CULTIVATING LILLY CH. 12

IN THIS CHAPTER: Famished after her exhausting and revelatory trip to the gynecologist, Lilly asks Momma if they can have lunch. Momma expresses her displeasure and embarrassment regarding Lilly's behavior at the doctor's office. Momma inspects Lilly's pussy in public. Ashamed and eager to obey, Lilly shares the viewing of her breasts with a complete stranger and is shocked when Momma makes a startling request. Momma tells Lilly about her first time. A young Anna Vatspalt is jealous to learn of her cousins' muse. Anna is introduced to the ecstacy of being swewered. Not yet done with her, Lennart and Gustov claim their younger cousin's virginity in both places, using their overly large cocks to cleave her pussy and bottom at the same time. Lilly opens her special place to Momma's delving fingers and asks a bold question.

The Swedish slang words for pussy (fitta, snippa and slidan) and cock (kuk) are used intentionally. Additionally, the Swedish words for clit (klitoris), asshole (stanga), God (Gud), fuck (javla, knulla), slut (slampa) are also used. They are not missellings.

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Lilly returned from the bathroom and stood next to the examination table. She had her hands down, her arms covering her breasts and her palms hiding her special place. She felt shameful for masturbating to the pamphlet. It seemed she couldn't stop thinking about sex and was in a constant state of arousal, despite all she had been through this morning.

The doctor asked, "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Lilly stayed silent.

"Please uncover yourself," he said, "And stand with your feet apart. I need a final set of images."

"Yes, sir." Exposing herself, she looked at the thick, rounded contours the doctor's kuk created in his medical scrubs while he took more photos with his handheld camera. His cum and Momma's saliva had created a large wet stain on his scrubs. The saturated material exposed every contour of his manhood and now she wished she had sucked his beautiful cock when she had the chance. But it was too late; Momma had drained him.

As before, he began with full body images and then took closer shots of her face, tits and feminine petals. The images popped up on the screen instantly and Lilly felt more shame as he got down on his knees and zoomed in on her pussy.

Her special place resembled a glistening, raw wound. Her mons was puffed, her labia bright pink, engorged, and they gaped loosely. Her snippa - a part of her body she finally felt looked cute - now looked unnatural. The speculum had done exactly what the doctor claimed: opened and stretched her pussy far beyond what she had previously dared try with her wine bottle. The clitoral stimulator had also been effective; her rosebud still stood erect and it tingled. Yet, somehow, she found the desire to pleasure herself overwhelming. It was difficult to understand.

She didn't feel or look pretty. Her hair was lank and her mascara had run down her cheeks. The lubricant Dr. Malstrom used continued oozing from both places. But she did feel mature. She had gone through what countless women had undergone so that she could be placed on birth control. She had taken another step, and it was worth it. This improved her spirits somewhat.

"The swelling and separation of your labia will subside," he said. "In a couple hours your vagina will look and feel normal." His fingers danced over her lower lips, plumping them between his fingers while appraising. One part of her wanted to pull away while another relished his hands upon her most intimate place. So she stood still, hitching when he unapologetically pushed two fingers inside her pussy and began to slowly thrust. With his free hand, he moved the lens in close and snapped more pictures. "Don't be embarrassed that you masturbated," he said as the mechanical clicks continued.

Lilly's cheeks bloomed. How could he know? Were there cameras in the bathroom? Then Momma answered her question. "We watched you on a few of the screens in here." Humiliated and embarrassed, Lilly crossed her arms over her breasts again. Momma said, "It's okay, honey, you're a good girl and there is nothing to be ashamed of. We enjoyed watching you."

Knowing she had pleased them made her feel a little better. She liked being a good girl and relished the praise when it was acknowledged. "Okay," came out timidly.

The doctor withdrew his fingers, stood, and asked her to turn around. "Bend over the table, please," he said. Lilly obeyed, the cold vinyl of the cushion a relief against her tortured nipples. The doctor said, "Please spread your legs and pull the cheeks of your bottom apart."

"Yes, sir." She grunted when two of his fingers pushed into her butthole. The thrusting came and so did the clicks of his camera. Then he slipped his thumb inside her special place and took more pictures. Finally satisfied, he pulled out and asked her to turn around. He tossed his surgical glove into a trash receptacle and set the camera aside. Laying a warm hand on her shoulder, the doctor said, "You may mastrubate or penetrate yourself, if you like, although most of my patients prefer to wait until the swelling and tenderness subside."

Rubbing the tiny round bandage under her arm, she recalled the doctor's comments after inserting a small rod in her armpit before releasing her from the stirrups. It felt like a big shot and she whimpered.

"I've prescribed a form of birth control that will ease your menstrual flow but doesn't need to be monitored. I know you were concerned about your parents knowing you were on it, which is why I inserted it where I did. You don't have to worry about a prescription pill bottle in your medicine cabinet and I doubt anyone will be looking in your armpit. In a few days, the injection site will disappear. It will take a couple days until it's effective and will provide protection for up to two years, even in the event of multiple partner occurrences." Lilly looked to Momma quizzically.

"Doctor Malstrom," she said, "You should explain that to Lilly."

Chuckling, he apologized and said, "You won't become pregnant even if multiple male partners ejaculate inside your vagina during a single sexual encounter or even multiple encounters. It really provides you peace-of-mind and the ability to experiment and experience different things. Do you understand?"

Lilly nodded. She recalled the video Louise had taken of her weekend with the four boys; saw her older "sister" on the hotel bed, her arms and legs spread and tied to the four posts. The camera recording a close-up of Louise's rivened sex as one after the other, the cute boys mounted their muse, depositing their essense into her special place until it overflowed and the creamy substance leaked on to the bedsheet. The thought of this happening to her seemed remote, but the scenario was interesting to consider.

"Birth control doesn't mean you should practice unprotected sex," he continued. "If you don't know your partners well, you should only have sex with them if they are wearing a condom. Does that make sense?"

"Yes, doctor." There was no way her first lover was going to wear a condom, but it was an easy lie to the doctor.

"Good. Now that you've seen a gynecologist, you should see one annually. It doesn't have to be me, although I would prefer you remain my patient, especially if you become sexually active. Next year around this time I will send a reminder to the email you provided. If you see someone else, be sure to let the doctor know about your implant as it will need to be replaced every two years."

"Yes, sir." She hobbled carefully to a hook on the wall. Momma helped her with her dress.

"It was a pleasure meeting you Lilly." He held out his hand and she shook it. Below their clasped hands, she saw the doctor's dick still stood rock-stiff against his scrubs. It looked delicious and her special place stirred.

"Doctor, I'm going to help Lilly get cleaned up, if you don't mind."

He smiled at them. "Of course. Please take your time, Lilly. I enjoyed meeting you."

"It was nice to meet you, too, doctor."

He exited the room and Momma began brushing her hair. It would be another half hour before she was presentable. Mrs. Vatspalt used tissue to dab the lubricant from her special place and bottom and soap and water to remove what remained of Lilly's ruined makeup.

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They were sitting at an outdoor patio cafe in Old Town Menlo Park, the tall walls of the booth created a protective box around them, although they could look out onto the street as traffic moved by at a leisurely pace. After leaving the doctor's office, Lilly was starving and asked if they could get something to eat.

The visit to the gynecologist had been exciting, exhausting, uncomfortable, pleasurable and instructional. Thinking about his monstrous cock pressed to her lips as she lay strapped to the table, Lilly's special place stirred. She knew she was leaving a wet stain on the cushion.

The waiter, whose name tag read "RICK" came and placed menus and water glasses at their table. Lilly caught him eyeing her and looked away. He was cute, but she looked and felt awful. Maybe being seen in public wasn't such a good idea. Suddenly, all she wanted was to be at home in bed, but she was stuck and the very skimpy shirt dress Momma had made her wear left almost nothing to the imagination. When he left, Momma echoed Dr. Malstrom's thoughts on Lilly's exam, "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Lilly said, "It wasn't like I thought it would be."

Momma waved her off. "Yes, sometimes it's not the most pleasant experience, especially the first visit, but it's a necessity. Your health is important, especially when it comes to your sexual health."

Lilly nodded and sipped. "I know. It's just that..."

Momma leaned forward and unhooked the top three buttons of Lilly's dress, which was already low-cut. She didn't protest - it loosened the tight-fitting fabric around her aching breasts. Looking down, she saw the deep valley of her cleavage and a large portion of her mounded flesh revealed to the point of exposing the strawberry coronas of her areolas. Her nipples, which were still thick and raw from the doctor's examination, presented as two firm bumps beneath the gauzy garment. She tried to pull the garment across her flesh but it was sized for Louise's smaller frame and the cotton scratching against her nipples was uncomfortable. Finally she sat up and leaned against the table in an effort to hide herself.

"...I didn't realize I would have an orgasm."

Momma laughed. "You had several, dear. I am very proud of you."

Lilly smiled; it was always nice to receive any praise from her second family. But then she pouted. "And I didn't know it would involve my bottom so much."

Momma furrowed her brow. "Honey, sexual pleasure doesn't simply revolve around your breasts and vagina. It's about your entire body, both emotionally and physically. Your bottom is also a very important part of the equation." She took a sip. "Daddy regularly penetrates my anus with his tongue and his penis, or even toys, and I always enjoy the sensation, particularly when he chooses to ejaculate there. He enjoys it as well because of the tightness."

