When I was around 15 I became close to a mousy classmate in my history class, Emily, who was plain, wore glasses and dressed in dated cotton dresses. She was obviously flat-chested but I noticed, a shapely fanny. Most guys avoided her but she had a fine mind for history and other stuff and was, to me, more interesting than male friends constantly talking about sports or lying about how much ass they were getting.

When I got my driver's licence my dad bought an old Ford sedan for me and I asked Emily out on dates. We developed a great routine when returning from a data. She lived in a stately house with a curved driveway and there was a spot in he driveway hidden from view from both the house and street. We made out there and she loved it. She took charge almost from the start. We got hot necking and Em would rub my cock through my pants then pull it out and blow me. She really knew how and did it with gusto.

Abut our fifth date, she blew me then pulled her panties off and mounted me on the seat and began to fuck me. She was close to but not my first one and it was heavenly. We followed this routine for half a year and I learned to let her take the lead. When I was getting close she would whisper, "Are you close?" When I confirmed it, she would pull me out and either take it in her mouth or slip it up her ass. I was in fuck heaven.

At school, a close buddy asked, "GAWD, what do you SEE in "the Mouse" as some called her. I just smiled quietly.

Where it became strange, Em and I were necking and starting our routine when we heard the voice of her dad standing near my car. He said, "I know you kids make out here and have for a year or so and it's cold as hell, why not come in and continue in Em'a room? If Em had not spouted out with, "O.k, daddy, will do!" I would have gone into shock.

We went to Em's room and fucked our hearts out. In time we became ardent lovers in Em's room and often her father would greet us before hand. Then, things got stranger. During our date, Em explained that her daddy had introduced her to sex when she was 13. She said, "It was weird at first but he is so sweet and kind that I did not feel victimized." She also confessed that they still do it once in a while. When we got to her place, she blurted out, "Daddy I told him and he did not freak out." Little did she know what I was feeling inside.

Instead of our routine, the three of us talked for a couple of hours. In time, her "daddy" convinced me that I would enjoy a three-way between us. Daddy was a potbellied, middle aged man, a widower, bald and also wore glasses. You could never confuse him with anyone like George Clooney, for example. He said, "O.k., don't let this scare you, and dropped his pants, revealing a still soft cock that seemed unreal, it hung so low. Soon it began to stand up and while I did not measure it would bet it was at least nine inches, and stood up like a hook.

In a short time, I found myself fucking Em missionary with daddy up my ass, sliding in and out with both of them moaning in harmony. Month later, daddy's sister visited from out of town just to meet "Em's beau" and soon enough the four of us were in daddy's sumptuous, king-sized bed fucking each other. I never got to do daddy's ass and never will but I'm glad to do Em and her aunt all they want. When daddy was not fucking someone he was sitting, smiling fucking his hands, which he could do with both hands.

The bottom line, never judge a mouse book by its cover.