one of her favourites was Stan who was 82.
He couldn't get his cock hard so she let him eat her wet cunt, her words not mine. He took his false teeth out and she would sit on his face while sucked and licked her private parts which she loved. Sometimes she would bend forward and suck his soft cock until he shot his load into her mouth.
Occasionally, he asked her to pee in his mouth and several times she had to do a poo in his mouth which he enjoyed. 'Yuk, how discussing is that. That's not sex, is it?'

I went to the next story. This was about a woman who met two guys and couldn't decide which one she liked best so she had sex with them both, at the same time. It went into great detail of how she allowed them to fuck her in both her dripping cunt and her tight arsehole. The story contained graphic details of her and their feeling as the guy shoot their loads into her body. Then how she sucked their dirty cocks clean afterwards. It made me think about my brothers and how we could do it exactly same, then I dismissed that thought right away. 'Eew sex with them two, no way.'
I drank my cider and ate over half the box of chocolates and was starting to feel a little bit drunk. Time to call it a day I thought and collected my PJs the book and mags and my half-eaten box of chocolates and went to bed.
I normally slept in my PJs or a nightie but it was far too warm so I lay on top of the sheets and drifted off into a deep and satisfying sleep.

I woke up. It was Saturday morning, the boys would be at work so I could ask dad to tell the guys about soiling my panties. I put a pair of white cotton panties and a vest on then visited the bathroom. When I'd finished I grabbed the wash basket and went downstairs to the kitchen. I sorted the washing out, checking the guy's trousers for money, the loose change went into my secret stash and the notes we're given back to the owner. I didn't mind doing the washing dad and the boys gave me spends each week and it wasn't a difficult job.
Once the machine was running I made a brew of tea for dad in a big mug and took it upstairs to his bedroom. He always likes a lie-in on Saturday morning.

"Morning daddy," I said not bothering to knock. There was a quick rustling of the sheets and dad replied "morning sprout," slightly out of breath.
"Here's your tea your majesty I said, bowing as I did so." We both laugh and dad sat up in bed. I placed the tea on the nightstand and gave dad a kiss then sat on the bed.
There was a bulge in the sheet which could only be his penis. The sheet was around his waist below his navel so quite a lot of his wonderful naked body was showing. His muscular arms and chest, his flat stomach and boyish good looks, I started to feel a tingle between my legs. 'He's is 42 so he could be my sugar daddy like in the story I thought.'
'Stop it now I said to myself, he's your father, go out and get a boyfriend of your own age.'

I quickly came back to reality. "Dad, can I ask you a couple of questions, please?"
"Of course you can sprout," he said taking hold of my hand. "Fire away."
"Now that I'm 16 and nearly a woman, would it be possible for me to call you by your first name, Jack instead of dad? The boys do."
"Of course, you can sprout. You have grown into a beautiful woman Lilith."
"I'm not quite a woman yet Jack," I replied, feeling proud that I had called him Jack.
He lifted his eyebrows and said, "And your other question is?"
"It's a bit embarrassing but here goes I said. Could you please have a word with Tommy and John? Last night I found a pair of my worn panties on the bathroom floor and when I picked them up I found out that one of them had masturbated in them, leaving a large amount of semen on the crotch area. I would like them to stop, please."
Dad reached for his tea and took a large drink. "It was me," he said almost inaudible.
"What?" I shouted.
"I did it. It was me who soiled your panties," he said.
I jumped up off the bed and moved to the wall. "Why? What the fuck? Who gave you the right to have a wank and then cum in my dirty knickers you fucking perv." I was fuming.
"Lilith, I can explain sweet."
"Okay, you dirty old bastard, explain and it better be a fucking good one." I stood with my hands on my hips. My blood was boiling and I was shaking with rage.

"After your mother passed away I was in shock. I found it very difficult to understand why she had left me but I had three young children to look after. I could have put you into care but no, I decided to raise you myself with help from the neighbours."
"Food was plain but you never starved. Your clothes were threadbare sometimes and sometimes hand me downs but you always had new underwear and shoes."
I started to feel awful at my outburst. I knew he had struggled but he did a good job raising three kids on his own.
"As you grew up you became more like your mother every day. Now you are 16 the resemblance to her is unreal. The same smile, walk, voice even the same smell."
"I probably shouldn't tell you this but your mother was just 16 the first time we made love. It was so passionate yet gentle. It was the best sex we ever had and we did have lots of sex during her short life."
He started to well up and I heard a slight tremble in his voice. I got a lump in my throat.

"Lilith every time I see you now I see your mother. I couldn't resist doing what I did. I am so sorry," he said and put his hands to his face and wept.

My heart sank like a stone. Dad crying was something I had never seen before.
It was obvious to me that Jack missed his wife terribly and as I reminded him of her I took the decision to help him.
After removing my vest and panties, I walked to him and gently pushed him back so he lay on the bed. I pulled the sheet off his naked body and straddled him. His cock was soft but not for too long I hoped.
I looked into his eyes, he looked stunned.
"I'm here for you baby, your Elisabeth is back and I have missed you so much."
Jack went to speak but I placed my finger on his lips and said: "actions speak louder than words my darling, it's been 16 long years since I have felt you strong body next to mine and I want us to make love as we did all those years ago."
I kissed away his tears the kissed his lips. I could see he was confused but he was now under my spell. I could feel his cock touching my backside. "Are you ready now to take me, babe?" I asked. He just nodded as though he was in a trance.
I rolled onto my back and Jack climbed between my outstretched legs. It was like he was back in time when he and mum made love for the very first time.
I reached between us and put the end of now throbbing manhood at the entrance to my virgin body. We locked eyes; there was nothing behind his, as though he was on drugs.
"Take me," Jack, I said. He took a deep breath and slowly but firmly started to enter my body. 'Shit I thought, he's larger than I expected.' I took and breathe and just lay there as his cock opened my body. I could feel myself being stretched.
I felt my cherry pop and I knew that I was now a woman.
Jacks cock touched her innermost parts and they both exhaled.
I put my arms around his neck and he slid his hand under me and grabbed my buttocks.
He started to slow piston his now huge manhood in and out of my body. Sometimes he would almost pull right out before sliding back into me as though he was teasing me.
After what felt like an eternity of pleasure I could sense that he was getting close to his climax, I had already lost count how many times I had reached mine.
I put my feet flat on the bed and started to push in the opposite direction to him trying to spur him on. "Yes, Jack baby fill me with your seed I shouted." He took the hint and after a few more thrusts unleashed his hot cum straight into my waiting pussy. "Yes," I screamed and Jack just grunted.

As we slowly came back down to earth I ran my finger over Jacks back including his buttocks. He was sweaty but I didn't care. He pulled his hands from underneath me and held my head. He kissed then offered me his tongue which I gratefully accepted. I now had him in two of my holes.
After a few minutes of tongue wrestling, he moved to my ear and started licking and nibbling. It tickled but I liked it.
Then I made a mistake, I whispered into his ear, "Thank you, daddy, I love you."
Jack lifted himself up by his powerful arms and looked straight into my eyes. Gone was the dreamlike expression. It was replaced by anger and rage.
He climbed off me so I sat up and gave him a doe-eyed smile. Without warning, he slapped me across the face. I saw stars and my heart sank like a stone. 'What was wrong with him I thought? He has never so much as lifted a finger to any of his children so why me?' I backed off and climbed off the bed and ran up to my room.


To be continued...