She had spied Daddy butt-fuck his wife several times, and there was the video Louise had shared, but Lilly wasn't so sure. When Louise had inserted her thumb down there it had been surprising and the tiny opening strained to accept the intrusion. Dr. Malstrom's fingers and his anoscope had been even more invasive, although the lubrication and breathing techniques he suggested made the initial entry experience tolerable and, ultimately, very pleasant. Even so, her bottom didn't seem to stretch as much as her special place, even when she tried to relax. "But it's where I poop."

Momma giggled. "Yes, it is. And I believe you urinate from your vagina. But based on what you just went through to get on birth control, you are still very interested in a penis being inside it, aren't you?"

Lilly smiled and twirled her straw in her glass. "I see what you mean." The Vatspalts always made things so simple.

"You aren't going to complain about your vagina being used for urination when someone performs oral sex on you, correct?"

Lilly blushed. "No." After her experiences with pleasuring the Vatspalt men, along with swallowing Josh's extract, she was anxious to know what it would feel like when someone eventually explored her special place with their mouth.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Lilly composing her thoughts. "Momma, you and Dr. Malstrom..."

"Yes, honey."

"It's just that you surprised me when you asked him to pull his pants down."

Momma said, "Sweetheart, it was obvious you were curious. You couldn't take your eyes from it. And can you really blame him for being aroused? He has a beautiful young woman helplessly strapped down to his exam table. She's nude, her legs are spread and he'd spent more than an hour photographing, massaging and...penetrating...her body in the most intimate ways. He gets aroused when he sees me and the girls and my guess is he's like that with most of his patients. I've seen his penis before and thought you would enjoy looking at it as well. And let's be honest with each other; he is...abnormally...large. It's quite special, in my opinion." Momma's tone changed then. "Frankly, sweetheart, I was very disappointed in you. We've been over this so many times, that it's growing tiresome."

Lilly's heart sank. "I'm sorry." Why didn't she just part her lips and allow the doctor to push his cock in her mouth?

Momma dismissed her. "Little lady, I'm afraid sorry doesn't make it better. Doctor Malstrom is my doctor and I wouldn't have taken you to see him if I didn't think you were ready. You not only embarrassed yourself, you embarrassed me."

Lilly felt the swell of tears brim behind her sunglasses. Momma had never spoken to her like this. She suddenly discovered her new-found confidence fragile and was shaken by the sterness in Momma's voice. She had clearly made a mistake. A tear rolled down her cheek and she swiped at it with a napkin. Sniffling, she looked away. "I'm...I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it, Momma. It was just..." Why couldn't she do anything right?

"Lilly, stop stammering. What's done is done. It can't be taken back but I just hope you learned something this morning."

Lilly sobbed quietly. Dabbing another tear away, she said, "I just didn't expect it, Momma. I didn't know what to do."

Instead of compassion, Momma's tone got quiet and even more tense. "I feel like I'm dealing with a broken record. You have to listen to me, Lilly. You have to listen to all of us if you're going to become the person you're supposed to be. There is so much potential in you, but you refuse to see it. It's aggravating. Don't get me wrong. You've truly blossomed from the shy, stunted, girl Cassy met in the shower all those months ago. But if you aren't able to pick up on even the most obvious cues, I seriously doubt you can achieve what we all know you're capable of. Let me be blunt, honey, because it looks like I have to be. When a man places his penis to your lips you take it into your mouth. You pleasure him until he ejaculates and then you swallow his sperm. You never protest, question his intent or second-guess yourself. It's as simple as that."

Still crying, Lilly looked inside herself and saw the girl who Shelly had forced to wipe her pussy and ass; the shut-in virgin who was afraid of her own shadow because of her oversized tits. She still didn't know anything and seemed incapable of learning what her second family had worked so hard for. She wasn't obedient and open minded; she was stupid and pathetic. "I...I...understand, Momma. I was just scared."

"Afraid of what, exactly?"

"When he pressed it to my lips..." she looked away, thinking what to say. "I wanted it."

Momma looked skeptical but her tone changed. "That's wonderful hon..."

Shaking her head, Lilly said, "No, that's not it. I felt as though I really needed it." Placing a hand on her tummy. "I was actually...hungry....for it."

Momma then leaned across the table and placed a soft kiss on her lips. In the same instant, Lilly felt her special place stir. "I'm proud of you, Lilly. There is nothing to be ashamed of for feeling like that. That's exactly what we have all been working towards. But if that was true, why didn't you take him in your mouth? I asked him to show you because I thought you were ready."

"He was...he was my doctor. It isn't right to think that way about him, is it?"

Momma shrugged. "I'm not sure I understand why that mattered. As I just said, you do what you're told to do. No questions. If this is something you truly need, you should be incapable of resisting. You should never feel conflicted over a need."

"Is that why you...got on your knees for him, Momma? Because you needed him?"

Momma looked at her for a moment; the anger rippled beneath her smooth and beautiful face. "I did that because the alternative was too shameful to admit; that you weren't ready. I asked him to lower his pants because my expectation was that you were smart enough to know what to do. But I was wrong and I had to make it up to him; to save him the humiliation you had created."

Lilly felt terrible that she had forced Momma to do something in an effort to cover her misstep. New tears emerged. "I...I didn't mean to embarrass him...or you. Momma, I'm so, so sorry."

Momma paused and took a deep breath. Her tone was back to normal. "Sweetheart, let me ask you the same question. Is that why you got down on your knees and took Uncle Lars into your mouth, and then Daddy not long after? And what about Erik in the shower last Sunday."

Lilly was momentarily surprised to learn that Momma knew about Erik. Then she let it go. Thinking back to Sunday, Louise hadn't asked so much as commanded she suck Erik's cock. And, after shaving him smooth, she eagerly did what she'd been told; the Vatspalt sisters kneeling at her side and offering words of encouragment as her head bobbed.

Wasn't it Momma who suggested she suck Uncle Lars' cock? And it wasn't really a suggestion when Momma took her to see Daddy. The older woman told Lilly to get down on her knees and open her mouth; Daddy did the rest. And in every instance, Lilly was more than eager to accommodate her second family's wishes. It was exactly what she wanted. Needed? After a moment, she said, "Yes. I wanted that."

Momma arched an eyebrow. "Or maybe you needed it."

Lilly had loved every drop of sperm she'd consumed. She found the presence of a cock in her mouth extremely gratifying. She enjoyed the fullness and rigidity, the pliable resistance when she gently bit down. The plump, rounded, head and thick veins running beneath her lips as she bobbed her head, the feeling of it jammed between her cheek and gums or snaking down her throat. The moment of release when a hot jet of sperm spurted into her mouth was exquisite. Still, she said nothing. The admission would be too brazen. What would it mean if the...need...was true? A word popped into her mind: addict. Her special place stirred and the compulsion to play with herself was so strong she actually moved a hand up her thigh before forcing it to pull away.

Momma continued, "Then is it so hard to understand why I asked the doctor to place his beautiful penis to your lips?" Lilly was nodding. It was beautiful; although she had yet to see one she didn't find attractive. "And I saw you pleasuring yourself on the exam table, honey," Momma said, "while I was on my knees. You climaxed at the same moment the doctor...filled...my mouth."

Lilly blushed at that. Even as she'd dipped her fingers inside her flayed pussy, she'd been ashamed. But she couldn't stop herself. Watching Doctor Malstrom fuck Momma's face was intoxicating. She remained silent, but nodded slightly.

Momma patted her on the hand and they sat for a few minutes. Finally, Lilly said, "I'm sorry, Momma."

"It's okay. I'm sorry I snapped at you. But I need you to be our good girl, do you understand?"

"Yes, Momma. I will be." She was going to be better. She liked being a good girl. She wanted to please her second family.

"I am also partly to blame," Momma admitted. "I should have been more clear. Going forward, I will be more direct with my instructions. We all will be."

"Thank you, Momma. I promise to listen better and will do my best to obey."

"I appreciate that, honey. You're still learning and we will do our best to be patient."

They stopped talking. Lilly quietly composed herself. After several minutes, she finally spoke. "Louise showed me and Cassy the video of her with the boys in the hotel room." Momma only looked at her behind stylishly large sunglasses. Pushing on, Lilly said, "I remember before that weekend you were joking with everyone at the dinner table about going with her. And at one point, um, before they started taking each other's clothes off, Louise said you had almost gone. You know, to the hotel."

A thin grin turned up Momma's lips. "Yes, Lilly. What are you asking?"

Lilly was nervous. She was approaching a subject she wasn't sure she could or should with the woman. Sex was an open book but maybe she was overstepping her bounds. This felt like she was trying to exert herself and this made her uncomfortable. She felt better when her second family took charge. Looking down at her water glass, Lilly took a long drink.

Momma leaned close, a finger drawing circles on Lilly's knee. "You want to know if I have sex with other people other than Daddy, don't you?"

Lilly nodded slowly.

"Honey, if you're going to grow up you have to say what's on your mind. Ask me. Have I ever been anything other than completely honest?"

"No, you're always honest." Taking a breath, Lilly asked the question.

