How To Get What You Want

How to Get What You Want: (f/b M/b) By Scott Winslow



This is a work of fiction. It involves sexual acts between underage
persons and adults. If this offends you, leave now. If you are still
here, enjoy. I would greatly appreciate any and all comments about the
story, love it or hate it. I will only get better through the help of
others.




I always had a way of getting what i wanted. Throughout my life, there weren’t many things that I wanted that I couldn’t somehow find a way to get. I suppose that when you are the teenage daughter of a single father, who has a rather lucrative job, getting your way shouldn’t be that big of a surprise. I know that statement makes me sound stuck up, but in actuality I’m not. Of course I was able to get nice clothes and shoes and other things like that, but I really didn’t show off. There were really only two things that I wanted in life, the two things every 16 year old girl wants.

The first thing I wanted was sex. As you can imagine, being a hot sixteen year old, this wasn’t hard for me to get. I was 5’5″ tall, most of which was my long legs. I had long, straight, light blonde hair, blue eyes, and a cute face. My chest had developed nicely at a young age, giving me perky round breasts. I had slightly rounded hips and a firm round butt. I played high school volleyball and ran track, so I was in great shape. My desire to experience sex developed at an early age. I gave my first blowjob at 12 and had lost my virginity at 13. All this sexual experimentation at a young age, though, left me wanting more. So you can say that what I really wanted wasn’t really just sex, but new sexual experiences. I began trying new and different things with my partners. These, however, are a story for another time. While I was on the lookout for new ways to satisfy my sexual urges, there was one other thing I wanted more than anything. And that was a car.

Like most 16 year olds who just got their drivers license, all I wanted to do was drive. I had imagined myself long before that day riding around town in a light blue convertible, the wind in my hair, guys staring at me as I drove by. So when my 16th birthday came and went and my dad didn’t give me the keys to a brand new car, I was a little upset. When i finally realized that my father wasn’t going to buy me a car I asked him about it. According to him I was too young to have my own car, and needed a few more years of driving experience before I could get one. YEARS!? I was very upset after this. I was used to getting everything I asked for, and being told no was not something I was used to. This is the story of how I was able to get the two things I wanted most in the world.

It was Saturday morning. I lay in bed, half asleep, half awake, and listening to the birds sing in the tree outside my bedroom window. I had pulled the blanket down at some point as I slept, and I could feel the heat from the sun as it shined across my bare chest. I had been sleeping nude for several years now, typically because the last thing I did before I went to sleep was play with myself, and the first thing I did when I woke up was play with myself. The images that would become my fantasy for my morning fingering were just starting to form in my mind when I heard my father call my name from the foot of the stairs below. The only bad thing about weekends, I thought to myself becoming fully awake, was that my father was home from work. This meant that I couldn’t enjoy myself without fear of interruption, and discovery, like when I was home alone.

“Penny, I’m leaving” my father called again from below.

Leaving? Then suddenly I remembered. This weekend was my father’s business trip. He would leave this morning and not be back till Sunday evening. I knew I had to go say goodbye. I was still a little heated at him for not buying me a car, but he was still my dad, and i would miss him. I got out of bed, and decided to through a t-shirt on to cover my naked body. Father wouldn’t approve of me walking about the house naked.

“Bye Dad” I said, walking down the steps to meet him. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him. “Be safe” I added

“I will sweetie,” he replied, “bye bye.” With that my father picked up his overnight bag and left the house.

As soon as my father pulled his car out of the driveway I pulled my t-shirt off over my head. There was something so naughty about going around the house naked that got my very excited. I went back to my bedroom and lied back on my bed. I prepared myself to play with my pussy, bringing myself to what would be the first of possibly several orgasms that day. Suddenly, though, a new thought popped into my head. For some while now, I had been curious about something. My father, being a single parent, had to have many of the same urges I did. It made perfect sense to me that my dad must have some sort of pornography. I had been waiting for weeks for the perfect time to go through his office and find his secret stash. “What kinds of porn did he like?” I wondered. Anal? Asian? Lesbian? The more I wondered the more excited I got. I had seen porn before and always enjoyed it, so finding a supply in my own house would lead to an exciting, masturbation filled
weekend.

I got back out of bed and went down the hall to my father’s office. I began going through each of his desk drawers and found nothing of interest. Next I turned my attention to the desk top PC my father had sitting on his desk. I pushed the power button and the computer began to start up. The monitor flashed a welcome screen and then went to a log in screen. The computer needed a password in order to operate. I began typing in everything I could think of that my father would have used as a password. My late mothers name? No. My name? No. Birthdays, anniversary, sports teams? No. no. no. I had tried just about everything I could think of, and was about to give up when I absently mindedly typed “password” into the box and hit enter. Suddenly the computer began to boot up. I was excited to finally be in to my father’s computer. The first thing I saw, though, when the computer started up, made me gasp and just about fall out of the chair.