"Good girl. That's how you learn." Momma smiled. "The answer is yes, obviously. And so does Daddy. He most certainly is aware of my...relationship...with Dr. Malstom and has even joined me in the examination room from time to time. Can I let you in on a little secret?"

"Yes."

"While we watched you mastrubating in the bathroom, the good doctor bent me over the the exam table."

Lilly's hand went to her mouth as she imagined the doctor's monstrous dick slicing into Momma's pussy. But Momma hardly noticed. She said, "Sometimes Daddy and I share our lovers with each other and sometimes we don't. But we always let the other know. Our relationship is strong and built completely on trust and honesty." She took a drink, set the glass down and said, "Who took you to see Daddy after Uncle Lars fed you?"

"You did."

"If I wasn't comfortable with a stunning 19-year-old girl performing oral sex on my husband, do you think I would have brought you to him in the first place?"

It was yet another moment that Lilly felt ridiculous. Then the pamphlet she read in the doctor's office came to mind. According to the data, multiple sex partners was common in Swedish culture. It all made sense. And she had loved sucking Daddy's cock knowing Momma was watching. She had fingered herself while Daddy grasped her pigtails, holding her still so he could slide his dick between her hungry lips.

Lilly only nodded. Thinking back to the doctor fucking Momma's face, she now couldn't understand why she was so upset by what she witnessed. Then she questioned herself. She had been highly aroused at the scene and had slid two fingers in her pussy, slowly pumping them, while she watched. Hadn't she come when she saw Momma struggling to swallow the doctor's sperm? If this was an arrangement Momma and Daddy had, who was she to second guess? "Thank you, Momma." She took another drink and said, "Louise allowed a boy's penis in each place at the same time. You know...down there."

"Yes, she did. She showed me the video."

"And in her mouth, too, she took two of them in her mouth."

Momma smiled and nodded. "Do you think she enjoyed that? I know you enjoyed Uncle Lars' penis in your mouth. And you liked it when Louise stimulated Josh until he ejaculated in your mouth, didn't you? And what about Daddy and Erik?"

Had she really swallowed the sperm of four different men since meeting Cassy? Lilly hesitated only a moment before nodding. She had taken great pleasure in every experience and realized she wasn't ashamed to admit it to Momma.

"Do you think you could perform oral sex on two men at the same time?" Momma asked.

Lilly blushed again. "No!" Then she giggled. "I don't know. Maybe. Oh gosh, I never thought of it until this moment."

"Do you think my daughter enjoyed those boys being inside her body all at once?"

Lilly nodded again. "She said she did. And they looked like they were having fun." Considering, she asked, "Momma, is that what Doctor Malstrom meant when he said you and Louise had experienced multiple penile penetration?"

The woman didn't say anything for a long moment as she watched the traffic roll by. "Lilly, would you like to hear about my first time?"

Perhaps a visit to the gynecologist had made Momma realize she was ready. "Yes, please."

Smiling, she said, "First, sweetheart, open your legs."

Despite the discomfort, Lilly had crossed them after being seated by the hostess. This wasn't how she normally sat any longer, especially when she was with her second family. But she felt her snippa looked ugly; it had been through a lot this morning.

"Go on, honey. It's okay."

Lilly slowly uncrossed her legs; felt the swollen, sticky petals of her pussy seperate. She discovered the cool air felt good down there and she pulled the hem of her dress up a few inches, fluffing it to generate a puff of circulation.

"After my visits to the doctor, I find it's more comfortable to sit with my legs spread." The woman's eyes were hidden behind her sunglasses but the slight tilt of her head told Lilly she was looking through the glass table top at her special place. "Slide forward a little. I want to see it."

Lilly slid her bottom to the edge of the U-shaped bench, the hem of her dress pulled nearly to her waist. She opened her knees a few inches and Mrs. Vatspalt frowned. "I know how you feel honey, but please do as I say and spread your legs."

"Yes, Momma. I'm sorry." Lilly leaned back and let her knees fall completely open. Her dress rose high enough to expose her special place to the warmth of the sun shining through the clear table. She looked down to see the raw, pink lips of her lower mouth glistening in the late-morning light. If the waiter came back, he'd see her pussy; as would the man sitting at the next table, should he pull his head from behind the newspaper he was reading.

Momma leaned forward and pulled her glasses down her nose. "Your labia aren't as swollen as they were earlier, although they haven't closed. And despite what you think, it's very pretty, like the rest of you."

Lilly smiled. "Thank you."

"Please close them, sweetheart."

"Yes, Momma." Scooting around on her butt, she managed to tug the dress down only an inch or so below her hips. She didn't cross her legs - it was still uncomfortable - but she did as Momma directed and closed her thighs.

"My parents and my aunt had a summer home on the archipelago in Southern Sweden. It was small, but the family loved spending the warmer months there. Aunt Renee had twin sons, Lennart and Gustov."

"So your aunt and your mom both had twins?"

Momma nodded. "It's very common. Twins run in families and they often skip generations."

"Huh. I didn't know that."

"I am pretty confident at least one of my girls will have twins when they decide to conceive." She sipped and remembered another time in her life. "Some of my fondest memories are of my family sitting on the porch and watching the sunset, which in summertime is almost midnight."

The waiter came and refilled their water glasses. "Would you like to order any appetizers?" Lilly caught him looking down her top.

Momma caught him as well and grinned. "My daughter and I will start with the caprese salad. Please bring me a glass of Champagne and she will have a lemonade."

"I'll get that going and be right back to take your orders." His smile was crisp and white; framed by dimples and a strong chin.

When he walked away, Momma said casually, "Honey, please open your shirt a few more buttons. You're going to show him your breasts."

Following the pumping the doctor had subjected her tits to, Lilly felt they looked terrible. And they continued to ache. Still, without really paying much attention she toyed with a button. Following her bad behavior earlier, the desire to be a good girl was nearly automatic. But she was nervous. Looking around, she said, "Momma, he's a stranger and we are in public."

Momma frowned. "Who was the good girl that showed her pretty vagina to all those strangers as she sat on the steps outside the museum?"

Lilly blushed and put a thumb to her lips. "Me," she said. They had all joked about the public exhibition of their special places in front of the museum Daddy worked for. "But I had Cassy and Louise with me. You want me to do this by myself?"

"I'm confident you can do this, honey. Open your shirt."

She felt her heart start to race. This was different from 'accidentally' exposing herself at the museum. But she was compelled to obey. She had to atone. "Yes, Momma." Lilly twisted the pearl buttons, popping them open until only the clasp over her bellybutton remained closed. It was all that hid her pussy from view.

The generous swell of her breasts forced the meager panels of the shirt dress to fall open, exposing her toned tummy. Only her nipples remained hidden. Lilly leaned back, enjoying the sun on her skin. Thinking about the waiter ignited her flower's dew. She casually rubbed her thighs together, relishing the uncomfortable friction. Still, she was nervous.

Rick returned and before he could open his mouth, his eyes fell to Lilly's nearly exposed chest. She was thankful for wearing sunglasses and turned away from his gaze. Being forced to expose herself was at once exciting and nerve wracking. Watching Rick for a moment, Momma grinned and said, "My daughter has beautiful breasts, doesn't she?"

Rick nearly choked. "Excuse me, ma'am?"

"You heard me. It's okay, she knows it."

"Momma..." Lilly suddenly had second thoughts.

"Hush, sweetheart." Momma looked back to Rick. "Would you like to see them?"

"Momma, please." Lilly's cheeks burned. "Please don't make me..."

"One more word from you and you will find yourself over Daddy's knee." The edge to Momma's voice was real and Lilly closed her mouth. "Open your dress, honey, and show the young man your breasts."

"But..."

And the waiter said, "It's okay, I'm..." But he made no move to leave; his eyes glued to Lilly's creamy smooth orbs.

Momma said, "You're not gay, are you, Rick?"

"No, ma'am."

"Don't you enjoy looking at a woman's breasts?"

The waiter cleared his throat. "Yes, of course, but..."

"Don't worry, Rick. She may not look it, but she's nineteen."

Rick looked around nervously. "She doesn't have to..."

Momma grinned. "Actually, Rick, she does have to do this. She's been a bad girl and this is her punishment."

Rick's mouth hung open. Momma said, "Lilly, do as I say and show him."

Lilly pouted. "Yes, Momma." Slowly pulling the dress open, her cheeks got warm when her nipples were revealed. The cool breeze and her arousal at being exposed turned them needle-stiff. His eyes grew hungry and he licked his lips. "Miss, this isn't necessary." But he didn't look away, although he did wince when Momma took hold of Lilly's flesh and began pumping. Lilly mewed and writhed inside the confines of the booth.

"You stand right there, young man," Momma said. "She's going to accept her punishment without protest, aren't you, sweetheart?"

Lilly pursed her lips when Momma squeezed. She groaned and whispered, "Yes, Momma. I'll be a good girl."

Rick swallowed and stayed still, watching as the older woman pumped Lilly's right tit. Momma flicked her thumb across Lilly's nipple and Lilly moaned at the discomfort. "Now, Lilly, open your legs."

"But Momma..." And then hissed because Momma twisted her nipple. It hurt and fresh tears spilled over her cheeks. It was painful but also humiliating to be punished in front of this complete stranger.

"Right now, sweetheart, while we have Rick's undivided attention."

"Yes, Momma." Lilly slowly spread her thighs and the shirt dress opened with them, revealing her gaping feminine pleat. The bright sunshine illuminated it like a spotlight. She sighed when Momma finally let go of her aching tit. Rick was looking down through the table, his body somewhat blocking the view of his nearly nude customer. He wasn't aware of the fact that he'd brought his hand to his crotch and grabbed a handful of his cock. Lilly instantly realized she wanted to see it.

"Now, honey, two fingers. Inside your vagina."

Lilly was mortified. Momma was asking too much. "Please don't make me." She wiped a tear away and sniffled.

But Momma wasn't interested in protest. "Now, Lilly, or I'll ask you to do something else. Do you understand?"

Lilly had no idea what she might be compelled to do so she obeyed. Sliding her right hand up her thigh, she felt the soft billows of her pussy lips and dipped her middle and index fingers into the gaping slit. Pleasant warm slickness bathed her fingers and Lilly coudn't stifle a soft moan.

Now, Rick," Momma said, "we expect to receive top-notch service. Is that understood?"

Rick stood taller, as if at attention. "Yes, Ma'am."

"You can call me Anna. And this beautiful creature is Lilly."

"Yes, Anna...and Lilly."

"Lilly, honey, you may close your legs but your fingers remain inside your vagina. Your shirt remains open."

"Yes, Momma." She sat up again, trying to shield her flesh from view. With one hand crammed between her legs, the shirt did little to hide her body.

Stepping around the table, he refilled Momma's water glass and took a lingering look at Lilly's thighs from his new vantage point. His teeth sparkled and he made small talk, his eyes casually sliding over Lilly's body before doing the same to Momma. "Let me know if I can be of further service." Lilly thought she caught sight of the hardness in his pants before he turned away.

Momma smiled up at him and watched his butt as he departed. "He's adorable and you were a very good girl. Remove your hand from your vagina and please button up your dress.

"Yes, Momma." Lilly's hand was wet from her juices and she wiped it on the napkin before closing a few of the buttons

Taking a sip of Champagne, Momma said, "To celebrate my eighteenth birthday, my parents took me and my cousins to our summer home. After a lot of begging, they allowed us to take our sailboat across the channel to a nearby island for a picnic. It was only a few hundred meters away and we had been sailing our small boat since we were seven. But this was the first time we'd been allowed to do it without our parents in the boat."

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Anna and Gustov handled the sails while Lennart tilled the rudder at the rear of the boat. Her cousins were handsome and, at 24 years old, she idolized them.

Aunt Renee had never married but a short affair with a man produced her twin sons. They were no longer together, but the parents split custody of their sons. She lived in Stockholm in a large apartment, about a three-hour train ride from Anna's parents' house in Gothenburg. Going to Aunt Renee's house was always an exciting experience and on rare occasions Anna was permitted to take the train by herself to visit. Those trips were always fun and she enjoyed the time away from her family, particularly Lars, who could be a nuisance.

Lennart and Gustov did nearly everything together and Anna felt they were closer to each other than she and Lars were. As they grew, however, the boys didn't spend as much time at home. They were always out with friends. But she still loved them. By the time they entered university, both always seemed to have beautiful girlfriends and were confident in their relationships with them.

A breeze came up and Anna swiped her white-blond hair away. The sun was warm this afternoon and she smiled into it as the boat slapped across the small waves. She had not spent time with her cousins in more than a year and she loved it. She also loved having them all to herself and as she tugged a line to bring the sail around, she turned to see Gustov staring at her. He was smiling and said, "Anna, you've turned into such a beautiful young woman since we saw you last summer."

Blushing, she said, "Really? I think I look like a toad." Dancing her fingers from her shoulders to her knees, "Or maybe a stick. I'm so boney!"

He laughed heartily and looked her over. "Toads aren't blessed with such beauty." His eyes fixed on her chest. "Those weren't as...obvious...last summer."

Anna giggled and placed a hand to her chest. The bathing suit she wore was new and, she thought, quite sexy. It made her feel special that someone had noticed her diminutive curves, even if it was only her cousin. The bikini was a gift from her mother, who had taken her shopping a few weeks ago in celebration of her eighteenth birthday and her first trip to the gynecologist. It had been quite a morning. Her budding breasts had been hooked up to a pumping machine that had all but sucked her nipples from her body. And the doctor had worked her snippa over with a device that spread her wide open. But when she was done, he had placed her on birth control. She and her mother spent the rest of the afternoon shopping.

The white bikini was not much more than a pair of thin cotton panties matched with a training bra. But even at eighteen, her petite proportions meant she was unable to find any other size that fit her waifish body.

Dotted with little yellow happy faces, both the top and bottom were unlined. The only real difference between her swimsuit and actual underwear were the narrow strings that held the garment together. Tiny triangles struggled to cover her puffy areolas and were held in place by a bow that tied between her breasts. Two more bows tied at the hips. Her pricked nipples and the small rounded curves of her fitta were visible through the wet material but she didn't care. She found the stares she received from the boys exciting.

"I think they look cute," he said. "In fact, they are very beautiful, just like the rest of you."

She hated her breasts but said, "Thanks!"

"We need to come about," called Lennart. "Stop talking about Anna's beautiful titties and help sail the boat." Anna shot her cousin a mean look and yanked on the rope. The mast swung around and the vessel pivoted and glided into the cove. They beached the boat and worked to get the large ice cooler, bags of food, towels and other sundries on-shore. What made this small island appealing was the swimming hole at its center. It was surrounded on three sides by tall rocks that funneled rain water into a lagoon. In summer, the sun warmed the water and an opening on the fourth side of the tree-lined cove offered a secluded beach perfect for a picnic.

Dragging everything through the sand for a hundred meters was hot work and when they arrived at the swimming hole, the boys took off their shirts and all three proceeded to jump and dive off the rocks. The water was refreshing and it was more than an hour later when Anna said, "I'm getting hungry. Let's eat." Her cousins came out of the water and together they set about preparing their lunch. Lennart surprised them when he presented a smuggled bottle of schnapps. "I took it from the liquor cabinet." As they ate, they sipped the alcohol; laughing about school and what they wanted to do over the summer vacation period.

"Anna, do you have a boyfriend?" Gustov asked.

Sliding a chunk of bread around a plate with olive oil, Anna shook her head. "I don't think boys find me very cute." She knew she was fishing for another compliment and Gustov didn't disappoint.

He said, "You're a prinsessa as far as I'm concerned."

Anna blushed. "Thank you."

Lennart said, "You're smart and kind and I think a lot of boys are very interested in you."

She demurred. "I don't think so."

They both nodded. "Yes they are," said Gustov. "I bet a lot of them want to fuck you. But guys your age aren't very good at anything, especially fucking."

Lennart agreed. "If they are like we were back then, all they are good for is jerking off and trying to get their kuks inside a girl's fitta."

Gustov was nodding. "Anna, trust us, don't have sex with a guy your age. They don't know how to do it."

She giggled. "Are you saying you two didn't know how to please a girl back then?"

Gustov chuckled. "Nah. About all I knew was how to come in about four seconds."

"Anna, he's an amateur. Back then, I could hold off for about six seconds!" Both boys laughed hysterically.

Gustov said, "Neither of us knew the first thing about how to pleasure a girl."

"Oh, and now you know?" she asked before gulping down a swallow of booze.

The boys looked at each other and Lennart said, "We don't get any complaints."

"Sure, I bet you can both go a whole 30 seconds without coming," she teased. "Big deal!"

"Whatever," they said in unison.

"That's big talk coming from a virgin," said Gustov.

"What makes you think I'm a virgin?"

The boys looked at each other and burst into laughter. Lennart said, "It's obvious you haven't let a kuk anywhere near that tight little snippa of yours, we can tell. You probably wouldn't spread your legs if a kuk got within a meter of it."

"Fuck you both," she said. "You're both less than a half meter away." She opened her thighs and overtly rubbed the crotch of her bikini. "Who says I won't spread my legs when a couple of kuks are around? Or should I say, 'When a couple of assholes are around!'" All three laughed.

She stopped touching herself and they fell quiet. She kept her legs spread and her cousins continued to stare at the contours of her sex. Their eyes on her body made her tummy flutter and her snippa grew warm. "Have you, Anna," Gustov asked. They looked at her earnestly and she finally shook her head.

She confessed, "No, not yet." She felt ashamed, as if she should have already had the experience so she could have a thoughtful discussion with them about it. But then she told them about the Deposit Drop she had coordinated with seven young men from her college. It was the day after her birthday and they met at her house. Her parents both worked and they had the place to themselves. Kneeling in the middle of the living room, each guy took a turn. Stepping up to her, she would unfasten his pants and reach into his underwear. Withdrawing his kuk, she stroked them for a moment but was afraid to suck their dicks. After stroking each of them off for a few moments, she allowed the guy to take over. She looked them in the eyes as each one jerked off into her open mouth.

This seemed to impress her cousins, who shared a knowing look and smiled. She thought she saw some hunger in their eyes. "No wonder your tits look bigger," Gustov said.