The image my father had selected for the background on hit desktop was a photo of a young boy, possibly 12 years old. The boy was nude except for white socks upon hit feet. The boy had a huge smile. He way lying on his back, his legs were raised up and spread wide. He sported an erection, and in the position he was laying in, his butt hole could be seen. I was in shock. What in the world was my dad doing with a picture like this as his background? I couldn’t think, but I was finally able to tear my eyes away from the image and looked at the icons on the desktop. I noticed a file titled “pics”. I double clicked on the file and a window opened up with a series of thumbnail images. I turned the scroll ball on the computer mouse and quickly looked down through several of the images. All of them were of children, mostly boys, but some girls as well. Most were naked, but some were clothed. But all of the subjects in the images were in some sort of provocative action.

I still couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but I was beginning to be able to process it. My father was a pedophile, and he was gay. Without a second thought I clicked on the first image, and opened the picture file. The image of another boy filled the screen. This boy was about the age of the boy on the background, possible younger. This boy was wearing a t-shirt with Superman on it, he wore no pants. The only other thing of note in the image was an erect penis of what appeared to be of the photo taker, that of an adult. The subject of the image was grasping the penis, and appeared to be jacking it off. I pushed the right arrow on the computer keyboard, and another image appeared. This one was of the same boy; he now had cum all over his face, hands, and Superman t-shirt. I pushed the arrow again and another image papered of a different boy. Another push, another picture. It was on or about the 10th picture that I realized I was touching myself. I don’t
remember starting to, but when I realized I was doing it, I also realized I was wetter than I had been in a very long time, possibly ever. I couldn’t believe I was enjoying this so much, and I really couldn’t believe that I was actually finding these boys attractive. I continued to look through the pictures and fingered myself to two orgasms before I decided to take a break. i went down to the kitchen to fix myself some lunch, but the images of young boys with their smooth, hairless skin, and little erect dicks kept popping into my head, and before I knew it I was eating in my father’s office, looking at more of his pictures. By the time my father arrived home from his trip the following evening I had look at every image on his computer, and had copied them onto my own.

I had never before thought of young boys sexually. However, now that I had seen all those images, and gotten so turned on by them, I found myself looking at children in a whole new way. Unfortunately, I did not have very many opportunities to interact with the new objects of my lust. Occasionally I would see a young boy playing outside, or in a store. I would instantly get turned on when I would see one, thinking of the things I would like to do to him. I was hoping, though, for a chance to get up close to one and do more than just imagine. As much as this new subject dominated my thoughts I was surprised one day when my friend’s mother gave me a ride home from track practice. Her SUV pulled up to the curb in front of the school and my friend climbed into the front seat. I opened the rear door and slid into the back seat. I noticed something though, as soon as I opened the door. The back seat was not empty. How could I have forgotten that my best
friend had a little brother? I remembered as soon as I saw him though. His name was Josh. He had a blonde mop of hair on his head and was thin, obviously an active youngster. He had one of the cutest faces I had seen on a boy his age. As my friends mother drove toward my house to drop me off she began a quite heated conversation with my friend in the front seat. They were arguing over some guy that my friends had recently started dating. I took the opportunity of the distraction in the front seat to talk to the handsome little man sitting next to me.

“Hi Josh” I said smiling at him.

“Hi” he replied.

“How old are you now” I asked.

“I’m 10” he answered.

“Oh so you would be in, what, 5th grade?” I asked.

“Forth” Josh corrected me.

“Oh fourth,” I said. “I liked fourth grade. Do you like school?”

“It’s ok” He answered.

“I bet all the girls are into you. Are you interested in girls yet?” I asked him.

“Kinda,” Josh replied, obviously getting a little embarrassed. His face had turned a little red. However, he was staring at my legs sticking out of my short running shorts the whole time. It got me very excited to think that he found me as sexy as I found him.

The car ride was all too short, however. Before I could continue the conversation the car pulled up in front of my house. I said my good byes to my friend, her mother, and especially Josh. I got out of the car and went into my house. I knew my father would not be home for some while, hence my friends mother needing to ride me home. I quickly ran to my bed room and stripped off all my clothes. I lied down on my bed and began running my hands over my body. Visions of Josh filled my mind as my fingers found my wet pussy. I played with myself for several minutes imagining all the things I wanted to do with him. It was during this time that I came up with my plan for him. My friend and I would often have sleep overs at each other’s houses, and it just so happened that it was her turn to host.

The sleep over was scheduled for the following weekend. I arrived at my friend’s house shortly before dinner. As her mother prepared dinner, my friend and I hung out in the living room. I thrilled me very much that Josh also decided to hang out in the room with us. I took this time to chat with the young boy. I was doing my best to flirt with him, while still hiding it from my friend. I don’t think she had any idea what I was doing, but I hoped that Josh did.

After we ate dinner, my friend and I went to her bedroom. We talked and watched TV for a while. My friend’s parents went to bed early, as I knew they would. It was finally time to put my plan into action. I told my friend I wanted to watch a movie, but we needed snacks. We went down to her kitchen. I made sure to check the living room when we passed, and just as I hoped Josh was playing video games. My friend and I entered the kitchen. I told her I would get the drinks while she got the snacks. I poured soda from a bottle into two glasses.