Anna laughed. "They certainly do not. I've only done that one time and it wasn't even with that many guys. But...I'm working on it." She slid her hands over the numbs of her breasts and squeezed.

"Well, when you decide to open your fitta to kuks, do it with someone older," Lennart said, "Experience counts."

"I will definitely keep that in mind," she said.

They ate some more and drank another glass of schnapps and Lennart said, "I wonder what a summer in America will do for Katrina."

Gustov smiled at the sky. He was stretched out on the sand next to his brother. "Only good things, I hope." As was the fashion at the time, boys wore bikini-brief bottoms and Anna had been admiring their bodies more and more. Lean and trim and hard, her cousins were on the rowing team at university. Their abdominal muscles were defined and their chests were tanned and broad. She found the obvious mounds created beneath their skin tight swimsuits enjoyable to look at.

"Who is Katrina?" she asked. Even she heard the tinge of jealousy in her voice.

Lennart said, "Katrina Svensson, our next-door neighbor."

Laughing, Lennart said, "And so much more!" His brother joined in the joke.

Anna asked, "What's so funny? Is she one of your girlfriends?"

Both boys shook their heads. "Nope."

"Then I don't understand," she said.

Her cousins stared at each other. Gustov asked, "Should we?"

Anna said. "You can tell me."

Finally Lennart said, "She can handle it." Gustov nodded and after careful consideration, Lennart said, "We have sex with Katrina."

Anna shrugged. She wasn't impressed. Her cousins had been talking openly with her and Lars about their sexual encounters and there had been a few girls who had dated them both.

"At the same time," Gustov finished.

Anna's hand flew to her mouth. "Oh!"

Her cousins were nodding. Gustov said, "Three or four times a week."

Anna said, "Oh gosh." Now on birth control, the thought of a kuk inside her slidan was fun to think about. "How did it happen? The first time, I mean," she asked.

"We were helping to bring up groceries to her apartment one afternoon...," said Gustov.

"And when we finished, she gave us each a kiss on the cheek," said Lennart. They often finished each other's thoughts. "Then Gustov teased her that a kiss on the cheek wasn't nearly enough payment for all the hard work we'd done lugging the groceries up four flights of stairs."

Gustov said, "She asked what else she could do and Lennart said she should let us see her meloner."

Lennart cupped his hands beneath his chest and it was clear to Anna that her cousins' neighbor had large breasts. She liked Katrina less and less.

"He was joking, of course, and we all laughed. But then Katrina looked at us for a moment and completely surprised us when she unbuttoned her blouse," said Lennart. "She said we could touch them, if we wanted." He chuckled at the memory. "Of course we wanted to touch them, we're guys! And we did more than touch them. She let us suck them."

"Wow! That's crazy," Anna said. Between her thighs there was now wetness. She straddled the ice cooler, her legs spread across the expansive lid. Looking down, she saw the dark spot in the crotch of her bikini bottoms and casually slid her thighs closed. Across their picnic area, she could see their kuks had engorged beneath their swimsuits. Talking about Katrina was turning all three of them on.

"We didn't have sex with her that day," said Gustov.

"But we did later that week," Lennart said. "A couple days later, she invited us over after we got home from university. Her mom works nights so we had her apartment to ourselves. We knocked on the door and when she opened it, she was naked."

"She sounds like a slampa," Anna said.

At this her cousins got tense. "Don't call her that, Anna," said Lennart. "You don't even know her."

"She's not a tramp," said Gustov. "And that's not a nice thing to say."

"Sex is enjoyable and fun and it's normal that she likes it." Lennart said. "That doesn't make her a slampa. It's what her slidan is made for. It's what your slidan is made for, too, Anna. It's why men have kuks." He took hold of his over the swim trunks and jostled it.

"You shouldn't be so judgemental," said Gustov. He looked at his brother. "Maybe we were wrong, Lennart. Maybe Anna isn't ready yet."

Anna raised her hands. "Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean anything by it. I'm sure she's a very nice person." And then she thought about kneeling in front of the boys in her neighborhood. If she were to call her cousins' lover a tramp, perhaps her own actions warranted the same title. She shouldn't be so judgemental.

"She is," her cousins said in unison.

"I said I'm sorry." She kicked sand over their legs. There was an uneasy silence and she finally asked, "Do you guys want to go back in the water?" She needed to change the mood. She could tell her cousins weren't happy.

Both boys shrugged.

Jokingly, she said, "I'll take off my top so you can see my meloner." She pretended to juggle large, non-existent, breasts in her hands. "They might hit me in the face when I jump off the rocks!"

Lennart chuckled and Gustov smiled. "They aren't meloner, but they aren't bad," said Lennart.

She harrumphed. "These little things will never hit anyone in the face. Maybe the next time I'm in Stockholm, the three of us can have sex with Katrina. I'd like to see meloners on a Swedish girl. We're all so flat." She made a raspberry.

"Hey, that might be kind of fun," said Gustov. He was smiling and Anna liked it. Maybe the afternoon could be saved.

They were quiet for a minute. Anna twirled her toe in the sand. She finished her third glass of schnapps in a single gulp and her eyes watered. She coughed.

Lennart pointed at her breasts. "They aren't that small, Anna, they at least bounce when you cough!" Both boys laughed.

Anna said, "Don't look at them, you perverts!" But she laughed, too, and bounced on the ice cooler, causing her diminutive mounds to jiggle.

"Who knows," said Lennart, "Maybe one day they will be big enough to hit you in the face." More laughter.

"Somehow I doubt that," she said.

They went quiet but Gustov had been reading her mind. He said, "I dare you to show them to us."

Anna was startled. "What?" No, I don't want to do that. You're my cousins." But what she said and what she wanted were two different things.

Lennart said, "So what? It's no big deal. It doesn't mean anything. Your bathing suit is practically see-through anyway."

"Yeah," Gustov said. "We are just having a little fun." He smirked. As Gustov spoke, Lennart had scooted in front of her. She could smell him and his green eyes sparkled.

"Go ahead, Anna." Lennart said. "If you show us, we'll show you our kuks."

"I don't know." She tugged her lower lip. Then a slightly drunk Anna said, "Okay." Her voice sounded small. Her cheeks burned and she looked away from them. She had always found her cousins attractive. But she knew this was something different and it was exciting to consider. She fiddled with the bow between her breasts. "Don't make fun of me!"

"We won't," they said in unison.

Giggling, she closed her eyes and tugged the strings. Peeling the little triangles away, they draped beneath her arms. The sun was warm on her flesh, and her nipples went hard almost instantly. She sat very still and then cracked one eye open to see her cousins smiling warmly.

"They are beautiful, Anna," Gustov said.

"I couldn't agree more," said Lennart, who moved across the space and crawled toward her on the sand. Getting on his knees in front of her, he tilted her chin to face him.

"You have to show me yours now," she said, her eyes flicking toward his sex.

He said, "First, close your eyes." His smile was radiant and she felt special and naughty and excited all at once.

Her heart raced and she did as Lennart asked. She felt his hands, large and warm and slightly damp, at the small of her back. He pulled her to the edge of the cooler; her knees pressed to his bare chest. She felt him breathing.

"Your knees are in the way, Anna," Lennart said. His hands were around her waist, his fingers dancing in the stings of her bikini. "I can't get close to you if you don't spread your legs." Sliding his hands down her thighs, he gently tried to pry her knees apart. "You can't kiss someone and not be close to them."

She resisted. He would see the wet spot over her snippa. He would look between her thighs and see it and make fun of her. She pinched her eyes tighter and he whispered, "Anna, just relax. It's fun, I promise."

She sat tensed and tight for a moment and then thought: Why not? She wanted him to kiss her.

And she did relax and he felt the tension in her muscles go slack and he slowly spread her knees around the corners of the cooler. He didn't tease. Instead, he pulled her to the edge of the box, the thin layer of wet cotton the only thing preventing her snippa from touching his taut abdomen. Her breath caught.

"Now," Lennart said. And then his lips were on hers, soft and warm and insistent. She felt them move and she responded. His hands slid up to the back of her neck and he pressed her to him, his mouth opening and his tongue against her tightly closed lips. He pulled off and giggled. "Anna, open your mouth."

"Oh, sorry." She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She felt like a hungry baby bird and figured she must have looked ridiculous. And then his tongue was snaking inside her mouth and it felt wonderful and naughty and not-at-all ridiculous. Anna whimpered and leaned into her cousin, her tongue tentatively probing around his and slipping into his mouth. The intimacy of it was alluring and when he pulled her body to his she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her tiny breasts to his bare chest. Her nipples blazed with sensitivity and she whimpered in his mouth. Their tongues entwined, his larger mouth nearly covering hers, he sucked her tongue and his spit slid into her mouth as he gently bit upon it with his front teeth.

He was breathing hard and she could feel this against her snippa, his abdominal muscles pulsing against her dampened sex. His hand took hold of her ponytail and pulled her back with enough force that she let go of his neck. Leaning back on her hands, she opened her eyes and she could see the hunger in his. "Well," he asked, "what did you think? Did you like it?"

Anna was nodding her head before Lennart could finish his thought.

"And I'm a better kisser than he is," said Gustov. He stood behind her and she had to crane her head back to see him. "Lay down, Anna, and I'll show you."

"Okay." She stretched across the hard plastic of the ice cooler, her hands behind her head, supplicating to his request. She relished the closeness of their strong bodies to hers and sighed, a smile on her face.

Gustov got down on his knees next to the cooler and Anna opened her mouth and said, "Ple..." And Gustov's tongue was down her throat so deeply she thought she'd choke. And he wasn't lying. He was an astonishingly good kisser, although Anna admitted to herself, she lacked experience.

Lennart placed small kisses all over her heaving tummy as he worked his way downward, until he found her bellybutton. He pressed his tongue inside it, swirling and licking. He drooled into it and lapped at her tiny bowl, making slurping noises. Pressing his thumb to it, his tongue trailed downward, to the waistline of her bikini. His teeth grabbed hold of the fabric, pulling it, nearly exposing her, then released. The fabric snapped wetly against the flatness of her tummy and he kissed the cotton triangle over her mons. He was nearly kissing her snippa and she mewed. He worked slowly and confidently and it was an incredible sensation. She pivoted her hips toward his mouth, trying to press her pulsing sex to him, but he only nibbled and licked her thighs. It was frustrating. Why wouldn't he put his mouth where she wanted it?

And then it was.

He kissed the saturated fabric and his tongue and nose pushed the cotton into her cleft. She moaned into Gustov's mouth and he moaned in reply. "You smell delicious," Lennart said while working the bows on her hips. Slowly peeling back the triangle, the air against her sopping snippa felt cold.

"You're slidan is beautiful, Anna," said Lennart. He slid his hand through the small white tuft of her pubic hair and planted delicate kisses around her rivened slit. Anna moaned at his touch.

Gustov's large hands pressed against her breasts. They were hot and his fingers were strong as he dug into her bulbs. She grabbed him behind his neck and pulled him into her mouth, a stifled moan puffed his cheeks because Lennart was now feeding from her sex. Finally! His lips kissing, his tongue now delving inside, his teeth biting gently upon her meat.

Gustov pulled off her lips, placing kisses on her neck as he worked lower, until his mouth encircled her breast and sucked. His fingers twisted her other nipple and she moaned again, but louder this time. Draping her arm off the side of the cooler she felt Gustov's leg and trailed her hand up his thigh until she found what she was searching for. He was rock-hard and very large and he took her hand in his and guided it inside his swimsuit. She wasn't able to encircle his girth. She felt the veins and the moisture and his length and said, "I want to see it."

"Anna, get on your hands and knees and face Gustov," Lennart said. And she did as he asked, her bikini bottoms falling to the sand as she repositioned herself on top of the ice cooler. Gustov gently slid her dangling top over her head and dropped it into the sand. He stood in front of her, his member straining inside his swimsuit, a large, dark spot at the tip. She ran her thumb over it and his stomach convulsed.

"Oh!" Lennart's tongue was inside her snippa again, his nose pressed to her poop hole. She said, "Gustov, show me. Please!" She sounded like a beggar.

He smiled down at her and pulled his briefs off, allowing them to slide from his hips. His thickened kuk stood at attention, long and wet and shiny in the afternoon sun. It looked alien and powerful and she wondered how such a thing would fit inside a girl. She thought it was beautiful.

Stepping toward her, he said, "Open wide and stick out your tongue." Anna knew what was about to happen and she welcomed as much of his penis into her mouth as she could accommodate. "Suck it," he said. And she eagerly obeyed. It came naturally and within a moment her head was bobbing to the rhythm Lennart set with his probing, pushing tongue.

Gustov pulled her head to his stomach and she gagged on his shaft; it went much deeper into her throat than his tongue. But he didn't let her escape. "Swallow it," he said. Gagging, her hands flapped uselessly against his legs. He was too strong. She let the drool run from her mouth. He tasted good and filled her mouth completely, even as tears streamed from her eyes. She felt like he was suffocating her with his kuk but he continued to hold her head in place, her nose pressed to his abdomen.

Behind her Lennart had, for some unknowable reason, stopped pleasuring her. She wanted to turn and look but Gustov held her, his hips bumping into her face. "No, Anna. I said swallow it." She looked up to him and nodded. He gently stroked his thumb over her cheek. "You look beautiful with my kuk in your mouth." She felt beautiful and smiled around his girth. She also stopped wondering where Lennart had gone because now his tongue pushed into her stanga.

Her eyes went wide and she pivoted forward. She didn't want his tongue there, it was where she pooped. But Lennart grabbed her hips and pulled her to him. He stopped feeding long enough to say, "Stop fighting it. And stop clenching, Anna, relax." For emphasis, he swatted her bottom.

It was a hard slap and she yelped around the meal in her mouth and more tears brimmed. She tried to relax. She must have succeeded because her cousin's tongue probed deeper before circling her hole and then pushing inside her stanga again. He did this for some time, inside and then around, over and over and the sensation wasn't dirty at all. The feeling was naughty and pleasant and she wasn't sure if one emotion created the other, as if in some never-ending circle. But she realized she didn't care and pushed against him, trying to force his tongue deeper. Then he delved into her sex once more and it also felt wonderful. His fingers were investigating; peeling her fitta open like a fruit, and then pulling her cheeks apart. He walked his fingers to her poop hole and Anna knew she was meant to relax and she did and he pushed the tips in before pulling her open. She yelped into Gustov's member and pinched her eyes shut. She thought she might fart in her cousin's face.

Gustov told her to settle down and Anna tried and then Lennart's finger pushed deeply past her poop hole opening as his tongue investigated her fitta and her eyes rolled into her head. It was ecstacy.

And then Lennart was gone and she felt empty. When she opened her eyes, he stood next to Gustov.

He asked, "Do you want to see mine, too?"

But Anna couldn't answer, her mouth was full. She nodded and gurgled and reached up to run her hand over Lennart's bulge. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his swimsuit and pulled them from his hips. His kuk was as beautiful as Gustov's, perhaps more-so. It was thicker than his twin's and curved the opposite direction. A crystal bulb stood atop the tip then oozed off, dangling. He scooped it with his fingers and rubbed it across her cheeks.

"My turn," Lennart said to Gustov. But he hardly gave Gustov time to disconnect before pushing his member deeply into her mouth.

To better accommodate Lennart's nearly vertical erection, Anna crawled forward and now sat at the end of the cooler, her legs spread around the corners. Gustov moved behind her, his powerful thighs snuggled around hers, his kuk pressed between their bodies. He kissed the back of her neck and dug into her breasts with one hand while the other trailed down her stomach. "See, we told you kissing was fun, didn't we?" His voice was hot and brusque in her ear. She could only nod; her mouth was still full and Lennart's kuk stifled her yelp when Gustov burrowed two fingers into her sex. "You're fitta is very wet, Anna," said Gustov. "She's ready, Lennart." And then he stopped touching her and the warmth of his body against hers was gone.

She pulled off Lennart, who didn't prevent her from doing so, and turned to see Gustov sprawled across the top of the ice cooler, his kuk tall and glimmering as he stroked it.

"Get on him," Lennart said to her.

"Really?"

Lennart nodded, "Yes, Anna. Really. Now." She needed no more encouragement. He held her hand as she stood, turned around and crawled on top of Gustov. She stopped to suck him but Lennart gently swatted her bottom. "Keep going, Anna. You've had enough kuk in your mouth today," he said. She wasn't so sure, but what he said next caught her full attention. "We're going to open that beautiful snippa of yours and put it to good use."

Anna thought this a wonderful idea; after all, it was what her slidan was made for. It's why her cousin's had kuks. She crawled over Gustov's pointed organ to straddle his stomach, planting her wet sex on his undulating abdominal muscles. He sat up and kissed her passionately and then pulled her ponytail to expose her neck, which he nibbled and sucked before latching on to her breast with his mouth. His tongue slithered around her nipple before fervently sucking it. Sliding his hands over her shoulders, he gripped her neck. Placing his thumbs beneath her jaw, he pushed upward with enough insistence that she went up on her knees and then Lennart's fingers were in her sex; savagely spreading and kneading, stretching it open. She knew he was preparing her and she suspected he'd taken hold of Gustov's kuk in order to align their bodies. Gustov eased the pressure beneath her jaw, lowering her onto his member.

"Go slowly," Lennart said to his brother. "Don't hurt her."

"I won't," said Gustov. "Anna, look at me."

Anna opened her eyes and peered into his. He thrust upward, the tip of his kuk pressed to her lower mouth. He held her neck tightly and it was difficult to breath, but she felt safe in their company. She felt small in his grasp and she enjoyed the vulnerability.

Despite his attention paid to her sex, Lennart hadn't prepared her. Gustov was thicker than she thought he would be, and she whimpered as she slowly slid down his length. Her fitta strained to accept his girth and she planted a palm on his stomach to pace her descent. "Gud!"

Lennart laughed and said, "Anna, there is no reason to pray. He can't help you anyway. I promise, you can take all of him." And then he laughed. "Be thankful you aren't trying to fit my kuk inside that adorable little slidan of yours."

She twisted and put her other hand on Gustov's thigh. Pinching her eyes shut she nodded. "Okay, I can do it." Lennart was right, she was going to do this. She felt as if he were tearing her in half and she looked between her thighs to watch as his beastly kuk slowly stabbed into her womb. There was discomfort but it also felt so perfect and she was delirious with pleasure; her nipples were pointed and her fitta leaked freely. Her body felt impaled and torn and lumenous all at once. These men wanted her and they were going to take her and she wanted it to happen. She had glimpsed this pleasure in a few pornography films her parents kept at the summer house but didn't understand it. Now she did and she giggled and clapped when she finally seated herself completely on Gustov's kuk.

She cheered her own success as she arched her back and Gustov held onto her breasts, twisting her nipples with his strong fingers. She was their prize to claim.

He thrust into her slowly, lifting her knees from the hard top of the ice cooler; elevating her body and her spirit with each pistoning of his hips. Her cries filled the space and echoed off the rocks. She laughed as if on a carnival ride and said, "Javla!"

Gustov smiled and nodded as he lifted his cousin again and again. "We are, Anna. We're fucking. Do you like it?"

She nodded, ran a hand through her hair. Leaning back on his thighs, she threw her head back. "Yes! Gud yes!"

Lennart embraced her from behind, his hands around her ribs. They slid up and down her body as she rode Gustov. Lennart pushed down on her shoulders when Gustov pushed up and she screamed; he went in too deeply and it wasn't comfortable. But she was determined and there was passion and joy in her protestations as Lennart continued pushing her down, forcing her to accept his brother's kuk in its entirety.

"You're doing it, Anna!" Lennart said behind her. He was whispering in her ear as he took hold of her breasts. "We are very proud of you."

Anna could only nod and laugh. Her pleasure had overtaken her body. She wanted to feel Gustov release inside her and she looked between her legs. Her fitta lips were white with strain. Gustov's thick kuk glistened in the late afternoon light as it slid in and out of her body.

"Lean forward, Anna," Lennart said, and Gustov pulled her to him to kiss her. Anna continued to gyrate her hips as Gustov pushed his tongue into her mouth. She returned the gesture for a moment and then pulled off. She smiled down at him.

"I love you both," she said.

Gustov nodded and smiled and said, "Anna, we love you, too." And he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her close. "Lennart's going to push his kuk into your stanga. Like we do to Katrina. Just be still and relax."

"What?" And then the tip of Lennart's manhood pushed into her other hole.

She whimpered and Lennart was encouraging. "You can do it, Anna. Relax and I will go slow."

She shook her head. "That's where I poop, Lennart! Don't put it there. That's where I poop. It's dirty."

And he ignored her and said, "You liked it when I put my tongue in there didn't you?" He placed his large hand on her lower back to hold her still.

"Yes, but..."

"Just be quiet," said Gustov. "And trust us."

And Lennart said, "It will go in easier because I put some oil on it." He pushed harder and this time she yelped. She clenched her bottom closed - it was a natural reaction - and Lennart still pushed and fresh tears welled in her eyes and they fell on Gustov's chin.

Gustov said, "You can do it." And he thrust into her fitta as Lennart did into her bottom.

Anna dug her nails into Gustov's shoulders and he pulled her tightly to him. "It's okay, it's okay. Let it happen," he whispered in her ear.

Lennart withdrew, backing off a little, and it didn't feel like she was going to shit herself. Gustov drove his hips forward and Anna cursed. But not because it was painful, but because of the pleasure he granted her. "Knulla!"

Gustov was whispering in her ear. "You like it, don't you, Anna? The fucking."

She wept and nodded and said, "Yes! Oh, Gud, I do."

Gustov spoke over her shoulder, "Try again. She's ready." And then he whispered, "Anna, let Lennart in. Let him open your bottom like you let me open your snippa."

She was crying and nodding and whispering, "Okay," over and over. And then she heard a young woman's wail of passion and it was her own voice as Lennart drove deeper.

"Only a little more, Anna," said Lennart. His words came in short, breathless gasps.

"Okay. I can do it," she said.

Gustov went stone-still. "Hold onto me, Anna. Good. Now, relax and accept it. Lennart won't hurt you, I promise. It will go in easier if you just calm down and relax."

She bit her lower lip as the pressure built. "You promise, Gustov? Do you really? He won't hurt me?"

His hand cupped the back of her head and he held her close, his chest to hers. His heart hammered into her ear and his manhood was buried fully inside her fitta. "I promise, Anna." And he kissed her on the cheek. "Slowly, Lennart. Slowly."

Lennart moved gently but with subtle persistence. She felt like she needed to poop as the tip pushed past her opening. Taking a deep breath, she willed herself to relax. They wouldn't hurt her. They were her cousins; her protectors. She trusted them completely. Their bodies wrapped around her as if she were a treasure. Lennart thrust and she felt his shaft inside her bottom and the feeling of having to poop disappeared. She felt them both inside, their kuks moving in a slow rhythm, rubbing against each other over whatever it was that separated her snippa from her stanga.

Lennart dribbled more oil on her lower back and the cheeks of her bottom, a generous glug dropped just above her poop hole. His strong hands massaged her lower back and hips, rubbing the warm oil into her skin, and then he used his finger to rub it around his shaft and her entrance. It was divine. When he pushed again she was ready and was able to take the rest of him at once.

And then her cousins started to thrust. And as this happened Anna came to a sudden and startling realization.

The sensation was astonishing.

Her cousins were skilled and sometimes they drove deeply inside her simultaneously and sometimes they went at their own speed, their kuks in opposite rhythm. And for the first time in her life, Anna felt the tremors of an oncoming orgasm. It ran through her like a train; her body vibrating and shuddering in time to her cousins' speed. "Gud! Gud! Gud! Please!" She dug her fingernails into Gustov's chest, leaving pink streaks across his nipples.

She had always assumed a climax would emit from her klitoris, but it was deeper than that. There was no denying the pleasure she felt at her center, but the waves were lapping across her entire lower abdomen. The feeling of their kuks sliding over the thin, pliable, wall separating her fitta from her stanga was nothing short of astonishing. She never imagined she could feel so delightfully full.

Lennart bent over her and she was sandwiched between their sweating, undulating bodies and the sensation was like nothing she could have ever anticipated. Both entrances strained from the pressure put onto the other.

"Oh, Gud. I'm going to come." It sounded conversational but it was an epiphany. She finally understood.

And then she exploded.

Her hips and thighs vibrated, her eyes rolled back and she may have bumped Lennart in the mouth with the back of her head. But she wasn't sure and she certainly didn't care.

Violent tremors racked her body for what seemed like forever, and then she went completely limp and the world went hazy as the boys frantically pounded into her, skewering and impaling her body. She was covered in their sweat and it smelled delicious. Her body was drenched and her hair hung in limp tangles across Gustov's face. Both boys thrust into her as hard as they could and she yelped as their sperm shot inside both entrances simultaneously.

It was more forceful than she thought it would be and with each thrust more seemed to fill her. They continued pushing, emptying themselves into her and she felt as if she were going to burst.

And then her cousins went still. They were as exhausted as she was. They lay in a heap, catching their breath, one boy or the other occasionally pushing, but lacking vigor. Her cousins were spent and so was she.

She suddenly felt claustrophobic and pushed against Gustov's chest. "Lennart," she said. And Lennart knew.

"Don't move, Anna. Let me pull it out first."

His kuk had softened and her poop hole gaped and he slid out with no discomfort. She sat up and gingerly dismounted from Gustov, rolling off the ice cooler and tumbling into a heaving, sweat-covered lump onto her towel. Putting a hand to her mouth, she said, "My Gud!"

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"My God," said Lilly.

Mrs. Vatspalt stared back, munching a cherry tomato. "So now you know."

"Your cousins?"

"Yes."

"And you enjoyed it."

"Very much." She laughed. "I remember I looked between my legs as I lay in the sand and my vagina looked a lot like yours does right now. Gustov's penis is very thick. His ejaculate leaked out and I felt my bottom leaking, too."

Months ago, Lilly would have been taken aback by Momma's revelation regarding her cousins. But now she knew better. She had been listening over the last several months, and observing and even partaking. She had learned that sex was to be enjoyed and relished and that the enjoyment could come from anyone; that it was simply normal human behavior. Anna's experience allowed Lilly to have a better understanding of the Vatspalts open and unflinching approach to sex. "I don't have any cousins." She didn't hide the disappointment in her voice.

Anna nodded and chewed her food. She spoke slowly. "Listen carefully Lilly. I wouldn't recommend your first time being with a boy your age. Thinking back on it, I shouldn't have suggested you perform oral sex on Erik. While he's vastly more experienced than most boys his age, and he's gentle by nature, he still handled you too roughly on the boat, which can have a very negative effect on young, inexperienced girls. I'm very sorry." There was real concern in Momma's eyes.

"I didn't mind," Lilly said. She had masturbated to that memory several times since. There had even been one intense stretching session with her bottle that involved a fantasy of Erik holding her face to his cock while a home intruder raped her with the large glass dildo.

"Be that as it may, most boys your age are nervous and bumbling and focus only on themselves. They often are unable to slide their penis inside you when they first start having sex." She smiled. "They simply can't find where they should insert it and it must be embarrassing for them. Uncle Lars and Daddy were different, weren't they?"

Lilly smiled. "Yes."

Momma nodded. "I should have suggested you try it with Uncle Lars and Daddy first. I feel bad about that." She took a sip, swallowed and said, "The first time you have sex should be with someone older, who has experience and will go slowly. Although it's a completely natural act, it can be a little frightening. I'm so glad my first time was with my cousins. Even though they were only a few years older, they knew what they were doing."

"Did your parents or Lars ever find out?"

Anna nodded. "Lars did. I told him. I never asked my parents, but looking back on it today, it seems they might have figured it out or even planned it together with my aunt. It turned out that while Lars was in Stockholm, Aunt Renee threw a dinner party. When my aunt retired to her bedroom with two men, their wives turned to Lars and seduced him. He loved it. He told me later that the experience made him feel like a man."

"Wow." As was typically the case, Lilly felt like an inexperienced dolt.

"That doesn't bother you, does it, what I did with Gustov and Lennart?"

Lilly shook her head. "No. Not at all." And she meant it. "Was it only that one time?"

Anna smiled and shook her head. "Absolutely not. I enjoyed the experience and they did too. We were eager to try it again and the next day, I mounted Lennart and Gustov penetrated my anus." She said this as the waiter dropped the check and she wasn't embarrassed about sharing such intimate information. Momma told Lilly to open her legs for Rick while she signed for the check. Lilly obeyed without question and Rick didn't protest. "We did it for years, until I went away to university. We even had more than a few encounters with their neighbor, Katrina, whenever I visited Stockholm." She smiled. "If you can believe it, I actually really liked her and we became close friends." She handed Rick the check and frowned as he walked away. "While I was at school, I got a call from my parents that Lennart had been killed in an auto accident."

Lilly's hand went to her mouth. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry."

"It was a long time ago and I'm beyond grieving. It's common in Sweden." She sighed. "There are large elk that roam at night. Lennart came around the corner and the elk was there and he hit it with his car. The animal came through the windshield."

"That's incredibly sad, Momma. I'm so sorry." Lilly leaned over and hugged Mrs. Vatspalt.

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On the way home, Anna looked at Lilly. "How do you feel?" Lilly had reclined the seat and her eyes were closed.

"Tired."

"Multiple orgasms will do that."

Smiling, Lilly said, "So will a big cheeseburger and fries."

Mrs. Vatspalt laughed. "Yes, a big meal always makes me tired. Multiple orgasms and a big meal, well that has all the ingredients for a good nap."

Lilly giggled and pulled her ankles onto the seat. Lifting her dress, she peered at her sex. "It looks normal again. Finally!" Pushing the material between her thighs, she asked, "Momma?"

"Yes."

"Thank you."

"For what, honey?"

"For everything."

"You're welcome."

Momma pulled the car into Lilly's driveway and began digging into her purse. "Honey, I want you to do something for me."

"Sure. Anything."

"Do you remember what Doctor Malstrom said about using things on yourself to make penetration easier?"

"Yes."

"Well, I want you to start focusing on your anus. Not much, at first, but I want you to start." Lilly looked away, out the window, and Momma said, "It's important for you to be comfortable with something inside your bottom. It will make accepting a penis far more enjoyable when the time comes. Will you try inserting your bottle there for me?"

Still looking out the window, Lilly twisted the hem of her dress in her hands and said, "It's big, Momma. It's really big."

Momma produced a pink and purple plastic bottle and handed it to Lilly. "Yes, it is. Go slowly and use some of this." Lilly looked at the label. It read Angel Kisses Personal Lubricant. The nozzle of the pump was shaped like a tiny pair of puckered lips. "Press the tip to your bottom and squirt this inside and around the opening."

"I don't know." Although she had pressed the bottle to her bottom a number of times, it felt too large against her butthole and she was afraid to penetrate herself with it.

"Lilly, it's necessary for you to fully explore your body sexually. Being comfortable with your sexuality is essential for the journey you're on. It prepares her for the moment when an opportunity presents itself. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Momma." She thought back to the museum and Daddy's words: It just takes practice.

"Start with your fingers and then your hairbrush handle. Work up to it slowly. Use Doctor Malstrom's breathing techniques to help you relax."

That sounded more attractive. His suggestions had allowed her to relax and she had enjoyed his fingers inside her bottom. It was those same suggestions that allowed her to also enjoy the instrument he used on her, despite how deeply he'd inserted it, or how wide it seemed to open her asshole. She could do this and it would make Momma happy. "Okay."

"Once you've inserted the bottle as far as you can and are comfortable doing so, I'd like you to also insert a cucumber inside your vagina. Or try it the other way around. Whatever works best for you. Can you do that for me?"

"I guess so."

"You want to be ready, don't you?"

"Yes. At least I think I do."

"It's important that you do this, sweetheart." Momma took Lilly's hand in hers. "Promise me, Lilly. You can do it."

"I promise."

"Good girl."

She thought for a moment. "Momma?"

"Yes."

"What did Doctor Malstrom mean about a post examination procedure?"

The woman smiled. "That's a procedure done on sexually active girls. We can talk about after you start having sex, okay?"

"Okay." She twirled her hair. "Momma, I love you."

"I love you, too."

Lilly leaned across the car to hug Momma, then kissed the woman on the cheek and then her mouth. But she didn't mean it as a light peck and the woman made no move to pull away. Tentatively, she pressed her tongue to the woman's lips and Momma responded as Lilly hoped. The older woman took control of the moment, her lips and tongue languidly exploring Lilly's mouth.

When Momma finally pulled away, she said, "I'm glad you feel that way, honey."

Smiling, Lilly said, "Me, too."

Momma placed her hand on Lilly's thigh. "Open your legs, sweetheart."

Lilly purred and obeyed, spreading them widely. Momma's manicured nails trailed over her firth. "Is your vagina still sore?" She tested Lilly's labia, gently pinching them.

Lilly had closed her eyes and was leaning her head on Momma's shoulder. "A little, maybe." Then her breath caught because Momma's fingers were parting her swollen lips. At the same time, Lilly slid down from the woman's shoulder, her chin pulling the thin strap of Momma's dress away. Momma's breast was freed and Lilly latched on to her flesh, suckling the bulbous nipple like a baby. She tasted salt and berries and when Lilly gently bit Momma's nipple, the older woman hissed, "Yes, baby, that's it."

Pivoting her hips, Lilly forced Momma's fingers deeper into her now-sopping rent. Her pussy still ached but she found she didn't care. "Deeper, Momma," she whispered. Momma obeyed and Lilly hitched at the intrusion.

Looking between Momma's legs, Lilly saw the pale pink petals of her hairless pussy were wet. She placed her hand Momma's domed mons and tentatively poked her index finger between the shiny lips. Momma sighed and then grunted when she was force-fed Lilly's long, slender middle finger. Momma's womb was warm and damp and silky smooth. Lilly hooked her finger behind Momma's pubic bone and the older woman moaned as she was pulled closer. Momma had to slide over the center console to accommodate Lilly's desire.

Lilly felt the woman fiddling with the buttons of her dress. A moment later, Momma's hand was squeezing her breast, pinching the nipple and gently twisting. Watching as Momma worked her flesh over while slowly driving into her special place, Lilly's soft moans filled the car. She pushed a second finger inside Momma's snippa and enjoyed the squishy sounds she heard. Now Momma was attached to her breast, pulling her nipple with her teeth and tongue. "Oh, God," she whispered. The circular waves were eddying from her clit. Placing a hand against a window to brace herself, it suddenly occurred to Lilly that it was broad daylight; any nosy neighbor would see them. "Momma, do you want to come inside with me? My mom and dad aren't home." She wanted to do naughty things with Momma and this seemed the perfect opportunity.

Momma didn't react immediately. She burrowed her fingers into Lilly's center and twisted as she went, her thumb pressing Lilly's strawberry button. As she did this, she bit down on Lilly's nipple. Lilly's breath caught and that's when Momma finally pulled off. And then Lilly's pussy was empty and craving. Momma said, "That sounds lovely, honey, but you better scoot inside."

"But.."

"Not another word, honey."

"I'm ready. I want to be with you."

Momma patted her knee. "You are almost ready, sweetheart. But this isn't the right place. If your parents came home and found us..."

Lilly pouted. "I don't care. I'm an adult."

"I know you are, sweety. But for now, I want you working on your bottom. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes."

"That's good. When you get out of the car, I want you to walk to the front door with your breasts exposed."

Lilly was nervous. "What if a neighbor sees me? They will tell my parents."

"That's why you will have to hurry. Now run along. I want to see your beautiful breasts bounce as you run."

This sounded naughty and she knew it would please Momma. Gathering her frumpy clothes from the floor, she leaned across the front seat, kissed Momma once more, quickly, and said, "Bye!"

Trotting to the door, she exaggerated her steps to increase the swaying of her flesh. They crashed into each other and she giggled when she thought about the old man across the street possibly spying on her.

Opening the door, she turned to wave goodbye but Momma had already left. Lilly saw the back of the van as it drove away.

Within ten minutes, Lilly was showered, in her pajamas and curled up beneath the blankets. It would be a couple hours before her parents came home and she planned to sleep the entire time. But she spent a few minutes working her middle finger into her bottom before drifting off. The lubricant Doctor Malstrom had used still leaked from her butthole as she pushed, which made the process easy.